#jijope

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[minnie-llama-kookies]

Title: My turn to cry (yes I used a fuckin EXO song, after that album all I can think is EXO)

Genre: hurt/comfort

Length: One-Shot

Pairing: JiHope (J-hope - Jimin)

“I’m notkidding the worst sound ever is the crack in the voice of a person who is aboutto cry”

He hated how he looked. The hosts always made fun of hisdark skin. They always made fun of the fact that he is the least attractive, orthat fact that he messes up his dances. He hates it, but he takes it. He justsmiles and laughs with the members, ignoring the small glances to Jimin to make sure he’s okay. No one suspects it bothers him as much as it actually does. He knows that he’s not as pale as Suga, as dance talented as Hoseok, as vocally advanced as Jungkook or Taehyung, as attractive as Seokjin, or as tall as Namjoon, but he tries to not let it get to him. He worked hard to get where he is now, to be the way he looks now, the way he is now.

It’s late and Taehyung wanted to go through all the fan-blogs to see the pictures they took at their latest concert with Jimin looking over his shoulder. He can’t help but notice how pale he looks in all of them. Usually it’s just his face from the lighter toned foundation, but it’s his whole body. The parts of skin that are shown are completely paled out. He looks sick.

“Why do they do that…” he finds himself asking. Taehyung looks at him with a heavy frown.

“What do you mean?” he asks. Jimin points to his picture at the top of the page. The one where he lifts his shirt in ‘No More Dream’. His stomach is pale, his face is, even his hands.

“Oh…I’m not sure…a lot of fans do that to out pictures. They somehow get Suga-Hyung to get paler, which is kinda scary,” Taehyung says, trying to make Jimin feel better about it all. Jimin knows this, but just shrugs it off like usual. They continue going through the blogs, saving the pictures where someone else looked particularly dumb. Jimin pulls away first, deciding to sleep rather than look at the whitewashed pictures of himself.

Hoseok wakes up first for a change, considering it’s a day off and he’s usually one of the last people up. He walks into the kitchen to make some coffee when he sees Jimin sitting at the table.

“Jimin?” Hoseok calls. Jimin looks up and Hoseok senses that something is terribly wrong. But even if it’s obvious that he’s breaking down, Jimin half smiles at Hoseok, turning around to look at the older.

“Hyung,” he says quietly, as if scared to speak louder. Hoseok walks closer and Jimin turns back to his phone, where he opened the blog that Taehyung frequently visits to look at new event pictures.

“Are you okay, Jiminnie?” Hoseok asks, sitting in the chair directly across from Jimin.

“Yeah,” he whispers.

“Jimin-ah, what’s wrong?” Hoseok asks.

“I just,” Jimin starts. His voice is weak and seems be on the verge of cracking, but he keeps going. “They always make me so pale, so white, almost like Yoongi-Hyung,” and halfway through, his voice breaks. Hoseok nearly tells him to stop, but Jimin starts talking too fast for him to speak up.

“They always, always, make me pale. No one likes me when I’m natural. The cordi-noonas always give me pale makeup until I look sick. No one likes me as I am, skin tone and all. All of you are pale enough to be handsome, but why am I not like that?”

“Jimin, no.” There are tears brimming in Jimin’s eyes as he stares at the pictures on the fan-blog. Hoseok gets up and kneels in front of him. He’s just tall enough to meet Jimin’s chin. He turns Jimin around so he’s facing him. Jimin brings his hands to his face, covering it as he cries more, tired of holding back. Hoseok sighs and pulls him down off the chair and into his arms. Jimin braces himself and lands into Hoseok’s chest, pressed close to the other male. He calms himself down as Hoseok sits on the floor with Jimin in his lap. They can hear Seokjin shuffling around in the bathroom so Hoseok lifts Jimin back to his room where Suga is dead asleep. He lies Jimin down and lays next to him. Jimin curls into his chest, gripping onto the other male’s shirt as Hoseok pulls the blanket over the both of them.

Jimin is calm, but doesn’t want to get up. No one has ever tried to calm him. They just awkwardly sat there and let him be, thinking he was stressed. No one ever asked if he was okay, or what was wrong. No one stopped him and held him like this. And he likes it. He loves it, actually. He never wants to let go, especially if it’s Hoseok holding him. They fall back asleep together, Jimin never letting go of his shirt, never once letting himself let go.

And this became routine. He got used to going to Hoseok when he needed to cry, and it happened more often than not as more and more people became fans and started spreading hate, but Hoseok always hushed him and carried him to bed, kissing the top of his head and comforting him until he fell back asleep, never once letting go of his anchor, Hoseok.