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“I’m gay” Yoongi stated at 7:39pm on a Sunday night in June. 7 boys sat together in the kitchen, eating the food Seokjin graciously cooked them, engaging in subtle conversations. The room fell silent as 6 eyes attached themselves to Min Yoongi, Not a whisper was heard. The Rapper kept his eyes strictly on the bowl of rice placed in front of him, bringing a spoon full to his mouth and chewing, He wasn’t nervous. Yoongi wasn’t scared or anxious to tell his band members the truth, in fact he was quite underwhelmed, simply stating his sexuality as if he were discussing the weather. Swallowing, Yoongi dared to look up, Immediately meeting the eyes of Park Jimin who sat across from him.
“Thats...” Namjoon piped up first, setting his utensils down and reaching over to pat Yoongi’s arm, a dimpled smile marking his face, “That’s cool.” A few more agreements trickled after, Jungkook nodding his head and Hoseok spewing bright words of support as he grinned wide. But Jimin, Jimin just sat there, his hands in his lap and an unclear expression washed over his make up free features.
Nothing changed after that night, Life went on, Yoongi expected nothing less. Taehyung and Jungkook played video games on the living room floor and shoved each other when their player died, Hoseok continued to practice choreography in the dance studio, body moving exquisitely to the beat of the music, and Seokjin kept with cleaning up after Namjoon’s clumsy ass.
Except for Park Jimin.
“Jimin-ssi I need you to come do some recordings in the studio” Yoongi walked into the boys room and stood in the doorway, body leaning against the frame as he waited for the vocalist to crawl out of bed. Jimin casted his murky brown eyes in his hyungs direction, briefly catching his gaze before shuffling deeper into his cocoon of blankets. “Get up, it’ll take 20 mins tops” The elder tried again, crossing his arms over his chest with the small pang of annoyance that nagged him when the boy wouldn’t do as he asked. Jimin only ignored him further and pulled the material tighter around himself. “Seriously Jimin, just-“ Yoongi started as he stomped over and pressed his hands into the fur ball that enveloped his needed singer, but before he could mutter out the rest of his scentence he was interrupted. “ Go away” Jimin whispered, his voice slightly muffled by the mounds of blankets but strict nonetheless.
Yoongi removed his hands and hovered over the boy, words muddled as he stood there confused. “What?” He managed to pry out, Jimin never told him to go away, if in anything it was the other way around. “I said, go away hyung...please” Jimin added, this time more weak than anything. Instead of pressing any further, Yoongi let out a sigh and made his way to exit, looking back before leaving completely.
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Yoongi had thought Jimin’s act of repel was a one time thing, and boy was he wrong. For the next two weeks, he’d been nothing but ghosted by Park Jimin. Every question asked was met with no reply, Talking to him was answered with silence and when Yoongi tried to even so much as stand next to the boy, Jimin would move away.
It hurt him. Yoongi had a special place in his heart where Park Jimin laid, and to be completely ignored by him felt like a dagger to the chest. Everyone knew Yoongi was weak for Jimin, his bubbly giggles and crescent moon eye smiles had him a blubbering mess, constantly caving in to whatever the younger wanted. The vocalist had always been someone Yoongi could go too, something about Jimin made him open up and pour his heart out. Many nights, The rapper found himself with a bed full of Park Jimin, curled around him snuggly.
Yoongi missed Jimin, missed his warm hugs, and his soothing Busan satoori that managed to slip out by accident.
And he’d be damned if he was just going to sit around and let himself be casted out by Park Jimin.
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“Jimin?” Yoongi knocked lightly on his bedroom door, it’s 2:17 in the morning. No reply. ‘He’s probably just asleep’ Yoongi told himself and turned around to return to his bed, but something stopped him. A shuffle. Hope filled his chest and he rapped his knuckles against the wooden door once more, the other pulling at the door knob desperately. Locked. “Jimin? Is that you? Let me in” Yoongi whispered louder this time, more confident that the boy was in fact behind the door. He’s met again with no answer but he can just sense that Jimin’s there, feels his presence strongly. “Come on Jimin, I know you’re there...just-just open up” Yoongi doesn’t notice the slight tremor that curled up in his throat as the words left his lips, his hand tugged at the handle violently. He could hear Jimin breathing deeply, ragged almost. “please...I miss you. Fucking, open the door damn it” His lips trembled only lightly, his voice shaky as two desperate tears spilt down his angry red cheeks.
Slumped against the door of Jimin’s bedroom, Yoongi was quick to wipe away the stream of wetness that trailed down his face. “Pull yourself together Yoongi,” He muttered to himself in a whisper quieter than ever, He stood up, straightened his posture, pulled back his shoulders and marched back into his own room. “There is no reason to cry, he’s not mad you.” Yoongi can’t help but talk to himself as he sat on top of his mattress, in need of reassurance. “And it’s certainly not because you are gay.”
The next morning, Breakfast is thick with awkward silence and Yoongi excuses himself before Seokjin even served up the waffles he made from scratch. He found himself sitting outside, on the balcony of their new apartment, letting the summer breeze lull him into a more relaxed state. He doesn’t know when Namjoon joined him, but when his eyes opened he’s right next to him. “Talk to me” Namjoon spoke calm and firm, his eyes find Yoongi’s and they hold a gentle gleam. Somehow Namjoon read Yoongi like an open book, knew every little moment the boy was upset about something, and never failed to offer his insight on the situation. “I know Jimin’s been ignoring you” Namjoon continued for Yoongi, obviously trying to pry an answer out of the other rapper.
“I don’t know what to do Joonie,”Yoongi sighed deep and long, letting some of the pressure ease off of his shoulders. “I don’t know what I’ve done to make him distance himself from me” The elder admits tiredly, and Namjoon slung an arm around his hyungs shoulders. “Do you think it’s cause I’m...gay?” Yoongi asked a little hesitant this time, this being the first time the topic had been brought up since that Sunday night in June. Namjoon shook his head and squeezed the rappers shoulder, “personally? I don’t think so. Sure it was a surprise, but you see how well everyone else took it. Maybe Jiminie needs a little time to process it all before he’s comfortable.” Yoongi let’s himself ponder for a moment the possibilities, “ You really think so?” He asked a little bit more hopeful. Namjoon chuckled deep and sultry, “look, I don’t know for sure. That’s just what I think, you’ll have to ask him yourself.”
Namjoon hopped up and pulled open the door, but before he stepped inside he opens his mouth to say something. “My advice? Confront him about it.”