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Jimin flinched when a tear drop landed on his back hand. He didn’t even realized he was crying until now.
They suffered a lot. A LOT. Jimin felt himself getting sad and angry for them.
And the way he can envision all of the things they said, made it more worse. He had seen most of the things in his dream. But only partly, or blurrily. But now he know everything clearly. It’s like he finished the most angsty movie, where the main character died at the end.
But now he know how he was died in his previous life, it was a suicide. That’s why he often dreamed of himself with a sword pressed against his wrist, blood dripping down to floor. Now everything made sense.
And Jimin is here to lift the curse off his past life lovers and revenge. The purpose of his rebirth is revenge and rescue them.
If that is what it is, he is ready to save them with everything he have. Maybe there is some selfish reasons, like having some close friends, who won’t judge him and love him like the way he is.
After spending past days with them, Jimin is sure, they are good people. Even though their love for him is because he looks like their past lover, he believes they will make such a good friends. He don’t want to hope more than that.
From whatever he knows of Jaemin, that man is different from Jimin. Giggly, cute sunshine boy, easy going, friendly, always curious, is kind and still strong to endure what happened to him.
But Jimin, he is totally different from Jaemin. Even though he seems so happy and giggly in front of others, inside he is always sad, lonely and depressed. Everyone has a two personality after all. Only his family and Bora got to see him that way. Even after having everything, family, fans, people who cares for him, money, fame, Jimin felt alone and melancholic.
The only things he have common with Jaemin is his body and face, also the dance.
Dancing is the only thing that made him happy. It have that power to take him out of this bad world, were people are selfish, everyone loves you for a reason and will backstab you anytime, people always criticize you for whatever you are doing it doesn’t matter good or bad. No one is trustable.
While dancing, it’s like he is flying to another world, were everything is like fairytale. There is no bad, no sadness, no loneliness. Everything is happy and exciting. So he likes to dance.
And from what he know, Jaemin also adored dancing. It was his passion. And that is the only common thing in their life other than their face.
So Jimin is sure, if they get to know more about him, they will get tired of him too. He is too boring for them to spend their time with him after all. But he can have some loyal friends, at least for a little time.
“I will save you.” Jimin said after a little silence, his hand pressing on surface of mirror.
Taehyung who was sitting in front him smiled, mirroring his action he placed his large hand opposite Jimin’s. If it wasn’t his own hand that is too tiny, Jimin would have laughed at the size difference.
A wave of nostalgia hit him at the gesture, he felt like he is in five hundred years back crying for them to get out of rhe mirror. As if he really experienced it.
“I love you.” Taehyung mumbled, voice clearly nervous.
But Jimin heard it clearly, even with the glass separating them. He saw Seokjin, Jungkook and Hoseok’s eyes widening at the words. Yoongi as always was calm, but his eyes were staring in to Jimin as if expecting some kind of reaction. Namjoon slided closer to Taehyung and placed his hand on the man’s thigh as if comforting him. But Taehyung still didn’t divert his eyes from Jimin’s, his beautiful brown orbs staring in to him with expectation, which Jimin could never fulfill.
Jimin won’t lie, the three words from Taehyung, definitely send shivers down his spine. And his heart did skipped a beat. Unexplainable feelings rushed in to him. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, making it tingling with an unrecognizable feeling. He never felt like that. In his twenty one year of life, he never felt these emotions, at least not by someone’s ‘I love you’. His fans always shout at him these three words. But he never felt what he is feeling now.
But Jimin was not ready to admit this feelings. It’s not good.
As if luck was on his side, his phone alarm rang indicating his time to go back. He had set an alarm previous day as not to sleep in there again. It will put him in to trouble.
He is grateful that he did that. It saved him from another problem.
“I- I have to go.” Jimin’s voice came out as stutter, but he continued. “It’s already time for me to go back. Bye.”
Jimin stood up abruptly almost forgetting the book on his lap. But he still managed to catch it and hugged it closer to his chest.
His heart broke at the way their expectant eyes turned in to hopelessness. Hee felt guilty knowing he is the reason for that.
Ignoring their sad eyes, Jimin walked out of the room, not sparing a glance again at them. But he don’t need to look back to know their eyes trailing him, with the same melancholy filling in them and maybe tears too. He don’t have the courage to see them.
So he ran away, not realizing where he was going, his mind was a mess. Their words, their expectant gazes, their handsome faces, their tears and their feelings everything about them was bothering him.
But what troubled him more was his own feelings. The butterflies he felt in his stomach just by those three words, are so overwhelming and unfamiliar. But he liked it. But he is afraid of commitment, afraid of hurting the people he loves, just like he did in his past life. He don’t want to hurt them again. Also, he don’t want to get hurt.
With these thoughts running in his mind, he didn’t even looked around carefully like he usually does. He was so focused on his own thoughts, until someone grabbed him, covering his mouth from behind, pulling him from there.
A cold sweat broke on Jimin’s back, his heartbeat picked up and he couldn’t even scream because of the hand covering his mouth. He struggled against the strong grip, but couldn’t set free. So he give up and let them pull him towards the dark space beside the staircase.
“He said, he would answer to every ‘I love you’ I say.” Taehyung sobbed, his head laying on Hoseok’s lap. Seokjin’s fingers ran through his hair trying to calm him down.
Beside them Namjoon sat with a teary eyed Jungkook clinging to him. The younger’s muscular hand wrapped around his waist, as if trying to get comfort in his older lover’s embrace.
A little away from all of them, Yoongi sat with his eyes locked on the closed door of dance hall. He did wanted to hear Jimin saying I love you. He expected the smaller to say it back.
“He used to say it back even while sleeping.” A tear ran down Jungkook’s cheeks, which Namjoon wiped away with a sad smile.
“H-he promised to say it back…” Taehyung again mumbled. “He promised…”
Yes, he did. But he now don’t remember anything. The promise was for his previous life, which he don’t even remember properly.
But they do, as if he had promised just yesterday. A promise, to always reply back to every ‘I love you’ from them.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I love you Jaeminie.”
“I love you too, Tae hyungie.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Hyungie.” Jaemin giggled. “What has come over you?” He stopped his embroidery and looked up at Taehyung, who was repeating the same words again and again.
Seeing him laugh Taehyung’s smile widened, lips turning in to cute rectangular shape. “I was curious to know, how many times you will reply to my confession.” He hugged Jaemin from the side carefully trying not to mess up the embroidery he was doing.
“I shall always reply whenever you say those three words.” Jaemin replied, pecking the older’s cheek, which turned a bright shade of red.
“What if I say it hundred times?” Taehyung asked with a wide smile.
“I shall reply to you hundred times.” Jaemin answered looking back at his embroidery.
“What about thousand times?” Taehyung asked with mischievous smile.
“I shall reply thousand times.” Jaemin grinned back. “I shall forever reply to your love, my dear lover boy.”
“Promise?” Taehyung stick out his pinky finger towards Jaemin, who without hesitation intertwined his small pinky with his.
“Pinky promise.” Jaemin promised with an eye blinding smile.
“Hyungs…” Jungkook strolled in to tha garden where other five were sitting. “I would like to show you something.” He giggled.
“What is it, Jungkookie. Where is Jaeminie?” Namjoon asked, concern evident in his eyes.
“He is taking a nap.” Jungkook giggled again. “Come with me. I have to show you something.”
Without protesting, other five followed the younger towards where their chambers were. Jungkook guided them to Jaemin’s room, to find their seventh lover sleeping peacefully cuddling a pillow.
“What is going on?” Hoseok whispered.
Placing his finger on his lips, Jungkook gestured them to not talk. They all nodded and watched as he sat beside the bed.
“Do not wake him up. Let him sleep.” Seokjin whisper yelled, with a frown.
“Yes, Jungkookie. He might be tired.” Yoongi also joined.
Ignoring their words, Jungkook smiled at the sleeping figure, then leaned in to his ear gently whispering an ‘I love you’.
Jaemin moved a little in his sleep and then a muffled voice came out of him. “I love you too, Jungkookie hyung.”
A bunny smile formed on Jungkook’s face, as other five in the room watched it with wide eyes.
“Is he still sleeping?” Namjoon asked in hushed voice, to which Jungkook nodded with a smile.
“I want to try.” Taehyung rushed towards the bed and sat on the edge of it staring down at his lover’s peaceful sleeping face. “I love you, Jaeminie.”
Holding his breath he waited for the reaction.
Jaemin still didn’t wake up, but mumbled those words again. “I love you too, Taehyungie hyung.”
“He can recognize our voice, even in sleep?” Hoseok asked excitedly, joining the youngers by the bed and said the same as Taehyung and Jungkook. And as expected, Jaemin recognized his voice and replied to it.
They all watched it in amusement, their smiles widening as they alll tried the same. Each time Jaemin recognized their voice and replied to them, it made them smile wide.
“Adorable.” Yoongi mumbled pressing a kiss against the sleeping boy’s head.
One by one they all sneaked on to the bed cuddling the sleeping boy and each other. It was their heaven where they were all together.
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