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Occasionally, Yoongi wonders why he complies with his best friend’s impromptu requests all the time. They end up bad for him more times than not, yet he always finds himself agreeing to Jin’s next request with a mere innocent smile and the promise of a home cooked lunch.
The music is deafening. Yoongi can feel a headache beginning to throb at the right side of his head, so he takes a sip of his water in hopes of keeping it at bay. It suffices, but what he really needs is to get as far away from the huge ass speakers as possible. He looks across the crowd of dancing and grinding bodies in hopes of catching Jin’s eye, but he can’t locate his best friend’s broad body anywhere. He must be in the bathroom, then.
Yoongi slides his phone out of his pocket and makes his way to somewhere quieter. The kitchen, maybe. He’s never been to this party house before (never would have been if Jin hadn’t forced him to come), but he thinks he remembers where it is from when Jin got both of them beers. He sees a light coming from the far end of the hall and starts in that direction, unlocking his phone to open the Messages app on his way there. He passes a couple making out against the wall and averts his eyes, their moans growing louder as the music gets quieter.
The music from the family room is mostly muffled in the kitchen. It’s a large kitchen with an opening to a smaller sitting room, so there are a few people socializing in this area, but at least it’s not as ear-splitting as before.
To: Jinnie
i’m in the kitchen
music was making me sick
thanks for leaving me alone >:(
“Baby! There you are. I was looking for you.”
A loud, sweet voice calls out, breaking Yoongi’s newfound sense of calm. Yoongi looks away from his phone, glancing around to see whose significant other felt so passionately about them. A body crashes into his side, and there’s a boy under fluffy blonde hair smiling crescents at him.
Oh.
The voice was talking to him?
“Uh,” Yoongi stammers. He doesn’t have a boyfriend.
Arms wrap around Yoongi’s waist and he stiffens at the touch. The boy perches his head on Yoongi’s shoulder, and still hasn’t stopped smiling.
“You must be mista-”
“Please play along,” the boy whispers. Yoongi turns his head to meet the blond’s eyes and wow they’re so close and- the boy’s eyes are filled with tears?
“I’m Jimin, what’s your name?” he whispers, urgently. He unwraps one arm from across Yoongi’s waist to tangle his right hand with Yoongi’s left. The action could be played off as yet another fake romantic gesture, but the thin black band across the other’s middle finger tells him everything he needs to know.
“I’m Yoongi,” he answers, and pulls Jimin in closer. Jimin relaxes into Yoongi’s body. Yoongi’s still staring at the smaller hand, at the ring that resembles the one he has on his own right hand. He hears him sniffle, and squeezes their hands.
“Jimin! Funny seeing you here.”
The way the blonde’s body tenses alarms Yoongi. The two of them turn around to face a man with black hair slicked back and a barely concealed sneer across his lips.
“Dongin.” Jimin doesn’t reciprocate the faux enthusiasm the man was trying to create.
“Is he your new boyfriend?” Dongin asks, jerking his chin to Yoongi.
“Yes, I am. You can leave us alone, now.” Yoongi’s surprised how irritated he manages to sound. There’s no way Jimin showing his ring was a mistake; it would have been much easier in their position for Jimin to hold with his left hand. But Jimin must have seen Yoongi’s own ring, and was asking for help.
Yoongi has a strong feeling it was because of this man.
Jimin holds their hands tighter.
“Wow, Jimin. I can’t believe you actually found someone else,” Dongin scoffs.
Yoongi wants to punch him. He’s surprised when the man looks straight into his eyes. “How do you deal with a fucking prude like him?”
Yoongi’s mouth drops open, and this seems to fuel the man more.
“Aw, Jiminie, does your new man know you can’t handle a little dick? Or did he fuck you good and you realized how much of a bitch you were to me about it?” His smile grows wider at each taunt.
“You piece of shit!” Jimin spits. Yoongi notices how much his body is shaking, and lets go of Jimin’s hand to wrap an arm around his shoulders, instead.
“Yoongi is actually a decent human being, something you can’t even dream of being. He respects me and my boundaries and doesn’t try to force my pants off everytime we see each other.”
Jimin is yelling now, and Dongin has the audacity to look surprised. Yoongi rubs at Jimin’s slim waist in support.
“If you cared about me, you’d listen to me. But I’m a lot happier now that I ever was with you. I don’t know what I even saw in you to begin with.”
And with that, Jimin pushes past Dongin and out of the kitchen, making a point to knock their shoulders together. Yoongi starts to follow him but pauses in front of the man.
“If you try to harass Jimin again, I’ll make sure you can never use that dick again, alright?” Yoongi smiles sweetly, patting Dongin’s shoulder. He leaves the man standing there and jogs into the hallway to look for the blonde. Jimin is near the couple making out, but is looking at Yoongi.
“Let’s go outside?” Yoongi asks, throwing a pointed glance behind him. Jimin nods and they go straight out the front door, passing the still booming living room on the way.
A gust of wind ruffles Yoongi’s hair once they step out onto the patio, but it’s welcome since it cools down his head which is still threatening a headache on the horizon. Yoongi takes his phone out again, checking if Jin ever texted back.
From: Jinnie
sdajkfujasd
im havimgg fun gi
Yoongi rolls his eyes at the nickname.
To: Jinnie
i’m in the patio now
call if you need anything
stay safe
He locks his phone and looks up into Jimin’s eyes, surprised to find them watering again.
“I’m really sorry about that in there. I probably made you super uncomfortable, I don’t even know if you’re single.” He stops. “Oh shit, what if you’re straight?”
“Hey.” That’s all it takes for Jimin to stop rambling. “Take a deep breath for me, okay? Confrontation isn’t easy, especially standing up for yourself.”
Jimin nods. He’s frozen for a second before he crumples onto one of the burgundy wicker chairs. Yoongi sits down next to him and holds out his right hand, his own ring a bit thicker than Jimin’s.
“If I could help someone in danger because of this, then that brings me much more comfort than anything else,” he assures. “And for the record, I’m not taken. Or straight.”
Someone throws up somewhere on the yard, and Yoongi instinctively wrinkles his nose. Jimin lets out a short huff of a laugh. Yoongi glances up. Jimin has a small smile playing on his lips.
Now that he can see the other clearly in front of him, no stress or confusion in the way, Yoongi can see just how attractive the blonde is. He has a sharp jawline yet soft cheeks, which serve to pronounce his cuteness. His eyes are shaped beautifully, and the light eyeshadow and eyeliner make them even more stunning. His small nose is strangely endearing, as well.
Jimin sighs. “I feel like I owe you an explanation.”
Yoongi shakes his head. “You don’t owe me anything.”
“Still,” Jimin starts, but Yoongi shakes his head again.
“How about you tell me about yourself first, and then you can tell me an explanation, if you still feel like it?”
And that’s how Jin finds them approximately 30 minutes later- laughing at something the other said in the painful wicker patio chairs.
“Gi, you got a cute boyfriend and you didn’t tell me?” His best friend whines, clearly drunk, plopping into another chair.
“Hyung, this is Jimin. He’s a sophomore at the university.”
Jin coos, cupping Jimin’s face in his hands. Yoongi smacks him. “Hyung, you can’t just do that!” He turns to Jimin. “I’m sorry about him. He gets into nurture mode when he’s drunk.”
Jimin’s laughing covering his mouth with a hand.
Jin gasps. “You have the ace ring! Yoongi is ace, too, did you know that?”
Jimin glances at Yoongi’s hand. It’s the one thing they didn’t talk about, an understanding over the significance already settling within them. Who knows what state Jimin would be in if he hadn’t found Yoongi because of his ring.
Yoongi looks to find Jimin staring right into his eyes.
“Yeah, I knew that.”
Maybe Yoongi doesn't regret going along with Jin's outrageous requests just this one time.