It'll Be Okay

I pushed him away and stood up, getting off the couch. "I don't know what you want me to fucking do! I've never had to help a friend deal with this! I don't know! I just want you better! Do I want you to fucking throw a party? No I don't. I loved your parents too, damn it. Your mother was like my own. I was closer to your father than I was mine! Do you think I'm not hurting? No, because I'm attempting to be strong for you because you're obviously hurting more than I am. I want you to realize that I am fucking trying to help you. If you want silence, fine. I'll be silent. If you want me to be here then fine. But that's all I'll do. I won't talk, I won't do anything because everything I attempt to do makes you more upset." I said, wiping my eyes because I had begun to cry.

"I'll be in your room, Jimin if you want to come too." I muttered, turning and heading upstairs for his room. I shut the door, and crawled into his bed, pulling my knees to my chest. I didn't know how to help him. I felt like I was causing more harm than good. I just wanted him to not hurt anymore.

Jimin huffed and brought his knees to his chest and buried his face into them, unsure of what to say she wasnt wrong but he wasnt going to be happy - not for a long time.

I came downstairs and sighed, seeing Jimin on the couch. "Are you hungry?" I asked softly, going to sit next to him. I hoped I hadn't hurt his feelings too badly. I knew he was hurting but I shouldn't have exploded like I did. "Listen... I'm sorry for what I said yesterday."

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