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Orange Haired Boy - Yoonmin Fic
Min Yoongi walked to his apartment door, throwing his bags gently onto the hallway floor. His mint hair bounced as he swiftly unlocked the door. Yoongi pushed the heavy door open with his hip, after crouching over to pick up his luggage. The door swung open with a creak. Yoongi sighed and tossed his keys on the kitchen counter before hearing a small whimper. The whimpers soon grew into what sounded like pained words.
Yoongi threw his bags down, slammed the door, and quickly shuffled to the couch. He glanced down to see Park Jimin, his best friend and roommate, snuggled underneath a mountain of blankets.
“Yoongiiiiii,” groaned the orange haired boy. He burrowed more into his blanket burrito before exploding into a coughing fit.
A pile of used tissues slowly grew next to the younger, littering the floor. Medicine bottles of all shapes and sizes cluttered the table. Jimin had come down with a nasty illness, causing him to suffer quietly for nearly a week. Yoongi had been gone on a trip, unknowingly leaving the poor sickly boy alone.
“Hey, hey, I’m here. What happened to you?” Yoongi quickly knelt in front of the couch to place the back of his hand on Jimin’s head. He pulled his hand back with a hiss and a quick swear.
“What the hell, Jimin?! You’re burning up! Why haven’t you gone to the doctor yet? You should have called me!” Yoongi scolded the younger boy until he heard the other try to respond.
“Who would’ve thought that the tough Min Yoongi would be so worried about someone else?” Jimin laughed weakly before having another coughing fit.
“Shut up, weakling. You are going to sit your sorry ass down and stay there while I take care of everything,” sighed Yoongi. He began by grabbing a trash bag from underneath the kitchen sink and placing the copious amount of used tissues in it. A grimace graced his features, but he continued. Next, he was onto the bottles scattered across the table. He left the ibuprofen out, along with some others, but took the rest to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.
“T-thanks, Yoongi. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” mumbled Jimin quietly, with pink rushing onto his cheeks. The older boy never heard him, but Jimin didn’t mind. Yoongi would have laughed it off or made some sarcastic comment, so he didn’t try repeating himself.
Yoongi continued to work with his brows furrowed in concentration and worry. He placed a pan out onto the counter before swiftly making his way around the kitchen, pulling out ingredients for a delicious chicken noodle soup. He would glance up every so often to check up on the orange haired boy, but he stayed in his place as Yoongi had demanded.
Jimin felt Yoongi’s eyes on him, and it only added to the color on his cheeks. It was rare when he saw Yoongi actually putting forth any effort to help out around the apartment, and this time it was just for him. He knew he shouldn’t feel so special, but he just couldn’t help it. He would drop anything for his friends in a very obvious manner, but Yoongi would be much more discreet about his caring acts.
Jimin had missed Yoongi badly, but he would never do anything to bother the boy. When the older boy was determined about something, it was best to let him work. Little did Jimin know, Yoongi had missed him too.
Yoongi had been counting down the days until he could return home to see his best friend’s beautiful smile and hear the joyous melody that is his laugh. He had been shocked to return home and not be tackled to the ground with a bear hug by the younger. He had instead been met with a silent apartment, which had worry flooding his thoughts. He learned soon after that his hyper best friend had been suffering silently the entire week, without once telling him. Instead, he had received encouraging texts from Jimin every day, but the boy hadn’t once complained or let on that he was miserable. Part of Yoongi was angry with Jimin for not telling him, whereas the other part of him knew that the younger boy would never want to worry him.
“So, Jimin, why didn’t you tell me that you were sick?” the mint haired boy gently questioned the other boy.
Jimin sniffled a bit before replying, “I didn’t want to bother you. You were working so hard and I just wanted to help encourage you as best I could without actually being there.”
Yoongi felt his face warm and a smile slowly creep onto his face, causing his gums to slowly peek out behind his lips. He coughed and shook his head, playing it off as if he wasn’t affected.
“You wouldn’t be bothering me. In fact, I was kind of missing your pre-pubescent boy voice,” Yoongi’s voice stayed steady, not letting any emotion leak in aside from sarcasm.
“Hey! I do not sound like that…,” whined Jimin. He began pouting dramatically and tried to stop the smile that was forcing itself onto his face. Yoongi had actually missed him!
“You do, too, Jiminnie. Don’t try to deny it,” Yoongi sang teasingly, trying to mock Jimin’s high voice.
“I’m sick so don’t make fun of me, meanie!” Jimin blushed at the nickname and burrowed further into the blankets to hide his very red face.
Yoongi just chuckled lightly as he finished pouring Jimin’s soup into a pastel pink bowl. He blew on it before setting it in front of the small, sick boy. Jimin peaked up out of his blanket to see Yoongi close to him and a very hot bowl of soup waiting for him. He slowly wiggled his way out of the mountain of blankets, revealing his soft sweater-paws that reached out for the hot bowl of soup.
“Thank you so much, but you really didn’t have to do this for me! I can take care of myse-” he sneezed loudly, eyes widening as his face turned a deeper shade of red.
“Sh, now just eat. I’m not afraid to shove this spoon down your throat and force you to eat this delicious soup that I took so much time and energy to prepare. Also, have I mentioned that you’re really-” Yoongi froze and coughed loudly. His own face turned a shade of red, and he quickly turned around to hide from the younger boy, but Jimin had already seen Yoongi’s reaction.
“I’m really what?” questioned Jimin, a slight teasing note in his voice. Whatever was able to embarrass the older this much was worth knowing for later usage.
Yoongi refused to answer Jimin, continuously laughing it off and making up random remarks. Jimin had never seen Yoongi so embarrassed before, and he was determined to figure it out.
“Yoongiiiiiii, tell meeeeee! I promise I won’t make fun of you!” Jimin prodded more and more until the mint haired boy lost it.
“I WAS GOING TO SAY THAT YOU ARE REALLY CUTE WHEN YOU BLUSH, OKAY?!” Yoongi shouted before fully realizing that he had just revealed himself to the younger boy. His face was burning as he lowered his head.
“Look, I’m so sorry Jimin. I didn’t mean to, I-I’m sorry,” Yoongi quickly excused himself from the room, leaving a very shocked and flustered Jimin behind. He tried chasing after him, but he collapsed weakly onto the floor not even a foot away from the couch. ‘Damn you, sick body,’ Jimin thought.
Yoongi locked the door behind him, walking forward and letting himself fall onto his bed. He had screwed up everything. Jimin had to be disgusted with him. Who says something like that to their best friend, and then runs away? Of course, it made it worse that it wasn’t said in a joking way. How was he supposed to face the boy now?
The next few days were awkward to say the least. Neither boy would look each other in the eye, which resulted in uncomfortable silence throughout the quaint apartment. Yoongi hid in his room as much as possible, drowning himself in music. He missed the easy banter between the two of the boys, but he missed Jimin’s blinding smile the most.
Jimin hadn’t been smiling much lately. His own best friend began avoiding him completely once he knew that Jimin was healthy. The smell of coffee waking him up in the morning was no longer accompanied by a gummy smile and a “goodmorning!” Instead, his coffee was sat out on the counter waiting for him, but no mint hair was to be seen. His coffee had gone cold, so Jimin dumped it down the drain and instead poured himself a cold glass of orange juice. If Yoongi was there, he would probably tease Jimin about how similar his hair and the drink are in color.
Jimin just really missed Min Yoongi. Maybe it was his fault for prying when the older boy was clearly uncomfortable. Maybe Yoongi was just really mad at him.. No, then why would he have made coffee just for him? It must be habit by now. Yeah, that’s it.
Both boys continued to blame themselves and avoiding one another as much as possible. Jimin had tried to talk to Yoongi on several occasions, but he would use excuses to get out of it.
Jimin was wasting so much energy on the other boy, and it was definitely showing. Hoseok had commented on Jimin’s lack of genuine smiles and dark circles under the boy’s eyes. He really knew something was wrong when Jimin began to stumble over his own feet during dance rehearsals. Jimin had always been so hard on himself, and he would never let a mistake like that slip.
“Aye Jimin! How have you been? Anything new?” Hoseok smiled widely and poked the shorter boy in the rib. Jimin let out a little yelp before forcing out a light laugh.
“I’ve been alright, I guess. Not much has changed. What about you, Hobi?” Jimin began stretching while looking up at his hyung.
“I’ve been pretty great, actually! You seem different though. Did something happen between you and Yoongi-hyung? You just don’t seem as... hm.. lively, I guess,” Hoseok gently questioned Jimin, hoping to not overstep. His concern and worry for his friend was something he wasn’t the best at concealing.
“Oh! No, he’s just been busy. I guess that I just didn’t get much sleep last night, so that’s probably what you’re seeing,” Jimin tried to smile reassuringly at Hoseok, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything, Jimin,” Hoseok replied with a serious expression, knowing something was wrong.
“Yeah, absolutely! Thanks, hyung. Let’s get to dancing, ‘kay?” Jimin didn’t let the other respond before turning on the music. Hoseok scrambled to his position and let the music move his body, occasionally looking over to check up on the short boy. Jimin ignored the other boy’s looks of concern and instead focused on the way his body responded to the melody.
A couple hours later Jimin turned off the music and gulped down a bottle of water. Hoesok had left an hour earlier, leaving Jimin to dance out his stress. His phone pinged loudly from across the room. He threw a towel around his shoulders before checking to see his dearest friend had left him a message. Jimin smiled before quickly responding.
Taetae : jiminnnnnn
Jiminnie : hey tae!
Taetae : why haven’t you texted me lately? I miss youu :(
Jiminnie : i’m sorry! Ive been super busy at rehearsals lately. You know how it is
Taetae : but i have been soooo lonely without my bestie for the restie
Jiminnie : im sorry taetae! :(
Jiminnie : wait, dont you have your boyfriend to keep you from being lonely?
Taetae : shhh, kookie is wonderful and i love him, but he isnt my jiminnie cricket
Jiminnie : awww tae ;-; <3
Taetae : <3
Taetae : so, when are you coming over for a movie night? :)
Jiminnie : how about tonight? I need to take a quick shower, but then im free!
Taetae : YAY!! You bring the drinks, ill bring the popcorn! :D
Jiminnie : okie dokie! See you soon bbq
Taetae : see you :3
Jimin slid his phone into his bag and ran off to the showers. He washed himself quickly, glad to be rid of the sweat and filth. He tossed on his favorite pair of sweatpants and a old shirt of Yoongi’s that Jimin had stolen years ago. Yoongi had laughed at him when he saw his best friend stealing his clothes, but he had let it slide, so Jimin never returned it.
A wave of sadness hit Jimin at the thought of the older boy. He slipped a cozy hoodie over the shirt, successfully hiding it from any prying eyes. He made his way back to the apartment, stopping in his tracks. Did he really want to face the one person he dreaded, just to get some soda? Jimin turned around and made his way to the little convenience store instead. Maybe Jungkook would be working tonight.
Jimin pushed open the glass door, a little bell sounding out, alerting the store clerk. Jungkook looked up and saw his older friend enter the store. He smiled widely and waved at Jimin.
“Jimin-hyung! I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks!” laughed the tall boy.
Jimin rolled his eyes before replying with a huff, “You just saw me yesterday, you muscle pig.”
Jungkook laughed loudly and poked Jimin in the cheek. “And you are still just as short!”
“I WILL NOT HESITATE TO KICK YOUR ASS, JUNGCOCK!” Jimin exclaimed, trying to appear intimidating. Jungkook just laughed even more and wiped a fake tear from his eye.
“Why do I feel like a mini and harmless teddy bear is trying to attack me?”
“Shut up,” Jimin puffed out his cheeks.
Jungkook smiled and shook his head. “So, what do you need? It’s kinda my job to ask.”
“I just need to pick up some soda for Tae and I. We are having a movie night!” Jimin wiggled his eyebrows and smiled cutely.
“Wow, a date night without me. I’m offended!” the taller boy exclaimed, hitting his chest as if he had been shot through the heart.
Jimin laughed before replying, “Yep! All without you! Tae is cheating on you with me, sorry Kooks.”
“It’s just as I thought.. Your cuteness was too hard to compete with,” grinned the taller boy.
Jimin rolled his eyes and made his way towards the drink refrigerators in the back of the small store. He found the Fanta, which was his favorite, and some Coke for Taehyung. He swung open the fridge door and shivered as a big gust of cold hit him.
“Jiminnie, don’t you have some at the apartment? I swore that Yoongi came in yesterday to pick up some Mountain Dew,” Jungkook questioned.
“He probably did, but I wanted Fanta, not Mountain Dew,” Jimin replied, not meeting Jungkook’s eye.
“Okay, fair point,” Jungkook took the soda from the short boy’s small hands and made his way to the register. Jimin followed and began to take out his wallet to pay, but the other boy handed him the bag of now paid for soda.
“What was that for? I can afford my own drinks, thank you very much.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Just take it okay? Tell Tae that I said hello and that I love him a bunch! Have fun with your movie night now!” Jungkook pushed open the door and gently shoved the orange-haired boy forward. He stumbled a bit while trying to turn around to look at Jungkook with a confused look, but the door shut before he could say anything. He fell backwards into the sidewalk, bracing himself for a nasty meeting with the ground. He opened his eyes, scrunching his face when he never hit cement. Instead, he was met with a warm embrace.
He looked up to see mint hair and a worried face that he knew all too well. He quickly steadied himself, practically leaping out of the older boy’s arms. Yoongi’s eyebrows furrowed and he tried to not let the hurt show on his face.
“You should watch where you’re going, Park. You could’ve killed someone,” Yoongi snapped and shoved past, leaving Jimin frozen in shock. The shock passed and was soon replaced by a mix of emotions. The first to come was anger, causing his face to heat up. This had been the first time Yoongi had acknowledged him in days, and yet that was the first thing he said? Hell no.
“Fuck off, Min,” Jimin spat at the other boy before running off, dropping his soda in the process. He tried to fight off the tears, but they made their way down his face regardless. He didn’t stop running until he reached Taehyung’s apartment door.
Taehyung opened the door to see his best friend trying to force a smile onto his face, even though it was obvious he wasn’t alright. He pulled the broken boy into his arms, letting the force of his sobs shake both their bodies. He shut the door with his foot, turning all his attention to his older friend. Taehyung whispered soothing words to the small boy, successfully calming his sobs into quiet sniffles and whimpers.
Taehyung guided Jimin to the couch, returning with piles of blankets. He pulled Jimin close and let him rest his head on his lap, while rubbing soothing patterns onto his arm. He knew Jimin would talk when he felt ready, so he waited patiently.
A half hour went by before Jimin said a word. “I-I ran into him. He snapped some bullshit response to me and I broke. I told hi-him to fuck off. I told him to fuck off, Tae!” his voice cracked as tears poured down his face.
“Hey, hey, look at me. You had every right to say that, alright? It wasn’t okay for him to avoid you like the plague and then snap at you when he does finally confront you. Your emotions got the best of you,” Taehyung smiled down gently at his best friend.
“I guess. I just miss him so badly, Tae. I miss the bickering and the coffee together. I miss seeing him and his dorky, gummy smile. I think I.. I l-love him, and now I’ve screwed up bigtime,” Jimin smiled weakly at the mention of the other boy’s smile.
“You didn’t screw up. He needs to man up and talk to you. He was the one to shut you out and he was the one to run away the first time. You did nothing wrong, but he just can’t face his problems. Min Yoongi can be a huge coward sometimes, and this is one of those times. Don’t blame yourself, Jimin. Now, we are going to watch a damn movie and laugh until it physically hurts. Maybe we will even watch Kookie’s precious Iron Man without him, hm?” Tae poked Jimin’s nose and smiled his boxy smile.
Jimin laughed softly, his eyes turning into little crescent moons. He nodded and snuggled closely to Taehyung.
The older boy fell asleep quickly after Iron Man began, exhausted from a stressful day. Taehyung got up slowly and covered him with a blanket, turning to turn off the television. Yoongi would get a piece of his mind, but Jimin didn’t need to know that. He walked into his bedroom, shut the door softly, and dialed Min Yoongi’s number.
‘Gyesokdwae domangchyeobwado, geojit soge ppajyeoisseo, caught in a lie, sungyeolhaessdeon nal chajajwo... ’ Yoongi hit decline call, not wanting to talk to anyone. ‘Gyesokdwae domangchyeobwado, geojit…’ He hit decline call again, rolling his eyes. Can people not take a hint?
A few minutes later his phone pinged with a notification. Yoongi picked up the phone to a new voicemail. His finger hovered over the little play button for a moment, finally deciding to listen.
“Hello, Min-fucking-Yoongi. This is Kim Taehyung here. I know you, you know me. We have a mutual best friend, Park Jimin. I’m sure you’ve heard of him. Would you like to explain to me why the hell this angel of a man showed up at my doorstep in tears? His eyes were red and swollen, and he looks like he has lost 20 pounds in the last week. All he told me was that you snapped at him with some bullshit response and he told you to fuck off. Now said angel is in on my couch, passed out from crying. I don’t know what crawled up your ass and made you so damn pissy, but you need to stop being such a damn coward and explain yourself to the poor boy. He really cares about you a lot, and you broke his damn heart. Now get it together or I will not hesitate to beat your sorry ass.” A beep sounded out, signifying that the message was done playing.
Yoongi’s eyes widened and he dropped the phone. A wave of guilt overtook every inch of his body and for the first time in a long time, he cried. Sobs wracked his body, and he shook from the force. He had fucked up bigtime, and now his poor Jimin was losing weight and happiness because of him. How had he not seen it sooner? Jimin had done nothing wrong but he was too caught up in his self-hate to see that Jimin was hurting too. The one person Yoongi had allowed himself to love, grew to hate him.
He stood up, wiping his tears away roughly. He straightened his clothes and began cleaning up his sorry excuse for a room. He spent the next day straightening up the entire apartment, aside from Jimin’s bedroom. Yoongi could barely walk past his room without feeling the urge to punch something or break down.
Jimin woke up with a large pain in his neck from sleeping in an uncomfortable position for so long. He sat up, stretching his limbs while a loud yawn left his mouth. Memories of the day before flooding back to him, explaining the burning in his eyes and the dryness of his throat.
The apartment seemed empty, but he saw his best friend’s Gucci shoes sitting beside a worn pair of Timberlands. Jimin stood up and made his way to the bathroom, pausing to glance in the mirror. His once chubby cheeks and bright appearance were gone and replaced with swollen eyes and sunken in cheeks. Jimin shook his head and splashed cold water onto his face, patting his face dry with a fluffy towel.
A knock on the bathroom door caused him to jump followed by, “Jimin hurry up! A man has gotta go!”
Jimin rolled his eyes and opened the door slowly. A shove to the side and a slam of the door assuring him that Tae had indeed had to go. He turned around to see Jungkook laughing loudly with his hair sticking every which way. Jimin rolled his eyes once again and started towards the kitchen before pausing quickly. In front of him stood a very nervous Min Yoongi with a brand new Fanta soda in his hand.
Yoongi stepped forward, going to speak, but paused to really take in the young boy’s face. He saw the dull glint in the once bright eyes and the lack of color in his face. It was all because of him, and now he knew.
Jimin’s eyes widened and suddenly he felt sick. His heart dropped to his stomach, and a lump formed in his throat. Why was he here?
“Jimin, I know you may not want to see me but I needed to explain myself. Will you let me?” Yoongi asked hesitantly. Jimin simply nodded, his eyes suddenly finding his shoes so interesting.
“Can we go home? I promise I will explain everything and if you still hate me after that then.. Then I will leave. You won’t have to see me ever again, I promise,” sighed the older boy. Jimin’s eyes flicked up to Yoongi, then to Taehyung who had returned to the room. He smiled softly and nodded encouragingly.
“I-I guess. Let’s go home,” Jimin finally looked up to the familiar face he had missed so much. Taehyung came over and pulled Jimin into a big hug before pushing him forward towards the door where Yoongi stood.
“Here is a Fanta if you want it, I just saw you dropped some yesterday and yeah..” Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck. Jimin took it, mumbling his thanks. He walked past and opened the door, waiting for Yoongi. The older boy took a deep breath and walked out to meet him. They walked to his car together, both getting in and taking a seat. Some music played softly in the background, as if trying to break the awkward silence. Yoongi gripped the steering wheel tightly, driving quickly to their apartment.
As soon as they arrived, Jimin hopped out of the car and quickly made his way to the door that lead him to home. Yoongi took another deep breath before following behind, pulling out his keys to unlock the door. Jimin waited patiently while chewing lightly on the inside of his cheek. The door swung open and they both entered. Jimin sighed in relief, happy to finally be home.
The worry and anxiety of what was about to be discussed heightened and both boys felt it settle on their shoulders.
“Um, you may want to sit down for this, if you want,” Yoongi sighed, letting his eyes shut. Jimin made his way to the couch, sitting down stiffly. The comforting feeling that the couch once gave him seemed to have been sucked out. He felt like a stranger in his own home.
Jimin felt the couch dip next to him and he turned to give the other boy his full attention. He could barely look at him without feeling like he would burst at any second.
“You don’t have to say anything at all, and that’s okay. Hell, I don’t even know why you are giving me a chance to explain myself,” Yoongi chuckled bitterly and he felt tears start to fill his eyes. Get it together, Yoongi. Don’t fuck this up. You could lose him forever.
“So, where to begin. I guess I will start with an apology. I’m sorry, Jimin. I’m sorry for running away and saying something like that to you. I’m sorry for shutting you out when all you were trying to do was make sure I was alright. I’m sorry for making you feel like all this was your fault. I’m sorry for snapping at you like you were nothing but an enemy. The truth is, you are so much more than that. You mean more to me than you’ll ever know. I realized how much I really care about you and I got scared. You are my best friend and best friends aren’t supposed to feel this way towards each other. I’m supposed to see you like a brother and instead, I see you like.. Like someone I could wake up to. Like someone I could kiss and laugh with without a worry. I love your smile that never fails to cheer me up, and how your eyes nearly shut with the force of those very smiles. I love your adorable little bed head when you first get up. I love your goofy giggles and your blushes. I love when you try to act tough, because all it does is make you seem even cuter. I guess what I’m trying to say is that… I have fallen in love with you, Jiminnie,” Yoongi finished with tears falling down his face. He put his head into his hands and cried, not even daring to look at the orange-haired boy in front of him.
Yoongi felt small hands take his hands into theirs. He looked up to see Jimin smiling gently at him. Jimin wrapped his arms around Yoongi, pulling him close. Yoongi buried his head into Jimin’s neck and inhaled the scent he had missed so much.
The younger boy kissed the top of the older’s head, gently humming in the way he knew Yoongi loved. The older boy tensed, then moved backwards to look at Jimin in shock. Jimin simply smiled at him before replying with, “I love you too, Min Yoongi. I forgive you.”
As soon as those words left his mouth, Yoongi’s gummy smile showed itself for the first time in days. Jimin giggled and wrapped his arms around his neck, “Can I kiss you?”
“Absolutely,” Yoongi breathed out before quickly leaning down to fit his lips to Jimin’s. Jimin hummed happily and smiled through the kiss. Yoongi pulled back to see a very red Jimin. He laughed lightly before leaning back in for a gentle kiss.
A few moments went by before Jimin was the one to pull back. “So, does that make us boyfriends or what?” he shyly asked.
“Yep! You’re mine now,” Yoongi answered with a wiggle of his eyebrows and a big smile. Jimin’s face burned even more and he quickly buried his face into the boy’s neck.
“Hey guess what?”
“Hm?”
“I love you!”
“I love you too, you dork.”
“My orangie ~”
“Yoongiiiii”