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Yoongi’s hands are pressed into tight balls by his sides as he watches Jimin and Jungkook on the dance floor, even though it looks more like grinding than actual dancing. He knows the two just like to dance, but the way Jungkook’s hands are pressing into Jimin’s hips and Jimin’s back is pressed entirely against Jungkook’s front is making his blood boil. He can see out of the corner of his eye that Namjoon is hiding a laugh behind the hand holding his drink.
“Shut the fuck up,” he bites out.
“I didn’t even say anything!” Namjoon squawks.
“I can see it in your fucking face,” he growls, reaching out for his cup and downing the rest of his drink in one go, face screwing up at the overwhelming taste.
Yoongi fucking hates clubs but he always somehow manages to find himself frequenting them. Maybe it’s because Jimin is always the one to ask him and Jimin has always been his weakness and everyone knows it. So he finds himself seated in a club, bass thrumming through his body as he watches his boyfriend grind against another guy. What the fuck.
“Fuck this,” he growls, grabbing someone’s abandoned drink and downing that too, “I’m leaving.”
“What?” Seokjin looks up from where he had his flaming face pressed into the cold table, “You can’t leave.” The “You can’t leave without Jimin,” is implied.
“Why? Jimin seems to be able to do whatever the fuck he wants, why can’t I?”
“Hyung,” Namjoon stands with him but he shakes his head, “Hyung you can’t-”
“Stop. Just leave me alone,” he casts one last glance to the dance floor but the crowd has swallowed Jimin and Jungkook. He doesn’t care anymore.
He throws the door open and the cold air hits his face but it doesn’t do anything to stop the anger boiling in his veins. But there’s something else rearing its ugly head: jealousy. And he knows why.
He trusts Jimin, he really does. But Jimin has been acting distant. He’s been home less often or too busy to hang out with Yoongi or flat out avoiding him. He knew he shouldn’t have told Jimin he loved him. It was too soon; it had freaked the younger out. He had told Jimin he didn’t have to say it back, that he understood, that he just wanted Jimin to know how he felt. Jimin had responded with, “Thank you.” Fucking thank you.
He groans as he kicks a wayward trash can over, feeling his breath come out in ragged pants. He can feel it, the anger, the jealousy, knawing at his chest and all the drinks he had at the club had done nothing to sate the ugliness.
“Hyung… hyung! Yoongi hyung!”
He closes his eyes as the voice reaches his ears.
“Not. Now. Jimin,” he grits out, turning away from the younger boy.
“Hyung why did you leave?” the boy ignores his request, falling into step beside him, skin slick with sweat.
“Why does it matter? It’s not like you were paying attention to me,” Yoongi hates how it sounds like he’s whining but he’s tired and looking at the beautiful boy beside him who probably doesn’t love him just makes his chest hurt.
Jimin has the audacity to laugh at him, like what he said was funny, but at the look Yoongi throws him Jimin falters.
“Hyung what’s wrong?” Jimin asks quietly, reaching out to place a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder.
Yoongi whirls away just as Jimin’s fingers come into contact with his shoulder, letting Jimin’s hand hang in the air, “Jimin, get away from me. I am honestly not in the mood for your shit right now. Just go back to the club and fuck Jungkook or something.”
In retrospect, the punch to the jaw he receives is warranted, but he’s too angry to care, “What the fuck Jimin?”
“Fuck you Yoongi. What the hell is your problem?” Jimin’s seething, chest heaving as he pushes against Yoongi’s chest, “You’ve had a stick up your ass for the past two weeks and I am tired of it.”
“You’re tired of me?” Yoongi laughs, but there’s no humor behind it, “No, fuck you Jimin. I told you I wasn’t expecting you to say I love you right back, or ever honestly, that’s fine, whatever, but you didn’t have to ignore me these past few weeks. If telling you I loved you made you uncomfortable I’m sorry but fuck,” Yoongi clutches at his hair, “if you don’t want to be with me anymore just fucking say it.”
They’re standing near a streetlight, the red light reflecting off Jimin’s face as they stare at each other. Yoongi can feel tears pricking the corner of his eyes and he’s never felt so pathetic in his whole life, chasing after someone who doesn’t seem to want anything to do with him anymore.
Jimin brings a hand up to wipe at his own eyes and fuck now Jimin’s crying, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as the light changes to green.
“You’re such an asshole,” Jimin bites out, voice tight as he stares right at Yoongi, “I can’t believe you think I’m fucking Jungkook.”
“It’s kinda hard not to get that impression when you basically grinded on the kid the entire night,” Yoongi growls, averting his eyes because Jimin’s are shining with tears and his heart is absolutely breaking because he hates it when Jimin cries.
“Fuck you, you wouldn’t dance with me!”
Yoongi’s quiet as Jimin’s voice cracks at the end of his sentence. The tightening in his chest is getting worse, the longer he stares at the boy he’s hurting. But goddammit he’s hurting too, Jimin doesn’t get to turn this around on him.
“Just… just go home Jimin,” Yoongi sighs, tired of this fight and these feelings.
“Not unless you come with me.”
Yoongi presses the heels of his hands into his eyes.
“Hyung…” Jimin’s voice has gotten significantly softer and Yoongi looks up just as Jimin steps closer to him, “Yoongi hyung listen to me. I’m not fucking Jungkook okay? I don’t want to fuck Jungkook or anyone else for that matter because…”
Yoongi’s quiet, watching as the younger boy reaches out for his hand. He lets him take it, finger slotting together nicely, just like they always have and that’s when Yoongi realizes that Jimin is shaking. Yoongi lets out a long, suffering sigh as he slings his other arm around Jimin’s shoulder and pulls him closer. Jimin melts into him, pressing his face into the crook of his neck.
“Let’s just go home baby,” Yoongi sighs, something he’s done a lot tonight, but he just wants to go home and lay down and maybe sleep for the next fourteen hours.
But Jimin shakes his head, nuzzling into Yoongi’s neck and Yoongi’s heart flutters.
“I don’t want to fuck Jungkook or anyone else,” Jimin mumbles, almost inaudible as the words get swallowed up by Yoongi’s leather jacket, “because I-...ou.”
“What? Baby speak up, or not into my neck,” Yoongi instructs and Jimin pulls back, a completely terrified look on his face.
“I love you, hyung,” Jimin whispers, tears gathering in his eyes, “I love you and I’m so scared.”
Yoongi’s heart kickstarts in his chest and all the air is knocked out of his lungs. This is everything he’s wanted, but the settings wrong, and the timing is wrong, the lighting, the emotions, everything is wrong, wrong, wrong. But it’s Jimin, it’s Jimin telling Yoongi that Jimin loves Yoongi, and he can’t stop the warm feeling that’s blossoming in his chest.
“Jimin what-”
But Jimin tears himself away from him, eyes wide and tears rolling down his cheeks, hands grasping at his hair.
“I love you hyung but I’m fucking terrified. I mean… I wake up in the morning and my first thought is, “I hope Yoongi hyung has a great day today,” and when I go to bed I think, “I hope Yoongi hyung sleeps well tonight,” and when we’re together I can’t think of anything but how happy I am. But hyung, I’m so scared because I’m not a good boyfriend, I’m not thoughtful, like Namjoon hyung, or as loving as Seokjin hyung. I get mad when you eat my food or when you hog the blankets and I get mad when you spend all day in the studio and I don’t get to see you and I just… hyung!”
Jimin is sobbing, trying to catch his breath but he’s panicking, continuously backing away from Yoongi until his back hits a pole and then he’s sliding down it, tucking his face into his arms as he wraps them around his legs.
“Baby, baby,” Yoongi’s rushing to his side, dropping to the ground so fast that he can feel his jeans rip at the knees, “Baby what are you talking about? You are not a bad boyfriend.”
Jimin’s shaking, raising his head to look at Yoongi and his eyes are red and puffy and his lips are trembling but he’s so, so beautiful and Yoongi leans in to kiss him softly. Jimin whimpers into the kiss, one hand sliding around to grip at the back of Yoongi’s neck and Yoongi smiles.
“Baby I love you and I don’t care if you get mad at me for petty things or if you stupidly think you’re not as ”good” at being a boyfriend like Seokjin hyung or Namjoon, but you’re perfect and I have never,” Yoongi’s voice is starting to waiver, “been as happy with someone as I’ve been with you.”
Jimin launches himself at Yoongi and they go tumbling, Yoongi landing on his back with an oomph, his arms full of Jimin.
“I-I love you hyung and I’m so sorry I couldn’t handle my emotions properly and that I upset you tonight,” Jimin cries, shaking, and Yoongi shushes him.
“No, I’m sorry baby, I should have been more understanding,” Yoongi whispers, kissing the crown of Jimin’s head, “Now what do you say we get off the dirty sidewalk and go home?”
Jimin sniffles a few times, peeking up at Yoongi, “Okay… okay yeah.”
Yoongi helps Jimin to his feet and they start the trek back home, hand in hand and pressed close together. Jimin leans over to kiss Yoongi on the shoulder, shyly meeting his eyes.
“I love you,” Jimin murmurs.
“I love you too.”