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This is how the story begins.
When Park Jimin is in his bed, hand down his boxer shorts, groaning when he feels his stomach muscles tense. He closes his eyes and throws his head back, biting his bottom lip to keep from making more noise. He pumps himself faster, faster, faster.
“Fuck.” He sighs, when he feels himself getting closer. So. Fucking. Close-
And it’s at that moment, in the darkness and the climax of the cold (although he wishes he could’ve reached a different kind of climax), when his bedroom window slides open, making him realize that he had forgotten to lock it, and a dark figure climbs up, barely making any noise.
Jimin stops all movement and slowly brings his hand out of his boxers. Oh, shit.
Do I pretend to be asleep so he doesn’t hurt me? Is he a murderer? A burglar? A rapist?
The dark figure stops by the foot of his bed and at that, Jimin completely loses his shit.
He reaches out to grab the nearest object that could be used as a weapon and his hands find purchase to his Polo Ralph Lauren perfume that Taehyung had given him as a birthday gift a couple months back. He lets out a battle cry as he sprays at the unknown son of a bitch.
“KIM TAEHYUNG, GET YOUR ASS IN MY ROOM, THERE’S SOMEONE WHO BROKE INTO OUR APARTMENT!”
Kim Taehyung, neighbourhood idiot, sex toy connoisseur, (unfortunately) Jimin’s best friend and roommate, barges into the room, vibrating dildo in hand, set to maximum power.
“NOT TODAY, SATAN!”
The lights are finally switched on and for the first time, Jimin sees the stranger and hot damn, for a criminal, he was pretty fucking gorgeous. And very fucking familiar.
The room is dead silent and awkward. Jimin is frozen in place, perfume in hand, blinking at the hot stranger in front of him, who, may he add, was hard as a rock in his jeans. This is only a painful reminder of his own erection still painfully obvious in his boxers. The said stranger, rubbed his eyes non-stop, teary and red due to the Polo Ralph Lauren face-spray attack. While Taehyung, dildo in hand, stared at the stranger with a murderous look in his eyes.
The hot stranger is the first to break the silence. He looks up at Jimin and speaks.
“Did you just spray my face with branded perfume?”
Jimin stutters, blinking nonstop. “U-uh-- I-- I- You.. you just barged into my bedroom window at two in the morning, how was I supposed to react?!”
He hums in thought a bit before shrugging. “I see your point. Anyway,” His eyes travel from Jimin’s bulge to Taehyung’s hand that was still holding onto his dildo.
He coughs a bit. “So which one of you was I sexting?”
The two cough awkwardly, looking at each other in a panic, turning bright red.
Jimin then smacks Taehyung on the back of his head. “If a murderer were to break into our apartment, you plan to attack him with a bright pink, glow in the dark sex toy that you shove into your ass eight times a week?!”
Taehyung waves it at Jimin’s face, making him gag. “Hey, as if you’re any better. From the looks of it, you were in the middle of beating your man meat when this guy barged int--”
Jimin presses a finger to his lips and shoves Taehyung’s dildo away with a disgusted look. “Shh, no. That’s not what matters right now.”
Jimin then turns his attention to the stranger standing in front of them. “Who are you?”
The stranger hums for a second, still rubbing his red eyes. “Before that, what room number is this?”
“102.” The two answer together.
The stranger groans. “Crap. Wrong room. Sorry about this. I’m Yoongi.”
Something clicks in Jimin’s head. Yoongi. The Min Yoongi? The sophomore who’s rumored to be so good at fucking? The one who fucks like he were born to fuck? That Min Yoongi? Standing in his room with a boner?
“Ah.” He manages to get out of his mouth. “I figured. I wouldn’t believe you’d be sexting either of us.”
Yoongi merely nods, still struggling to keep his eyes open and Jimin reaches for a roll of tissue paper on his dresser and gently helps Yoongi sit on his bed.
“Sorry for spraying branded perfume at your face.” He mumbles, embarrassed.
He only hums, which Jimin assumes is Yoongi language for ‘It’s all good’.
It takes twenty minutes of tissues and Jimin’s TLC for Yoongi’s eyes to go back to their normal state.
These twenty minutes also involved lots of face touching, staring (at least in Jimin’s case) and irregular heartbeats. Jimin heaves a sigh of relief when Yoongi thanks him and says he’d better get going.
Before Jimin could close the apartment door, Yoongi twirls around and blocks it with his hand. “Hey, what’s your name? I just realized I never asked.”
He swallows. “Jimin. Park Jimin.”
Yoongi cocks his head a little, as if deep in thought. He then snaps his fingers. “Ah! Freshman? Dance club?”
Jimin nods.
Yoongi only smiles at him. “Knew I’ve seen you from somewhere. Well. Nice meeting you, Jimin-ah. I’ll see you around.” He turns his back on him, raising his hand a little to wave goodbye.
“See you… around.” Jimin mutters more to himself than Yoongi. He pushes the door shut and groans loudly, back hitting the door as he sunk to the floor.
“What’s wrong with you? You look like Big Bang just disbanded.” Taehyung notes.
Jimin raises his head to give Taehyung a look of pure horror.
“J-Jimin, you’re scaring me a little bit.” Taehyung says, slowly backing away, pointing his dildo at him.
Jimin slowly stands up, making his way towards Taehyung, grabbing him by the collar.
Taehyung stares back at him, completely terrified.
“The entire time he was here…” Jimin starts, voice low and serious. “--we were both still hard.”
“Oh, boy.” Taehyung says, raising his dildo high in the air, switching it to maximum power again.
“Would you prefer pink or blue?”
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The story proceeds.
When Jimin and Taehyung meet up with Jungkook in a Starbucks across the school.
Jungkook loses his shit laughing, nearly choking on his cheesecake, after he hears the meeting story between Min Yoongi and Park Jimin, in full detail.
“You seriously met Yoongi hyung like that?!”
Jimin groans and buries his face in his hands. “It’s not fucking funny. I met the university hottie and the first thing I did was spray his face with Polo Ralph Lauren with Jimin junior trying to say hi through my boxers.”
Taehyung and Jungkook nearly fall over each other, laughing so hard, tears began forming in their eyes.
“Oh, god.” Jungkook sighs, wiping at the corners of his eyes. “This shit is gold.”
Jimin glares at them before casually unlocking his phone to check the time.
He then shoots up his seat.
Oh, fuck. Fuck me.
“It’s 5:00 pm.” He announces to the two boys.
The pair’s eyes widen and there’s a short pause, as they all let the fact that they’re fucked sink in, before they start packing up their things and shoving bagels and cheesecakes into their mouths. Jimin slings his backpack on one shoulder and grabs his cup of coffee before dashing out the glass doors, Jimin and Taehyung close behind.
It was only the fifth dance club training. And they had been late a total of five times.
They finally reached the field after several pushing, darting and “excuse me”’s later. Jimin could only visualize Hoseok’s death glare when they get there so he doesn’t have enough time to react when he bumps into someone, styrofoam cup of coffee flying out of his grasp, spilling all over his hands, clothes, face, and all over this stranger’s-- Oh, crap.
“Seriously?” Yoongi groans, sounding more tired than angry. “Are we seriously going to meet like this everywhere? Because if that’s the case, I’d rather not see you around.”
“Fuck, I’m so sorry--” Jimin stutters, using his supposed extra shirt to wipe Yoongi’s clothes, arms and face. “I’m so sorr--”
“Come on, Jimin. We gotta run.” Taehyung says, stifling a laugh as he grabs Jimin by the wrist.
“First perfume, then coffee, what else do you plan to spray at my face?” Yoongi groans.
“Believe me, hyung, there are many things he’d like to spray at your face.” Taehyung says, wiggling his eyebrows.
Jimin turns bright red but before he could open his mouth to defend his honor, Taehyung and Jungkook push him away, flashing Yoongi bright and toothy smiles.
“Bye, Yoongi hyung!”
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And so the story progresses.
When Min Yoongi speed walks away from Jin, who was once again, trying to set him up with one of his friends. Yoongi would rather date his cousin than anyone of Jin’s kind. Anyone of Jin’s kind probably either went to a knitting club or were in a senior citizens home.
“Hyung,” Yoongi says monotonously. “No.”
“But Yoongi, he’ll be so good for you!” Jin says, grabbing Yoongi’s hands. “Just meet him!”
Yoongi groans, throwing his head back in frustration. “I’m not interested, how many times do I have to say that?”
“Look,” Jin says, a hand resting on Yoongi’s shoulder. “You know how much I care about you, alright? I just want to see you happy and finally find someone worth more than just a one night fuck, know what I mean?”
Yoongi tries to think of something else to say to get out of another date gone wrong, until he spots a certain chubby cheeked freshman, walking their way and a lightbulb instantly appears in his head.
“Sorry, hyung,” Yoongi says. “But I’m already interested in somebody else.”
Jin’s eyes widen to the size of saucers and he grabs on tightly to Yoongi’s shoulders. “YOU?! INTERESTED?! SERIOUSLY INTERESTED?! IN ANOTHER HUMAN BEING?!”
“Yes, seriously interested in another human being.” Yoongi says, watching as Jimin came closer, closer, closer-
“Who?” Jin asks. Ah, perfect timing.
He reaches out, grabbing Jimin by the neck and throwing an arm around him. “This little cutie.”
Jimin’s eyes are wide and confused, cheeks red from being called ‘cutie’. “Yoongi hyung, what are you doing?”
Jin stares at them, jaw nearly touching the floor, looking completely baffled. “You… like Park Jimin?”
“Wh--” Jimin’s about to open his mouth in confusion, but Yoongi pulls him close, rests a hand on the back of his neck and pulls his face towards his own and kisses him on the lips.
Jimin’s eyes are wide as his heartbeat and breath stop altogether. It lasts a couple of seconds before Yoongi slowly pulls away, staring at Jimin with a look he couldn’t understand. He licks his lips before turning back to Jin.
“Yep.” He simply says.
Jimin has to learn how to breathe again before he opens his mouth. “Good morning, Jin hyung.”
Good fucking morning, indeed.
Jin could only shake his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe you, Park Jimin. Barely two months into your university life and you start dating the most emotionally constipated person I’ve ever met.”
Yoongi has to raise his hands, confusion etched on his face. “Wait, wait, wait. You guys know each other?”
Jimin looks at him. “Well, of course, he’s dating the best friend of my club’s president.”
Yoongi inwardly groans. Fuck. It was like life constantly felt the need to shit all over him. Fuck it. Fuck it all. It’s like God created the world and then said, thou shalt fuck Min Yoongi up.
“You,” He says, facing Jimin and holding on tightly to his hand. “We need to talk.”
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The story complicates.
When Yoongi and Jimin have to set ground rules for they’d both realized that they had more mutual friends than they thought.
“Alright, this won’t be too hard.” Yoongi says, more to himself than to Jimin.
“Hyung, seriously, why do you make things so hard for yourself? Couldn’t you just have told Jin hyung that you’re not interested in dating anyone?” Jimin whined.
“I could’ve and I did but it didn’t work. So stop whining, alright, we just need to do this for a couple weeks or so in front of our friends and then we can stop the act and tell them we broke up. So just help me out here a little, yeah? Think of it as a way of making it up to me for the perfume and coffee incidents.”
Jimin gulps and sighs in defeat. “Alright, fine, I’ll do it.”
Yoongi smiles at him and punches him on the shoulder. “Alright, thank you. I gotta know one thing before everything else though.”
Jimin hums, trying not to show how much he was freaking out in his head.
I’m gonna be Yoongi’s pretend boyfriend. I’m gonna be Yoongi’s pretend boyfriend. I’m gonna be-
His breath hitches in his throat when Yoongi lunges forward, legs on either side of his waist, so close that their foreheads were touching and he could feel Yoongi’s hot breath against his skin. He then leans in closer, breathing against the nape of his neck.
“How good of an actor are you?” Yoongi whispers, giving him goosebumps.
Jimin hiccups.
Yoongi stifles a laugh and reaches up to pinch his cheek. “Looks like we have a long way to go, babe.”
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“I can’t believe we’re using fucking flash cards.” Yoongi says, giving Jimin a dead look.
“It makes it easier to memorize!” Jimin exclaims, arranging the multi-colored cards in an orderly fashion.
“In what order is that even? Alphabetical?” Yoongi asks, examining the cards.
“Nah, it’s arranged the way Taehyung arranges his dildos.” Jimin says, as if it were the most natural and obvious thing in the entire universe.
Yoongi nearly chokes to death on his water.
“Alright, let’s do this. Favorite color?”
“Pink.”
“Black.”
“Favorite food?”
“Ice cream.”
“Anything.”
“Favorite movie?”
“Big Hero 6.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“What?”
“Your favorite movie is a Disney cartoon?”
“It’s beautiful and heart-warming.” Jimin pouts.
“Sure, until Hiro let’s go of his fucking hand like it’s Titanic or some shit and then he’s left alone to die in a black hole of space shit and death.”
“Whatever, hobbies?”
“Composing music.”
“You compose music?” Jimin asks in shock.
Yoongi nods. “The one thing I’m actually good at, actually. You?”
“Dance, obviously. Hmm. How about.. family.”
Yoongi’s expression darkens. “They’re irrelevant.”
Jimin bites his tongue to avoid saying anything to piss the other off. But he knew something was wrong and it was probably time to stop. Instead, he asks Yoongi to let him hear his songs and Jimin watches a smile materialize on Yoongi’s face when he says he thinks every single one was beautiful.
And he knows he’s done for.
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Jimin walks into his apartment and finds Yoongi, hopping on one foot, screaming an entire diss rap at Taehyung’s currently vibrating blue dildo on the floor.
For a moment, Jimin regrets giving Yoongi a copy of their apartment key.
“Yoongi, what in God’s name?” Jimin exclaims, as he steps out of his boots.
“Can you please tell your roommate not to leave his god damn dildos all over the place?”
“I’ve seen it in worse places, my friend.” Jimin says, shaking his head, trying to get rid of the memory of walking into Taehyung during happy time. “Way worse.”
Only a month into pretending, the two had gotten quite comfortable with each other. Hanging out even when their friends weren’t around, dropping honorifics, acting sickeningly sweet just to piss each other off, although Jimin didn’t feel quite pissed off at all. Jimin thinks they’re stepping into quite dangerous territory.
“Hey, remember that day we first met?” Yoongi asks, examining one of Taehyung’s newest additions to his collection.
“I honestly try really hard not to.” Jimin laughs.
“You know what I think?” Yoongi asks. “I think we should’ve finished each other off.”
Jimin grabs the closest throw pillow and aims for Yoongi’s crotch.
But he takes one look at Yoongi’s laughing face and he decides maybe that talk could wait for a later time.
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Jin, Namjoon, Jungkook and Hoseok gag all together when Jimin leans his head on Yoongi’s shoulder and Yoongi gently presses a kiss on top of his head. It had been around three months since they started pretending and they seemed to be quite natural at this point. In fact, it’s been going on a lot longer than they had initially planned.
“How are you guys still grossed out by them?” Taehyung asks, raising a soju bottle to his mouth. “It’s not like you guys aren’t dating anyone yourselves.”
“Yoongi has about as much emotional capacity as a brick.” Hoseok points out. “Seeing him willingly kiss someone when it doesn’t involve tongue or anal penetration, is sickening and surreal.”
Yoongi turns his head to glare at him, opening another bottle. “Can we please just drink in peace?”
It’s nice, Jimin thinks. Yoongi’s best friends and his best friends together in one room, drinking and laughing. As if it’s meant to be that way. As if they were meant to be together all along.
Just then, Jin’s phone rings and he politely excuses himself from the group to take it.
They go on talking, deciding to play spin, sip and strip. Jungkook’s in the middle of unbuckling his belt when Jin returns, looking at Yoongi with an expression that didn’t look too good. Everyone falls silent.
“What?” Yoongi asks, his hands unconsciously tightening around Jimin’s waist.
“Yoongi, it’s your sister.” Jin says in a low and cautious voice. “She left home.”
Yoongi’s eyes widen. Jimin feels his entire body tense. “What do you mean?”
“Your mom just called. She said your sister and your dad got into this huge fight. So she left home. They seem to think she’s gone to live with you. They think you got her to-”
Jin doesn’t even get to finish his sentence when Yoongi runs out the door.
A “wait” is stuck in Jimin’s throat but Yoongi is long gone before he could even take a breath. Everyone’s eyes could only linger on the door left wide open.
“What the hell was that?” Jimin whispered more to himself than to anyone else. Nevertheless, he gets his answer. A part of him wishes he didn’t.
“He never told you, did he?” Jin asks.
Jimin could only nod dumbly.
Jin motions for him to go for a walk with him and Jimin stands up, following him.
He’d spent a lot of time with Yoongi after deciding to fake date. Birthdays, provinces, favorites, hobbies, embarrassing moments, dating timelines, sex positions. He knew he should’ve asked more about his family. Especially after hearing someone use ‘irrelevant’ to describe family.
“You know, Yoongi and I,” Jin started. “We met when we were in elementary school. He was a good kid. Quiet but kind hearted. I know he comes off a bit cold and blunt at times. But even now, the way he is, he’s still one of the greatest people I know. He’s always been through a lot of pressure when he was growing up. His dad had quite the expectations for him, considering he’s the head of a law firm.”
Jimin’s eyes widen.
“I know, right?” Jin chuckles, not missing his reaction. “But because of that, Yoongi and his sister always had to strive to be ten times better at everything than everyone. And as his friend, it pained me to see Yoongi like that. Unhappy, pressured, tired… and lost, more than anything else.”
Jimin couldn’t even imagine Yoongi that way. Yoongi who always looked so independent, stable, head strong, hardworking, so together in all possible aspects.
Guess it’s true what they say. There’s no such thing as strong people with easy pasts.
“Then, Yoongi found music. And holy shit, Jimin. It was like seeing magic. He was so amazing at what he did. My god, the things that went on in his head, he could always turn it into something so fucking great. And it was the first time any of us saw him genuinely happy doing something. He’s so passionate about making music. Even now. I’m sure you see it. I’m sure you’ve heard it too. We all loved seeing him like that. But his dad… his dad never accepted it.”
Jimin’s breath catches in his throat. He doesn’t think he can handle hearing the rest of this story. But he listens anyway.
“His dad told him it’s either he stops doing those pointless things that he keeps wasting his time on… or he moves out of the house.”
Jimin releases a breath he didn’t even know he was holding in. “So he moved out of the house.”
Jin nods. “He did. I kept in touch with his mom since although his mom doesn’t approve of it either, she’s still mom enough to ask how he’s doing from time to time. But Yoongi refuses to talk to anyone besides his sister.”
And that’s when it clicks in Jimin’s head. Why Yoongi ran out that fast. That look on his face when he heard his sister had left home. The expression of resignation when he told Jimin his family was irrelevant.
Yoongi left home to prove his parents wrong. Show them that he could work on his music and still succeed. That he could make it on his own. That he didn’t need any of their help or money. But by doing that, he’d left his parents’ expectations on his sister. Yoongi wasn’t only mad at his parents. He was also mad at himself.
Jimin stands up, in a panic. “Oh god, we have to find him, we have to-”
Jin calmly unlocks his iPhone and opens an app called Find My Friends. Jimin blinks at him in awe.
“Hyung, this is a different level of stalking.”
He shrugs. “He doesn’t have parents to do this for him, I might as well.”
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Jin drives silently, Jimin anxiously tapping his fingers on his knees.
“Hey, by the looks of this,” Jin says, glancing at his phone once again. “It seems like he’s going back to his old place.”
Jimin nearly chokes on his spit. “He’s going to his parents?!”
Jin clicks his tongue against the top of his mouth. “I really don’t think this is gonna be pretty. You sure you wanna push through with this?”
Jimin hesitates and thinks about it for a few moments. “You think he’ll be mad? You think he’ll want to deal with this alone?”
Jin gives Jimin a comforting smile. “He might get mad at me if he saw me, but he most definitely wouldn’t get mad at you. And trust me, no matter how much he’ll insist he’s alright, he most definitely doesn’t want to deal with this alone.”
Jimin sighs. “Hyung, you talk about me like I’m so special to him. When the truth is, we’re not even actually--”
“--actually dating?” Jin finishes. “I know that.”
Jimin’s head turns instantly, eyes flying wide open. “You knew all this time?”
Jin hums. “I know Yoongi well. I knew he wouldn’t commit to anyone just like that, he would never in a million years. But I kept quiet. I wanted to see how far Yoongi was planning to take it. But you know what? Remember that one night when we had a party at my place and you got too wasted so you had to spend the night?”
“Barely.” Jimin mumbles, a tint of red making its way to his cheeks.
Jin laughs softly. “That night, I peeked out my bedroom door at three in the morning to check if you needed anything or if Yoongi had left safely. But you know what I saw? He was sitting by the couch. He was stroking your hair and watching you while you slept. That couldn’t have been an act, Jimin. There was no one watching. To him, it was just the both of you. I’m not a mind reader and it’s especially hard to read Min Yoongi. But after seeing that, I’ve established that he really cares about you. I don’t know many things, but I know that much.”
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The car stops in front of a white mansion. Jimin gapes.
“Oh my god.” He says.
And it seems they get there just in time, when they find Yoongi angrily banging at the front door.
“Oh, dear,” Jin sighs. “Jimin, I think you should go. I don’t think he’d want to see me. He hates it when his parents have anything to do with me.”
Jimin nods in understanding and unbuckles his seatbelt. He opens the car door and turns away, but not without saying “Thanks for everything, hyung”.
Jin smiles. “Take good care of him, Jiminnie.”
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Jimin has half a mind to just stand back and wait until Yoongi finishes talking to his parents. But when he sees Yoongi’s father raise a hand to hit him and when he sees Yoongi do the same, he decides it’s okay to stick his nose into other people’s business sometimes. Especially when it involves violence.
“Jimin?” Yoongi chokes out, arms automatically going slack when he feels Jimin’s tight grip on his shoulders.
“Yoongi, we should go.” Jimin says in a soft voice. “This isn’t worth it.”
“You should listen to your little friend here, Yoongi,” His dad says in a controlled voice. “You’ve stopped being welcome here the minute you--”
“The minute I decided to do something that makes me happy?” Yoongi says, cutting his dad off. Jimin grabs his hand and squeezes it in an attempt to calm him down.
“You can't blame me for her leaving, dad. You have no one to fucking blame but yourself. Even once in your life, have you ever made a decision that put your kids’ happiness first before your own? Even once in your life, have you stopped to listen to us when we tried to tell you we were tired? Even once in your life, have you ever put your paper work down and tried to understand anything that came out of our mouths? Even once--”
Yoongi has to pause, to stop his voice from cracking. “Even once, through every perfect test score, every contest we won, every medal, trophy, certificate, dance performance, rap battle-- even just once, did you ever spare a second to tell me you were proud of me?”
Yoongi’s voice trembles and he has to turn away, shrugging Jimin’s hand off, speed walking out the gate.
Jimin looks at the stern man in front of him, who runs his hand through his greying hair. “Where did I go wrong raising that kid?”
Jimin takes a deep breath and smiles at him.
“Actually, sir, your kid is one of the greatest, most talented, most hardworking kids out there. Although you may both think that something went wrong in the way you raised him, he grew up to be wonderful, don’t you think? Paying his tuition on his own, composing music, working while still doing well in school and he has the most awesome friends too! I think.. I think he’s going to make a wonderful adult. You have a good kid. You’re very lucky. Have a nice day, sir.” Jimin says, bowing before turning his back and catching up to Yoongi.
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The walk back to Yoongi’s apartment is silent. Yoongi walks ahead, not even sparing Jimin a glance and Jimin stares at his back, thinking that even Yoongi’s back looked pretty bummed.
They reach Yoongi’s front door and Yoongi grabs the knob but does nothing to actually open the door.
“Hey,” Jimin asks in a timid voice. “Do you wanna be alone right now?”
There’s a moment of silence. Jimin fully expecting Yoongi to be the way he is, telling Jimin he’ll be fine and that he wants to be on his own. But in a quiet and low voice, one that no one would be able to hear or understand other than Jimin, Yoongi answers;
“No.”
And that’s all the answer Jimin needs.
--
He can only stare as Yoongi sits on the couch, seemingly staring into nothing, sighing as he buries his face in his hands. Jimin approaches him with caution, kneeling down in front of him to match his level.
“Yoongi-yah.” He calls his name softly, careful with his words and actions, keeping in mind that if he showed too much affection, the other might back away.
“You get it now, don’t you?” Yoongi says, his voice muffled by his hands.
“Get what?” Jimin asks.
“My family.” Yoongi says, finally facing Jimin properly.
Jimin hated it. How he didn’t even look sad, depressed or angry. He just looked so defeated.
“I’m used to being on my own. I know how to take care of myself. I get by just fine. I liked being away from them. I don’t need them. But my sister’s different, Jimin. I-- I just.. I just left her on her own to-- I never even did anything for her--”
Jimin’s eyes widen in shock and panic.
Yoongi whispers a long string of curse words, that sounded much like a diss rap in Jimin’s ears.
The last time Min Yoongi had cried like a baby was when he was eleven years old and he had watched Hachiko for the first time. And he knew fully well that once the sobbing starts, he can’t get himself to stop no matter how much he willed it away. Especially since he’s kept it pent up all these years, he knew full well it’d be harder this time around.
“Fuck.” He whispers, choking back a sob, lowering his head.
More sobs wrack through his body and Jimin feels his heart squeeze. They weren’t around anyone so he didn’t know how to react or what to do. But he takes one look at Yoongi’s tear streaked cheeks and he hears him try to swallow down a sob one more time and he decides, fuck it.
Fuck it all to hell.
He raises his arms and leans forward, pulling Yoongi close. For a second, he half expects to get pushed away and forced out of the apartment, so it comes as a surprise when he feels Yoongi melt into his embrace, raising his own arms, grabbing onto the back of Jimin’s shirt. That’s when Jimin realizes that he was in the presence of Min Yoongi at his lowest point.
He rubs circles on Yoongi’s back. “Hey, I’m sorry. I’m not sure what I can do to make this better for you. But I do know that you’re awesome. And you shouldn’t listen to what your dad says about you and your music. He hasn’t heard it. But I have. And everything you write is beautiful. I know you’ll make it big. I know you will.”
There’s a small minute of silence, Jimin continuously rubbing circles on Yoongi’s back as he continued to hiccup into his shoulder. Until Yoongi slowly pulls away, to face Jimin, pressing their foreheads together. Yoongi raises a hand to cup the side of Jimin’s face.
“Yoo--”
Yoongi leans forward and presses his lips against Jimin’s, earning a surprised “Mmmph!” from him. Yoongi has to pull away to chuckle and shake his head at the boy’s cuteness.
“You-- you just-- you fucking kissed me just now.”
“Yeah, I kissed you.” Yoongi said simply, a small smile playing on his lips.
“And there aren’t any people.”
“Yeah, even when there aren’t any people.” Yoongi says.
“So-- you like me?” Jimin asks quietly.
Yoongi’s releases a breathy chuckle and places a hand on top of Jimin’s messy hair. “Mmm.”
“Yoongi.”
“What?”
“Does that mean I can ask you to be my boyfriend for real?” Jimin asks, eyes hopeful and scared.
Yoongi hesitates for a minute and Jimin feels an impending sense of doom come over him, but Yoongi only pulls him closer, capturing his lips with his again.
“No, I’m asking you to be my boyfriend.” Yoongi whispers in a low voice. “Get it right.”
“Yoongi.”
“What do you want now?” Yoongi groans.
“I’m really proud of you.”
Something inside him reaches out to pull on his heart strings that makes him want to start sobbing again and Yoongi mumbles incoherent words that sounded a lot like “shut the fuck up” which Jimin knew translated to "I fucking love you" in Min Yoongi's language, as he grabs Jimin for another kiss.
And so another story begins.