13th October

Jimin's Point fo View

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It was hell. It had been hell since Summer, but at least months were passing by pretty quickly. I was trying to concentrate on my studies, after all, the year after that one I was going to attend university. I wanted to go to the same one Yoongi was in, in Busan, his roommate and my best friend were keeping the room for me, so that I could join them after graduating high school. But I was merely looking at my grades getting lower than the previous year, they were not that bad, but I had always been a great student, and now teachers were complaining about my marks. Above all, Yoongi could come and visit once in two-three months, and I honestly couldn't bare the distance anymore. He would call me almost everyday, but it wasn't enough of course, and not the Skype calls nor the texts could bring him back to me, so, to say the least, I was feeling extremely down, and I didn't go out much, I mean, with who should I've been going out with?

Jungkook kept harassing me in the most annoying ways, but after a week or two he luckily stopped kissing me to try and gain a reaction out of me, because I wouldn't let him win that match. But that didn't mean he still wasn't attempting to talk things out. And I absolutely didn't want to. That morning I avoided meeting him like a pestilence, and headed towards the classroom. When I entered, Taehyung was sitting on my usual desk, a bouquet of flowers beside him on the other one. He waved at me, smiling

>>Hey<<

>>Taetae<<

I mumbled, walking closer. The boy, much to my surprise, handed me the flowers, which were yellow roses and stars of Bethlem. Once I had the bouquet tightly in my arms I remembered that that day was my nineteenth birthday, but that still didn't explain why would Taehyung of all people give me a gift. I looked at him questioningly, and he replied me with a sad smile

>>Jungkook told me to. He said you wouldn't accept them if he was the one giving those to you<<

He mumbles, but I indeed expected his friend to do so, so I hand the bouquet back

>>I don't want them<<

>>But Chim..<<

>>Keep them, throw them, but I don't want to see these<<

Taehyung sighs,  but gets off of the desk, shoving into my arms the bouquet quite harshly

>>And read the letter at least<<

He said, going to seat at the desk beside my usual one, crossing his arms. I let the flowers drop on the surface of the windowsill, plopping then on the chair, looking at everything but Taehyung, who instead was glaring at me

>>Read that damn note!<<

The bell rang, and other students entered the classroom, so I avoided getting furthermore in trouble with Tae, instead focusing on the teacher's words. I wasn't curious about what Jungkook could've possibly wrote in that gaddamn letter, but probably the same annoying excuses that he had told me every day after our break up, and I honestly had had enough of that, of him being insistent, enough of school, I just wanted to leave that city and not see anyone anymore, not my parents, not my school mates, and on top of all Jungkook.

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Jungkook's Point of View

That morning I gave Taehyung the flowers for Jimin's birthday, hoping that Jimin would accept them and maybe give a look at the note I had wrote. I skipped class just so that I could wait for him to come out of the classroom. When he did because of the change of laboratory, he gave me a quick glance, and then left without a word. I indeed saw the bouquet poking out from his backpack. I followed him

>>Did you read my letter?<<

He shook his head, walking ahead of me, pretty quickly

>>Will you?<<

He shook his head again, and then his speed-walking came to a stop, so that I bumped into him as he turned around. He dropped his school bag from his shoulders, opening it, and pulling out the flowers, throwing them to my chest, lots of petals falling to the ground soundlessly, surprising me to the point that I stumbled back a bit

>>I'm tired of having to keep up with you childish spoiled ass! What's all of this shit? The more I don't want you around the more you appear in front of my eyes! I don't want you flowers, I don't want your words, not your excuses and not even your fucking presence! Let-me-breathe, okay? I'm tired of all this, I'm so..I-I'm so tired of all this<<

Jimin started hiccupping, sucking his whole bottom lip inside his mouth in an attempt to not make it louder than it already was. My heart ached to be close to his, my arms tingled in need to hug him tightly, my blood was being pumped excessively at the sight, as my beat increased. I just really wanted to touch him so badly. He walked some steps backwards, and then walked away, rubbing his eyes too harshly. I followed him, who was directing himself towards the infiarmary at the first floor. He entered the luminous room, closing the door behind himself, I heard him stuttering something to the nurse, who left a second later, saying to him to lay down. When she left, door hanging open, I entered the room myself, closing the gap between the wall and the door silently, and directing myself to the other bed, beside the occupied one, divided by a thin white curtain, so that, thanks to the sun rays entering the window, I could generally distinguish Jimin's small frame on the white sheet. I kept shut, listening to Jimin's occasional sniffs, and the persistant burst of tears that would income after five to seven minutes since he had stopped previously. I questioned myself what was crushing him so much, making him an hateful being like that, changing him into someone who wasn't the boy I was enamored of. Jimin wasn't like this, Jimin wasn't this. He was incapable of harming someone else, he was cheerful and adorable, he was cute and he was my light. Where had been that light hidden?

 It had been now fifteen minutes without him crying, even if I couldn't be so sure, since he was capable of crying even silently, but then a trembling voice came from the other side of the curtain

>>You know I- I wouldn't treat you this badly if you left me to sink on my own?<<

He said, and from the tone of his voice I knew he indeed was still crying

>>You can't ask me to stay away<<

>>I'm not asking, I'm begging you Kookie. If you still do feel something tender towards me, then I plead you to let go now<<

I ignored his words, gripping at the curtain, but he said not to open it, and so I didn't

>>I miss you<<

I mumbled, pressing my forehead on the soft material that separated us. He kept shut, and so did I, until he opened his mouth again after some minutes

>>I regret the day I met you so much.. there would have been none of this, no Yoongi punching you, no me fighting with him continuously, no you cheating on me, no us touching each other in ways we shouldn't have, no crying, no parents hating you, or me, no being called ugly things, no sufferin-

>>But then there wouldn't have been us eating sweets, no us kissing, no us going out and laughing, no you loving me and no me loving you, there wouldn't have been anything of all the things we've done and the infinity of things I still want to experience with you<<

He sat up on the mattress, but I couldn't say if he was facing my way or the window's

>>Can't we start all over again?<<

His shadow shook his head slowly

>>There will be no us anymore. There will be Jimin and Jimin only now. I still have to regain my parents' trust, I can't disappoint them anymore than this, and they did disappoint me. So I will not do the same to them<<

>>Let's begin all over Jimin! Let's be friends, let's..let's eat together again, let us laugh and go out- If I can't have you I guess I-I'll be fine, but I cannot not speak to you, your voice is my all, having you looking at me in the eyes is all I can whish for<<

Once again Jimin gave me a negative gesture, and this time he lowered his head, letting out a small, little laugh, the most hurtful thing I ever heard coming from his heavenly lips

>>That's not possible. I would fall for you all over again<<

>>Then let's do it, fall for me once again Jimin<<

I saw his head leaning to the side

>>I can't<<

>>That's all you can reply me, I don't want to and I can't? Will you grant me, say yes to at least a thing?<<

He nodded, for the first time now, and I got up from my spot, walking towards him and through the curtain. I sat on the bed, and I forced my eyes into Jimin's gloomy ones, staring in the depths of his orbs that, even when they've lost their light, are the prettiest thing I've ever encountered in my life. I leaned forward, and I saw Jimin doing the same, and our lips slowly touched each other, engulfing themselves in a new world of sweetness and great things, great things that I would no longer have had for me. I moved my hand to onto the back of softer one, and he rotated his palm, so that he slipped his fingers in between mines, thightening the grip. He was the first one to pull away, but with my fingers at the back of his neck I pushed him towards me again, he didn't complain, and I didn't like when he did not, he made me think of a beautiful doll in my hands, I didn't like that feeling. When I thought I had kissed him enough, enough for a day, I let go, even if the day after I would've had the need again,  in that moment it felt like it was enough. Jimin smiled at me

>>Now we're done<<

he says, and, still smiling, like in a dream in which he stands in white surroundings, looking like a deity, he walks out of the infirmary. It felt all like a lie, that Jimin would really leave me like that, that what we had had really ended. But still, it was reality, and I had just helped my endearing fairy to put an end to all of this with a single kiss.

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Months passed by like they had been just hours for Jungkook, while Jimin was eagerly waiting for the school year to come to an end, and just finally get out of his parents' home, even though he was really sad to leave his sister behind. Yoongi was there the day of the graduation, and he looked so proud of Jimin, while the younger boy was just ecstatic in seeing his best friend after so long. There had been a ceremony at school which was mainly for parents, relatives and friends, but it was an open party so everyone could join really. Jimin was wearing this long black robe, and the ''just-graduated-hat-thingy''. He dashed towards the mint haired boy, and hugged him excitedly

>>Yoongi! I'll be coming to Busan soon! I can't wait!<<

He squealed in so much excitement, Yoongi instead just stared in awe. Each time he saw Jimin he realized just how much the boy was missed in his heart, and how much more could his love increase. The older was happy to see that his Jimin tuned back to be just like he was before. He had been concerned about Jimin's health and mental care since he had left for Busan, he knew Jimin wasn't often put in that sorts of situations, and he knew it was the worst period for him to leave the other behind in his state. But after all he seemed fine now, and that was all that mattered to Yoongi, who had anyway kept as much in contact with the other as possible. They drank and talked a lot during the party, and when they decided to leave the school grounds to go and get a pizza together, they also saw someone hurrying towards them. Jungkook hadn't forgotten Jimin. Not once, even after their last talk in the infirmary, he had not looked Jimin's way whenever he happened to pass by. It felt just like electricity in his body, a magnet attracting his gaze over the other one with so much force. But when he noticed how Jimin was healing quietly without him, how he was doing just fine, he backed away, watching from afar how his little boy would give his best at school, achieving the best grades, and in each of the activities he liked, how he would give all himself when drawing, when he would bite his lips while reading who knows what in one of those big fantasy books he loved to read. Jungkook followed each day Jimin's figure from behind, like a shadow. But today was an exception, it could've been the last day he had to see Jimin, so he swallowed hard, and brave enough, he stepped in front of the two older boys, attracting their attention, even if all he wanted was the shorter's one and only

>>Can we talk? Just for a while<<

 He questioned. Jimin gave Yoongi a nod, telling him to order while he waited, bringing then his endearing eyes on the younger one

>>Of course<<

He said, and Jungkook's heart fluttered. It had been too long since Jimin had talked to him directly. Half an year. They walked towards the back of the school, where Jimin's parents couldn't see them, and a bunch of girls were crying together. The two boys sat one beside the other on a bench, keeping a certain distance, in Jungkook's dismay. Jimin looked fine, and calm. At the beginning Jungkook didn't know how the boy could've reacted to his request, but he didn't look angry to the black haired male

>>Are you planning something? Since you just graduated..<<

The younger asked, an Jimin gave a nod

>>I'm going to college<<

Jungkook just hoped that the place wasn't too far

>>Where?<<

>>That's a secret<<

Jimin mumbled with a sly grin

>>Can I come to visit you some time?<<

Jimin shook his head slowly

>>Why?<<

Jungkook asked getting all sad. Jimin felt a bit nostalgic to the times Jungkook would whine to him about something annoying

>>You should concentrate more on school, don't think about where I'm going, if you apply you're good. I saw the second year graduatory you know? It isn't bad being in the top ten<<

Jimin replied, and after he had finished Jungkook eyed him, before throwing himself on the other, hugging him

>>Is it far away?<<

He questioned, ignoring his beloved Jimin's words. The boy didn't complain, but after a bit he had requested to be released from the embrace

>>Yes, I would say<<

>>Will you come back?<<

Jimin nodded

>>Can I see you then?<<

The older shook his head

>>It's better if we don't<<

>>When are you leaving?<<

>>Secret<<

>>There used to be no secrets between us<<

>>And now there are<<

Jungkook pressed his lips together, clutching the other's hand

>>Even if you're being so secretive, I know we'll meet again. I will look forward to that day<<

Jimin gave him a nod, and after saying good bye, he departed from the place their last meeting happened to be at.

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PLEASE READ

Can someone please assure me that Tender Touch hasn't ended? Like, fam I'm seriously crying while writing this, and with seriously I mean that I am indeed tearing up, for real. In the past weeks I've just been looking forward to the end of this book, but now that it's a closed chapter I feel horrible and empty. i would just like to thank each and everyone of you that have spent time to read this book, because it meant a lot to me, I was fond of the characters I have created on my own, I was completely and utterly in love with the way I made Jimin's personality, because at the end I only took the name and the image of the idols, these are my characters and I love them. Thank you who kept reading this book, I'm grateful. Lets have another chapter begin

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I would also like to do a Q&A with the characters, if you want to, please comment your question or something you've been perplexed about here:

-Jimin

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And lastly, I wanted to share with y'all this little piece I've done yesterday