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Jimin's crying when Yoongi comes home.
"B-baby?" He immediately responds, moving quickly and sitting on the couch, pulling the other to his lap and letting him cry on his chest, "Baby, what's wrong?"
Jimin shakes his head, and Yoongi understands.
He stays quiet, the only sounds in the room being Jimin's muffled sobs, and Yoongi can feel his shirt dampening but he can't care any less as his hand rubs along Jimin's spine as soothingly as he can.
He's soft, patient and comforting, and soon Jimin's crying is reduced to sniffling and soft, sharp intakes of breaths.
"Th-thank you..." Jimin mumbles, pulling back to rub his eyes with his sleeves. But Yoongi immediately reaches in to wipe Jimin's tears away himself, his gentle hands cupping the other's cheeks and slender, calloused thumbs gently rubbing on his skin.
"As long as you're happy, angel," Yoongi mumbles with a reassuring smile as he presses a gentle kiss on Jimin's forehead, a soft brush of lips on even softer skin.
It makes Jimin giggle. Yoongi's heart stutters in his chest.
"I really, really love you. You know that, right?" Jimin mumbles shyly as he bites on his lower lip, and the words have never sounded more perfect coming from him—they sound like they belong, like he's meant to say it.
"Of course I do," Yoongi chuckles, but this time it feels strange, and all of a sudden it feels like Jimin wasn't talking to him, "And you know I love you too, right?"
Jimin nods and smiles and it doesn't reach his eyes. But Yoongi doesn't notice because Jimin's leaning in and they're about to kiss and Yoongi doesn't know if it's getting dark because his eyes are closing or if it's because—
Yoongi wakes up.
Yoongi wakes up and all he feels is numbness, but he doesn't know whether it's from sleep or from the heaviness of his heart.
"Took you a while to wake up," Namjoon speaks and Yoongi spots him leaning against the door of his studio, plastic bag clutched by his right hand, "Was about to give up and eat this all myself. Had sweet dreams, hyung?"
"I-I dunno," Yoongi lies, rubbing his half-lidded eyes to keep them open, "Can't remember."
"Mm. Well, your food's getting cold so you might wanna eat now," Namjoon chuckles, holding the plastic bag out for him to take.
But then Yoongi feels a weird, uneasy sensation running through his veins as he stands up and takes the bag. And suddenly, before he can think about it, he blurts out, "I'm gonna go eat at home."
"Really?" Namjoon blinks, surprised because Yoongi never does that. He always stays in the studio to eat because he's too lazy to haul his ass back to the dorms.
"Yeah," Yoongi just waves it off like it's nothing, pushing the door open (making Namjoon stumble) and walking out, "I'm getting a bad feeling about what's happening there."
"What are you, a clairvoyant?" Namjoon snorts, but he looks a tiny bit concerned. Yoongi always knew his shit, "Want me to come with?"
"No, I'm fine." Yoongi waves a hand in goodbye, about to turn the corner when Namjoon speaks again.
"Is this about Jimin? Because he was a bit weird after practice—he walked straight past me and he seemed to be in a hurry. I don't really know what ha—Yoongi-hyung?"
Yoongi's already out of Namjoon's sight, turning the corner and blocking out everything else right after Namjoon says Jimin's name.
Jimin's crying when Yoongi comes home.
But Taehyung's got him, he's got him perched on his lap with his tears soaking through his shirt and his hand rubbing along his spine.
Taehyung looks up at Yoongi and smiles. But it doesn't reach his eyes and he looks sad—apologetic, Yoongi wishes.
"This is for you guys," Yoongi whispers, appetite gone as he places the plastic bag on the coffee table. Taehyung mouths his thanks, but then Jimin's pulling back and Yoongi quickly turns and walks to his bedroom like he knows what's gonna happen next.
Yoongi didn't wanna hear Jimin's soft, teary thank you, but he keeps listening anyway. His heart still stutters like he's in the same dream, except this time it's the harsh reality and Jimin isn't his, and never will be.
With his chest clenching painfully and tears on the brims of his eyes, Yoongi mouths the words Taehyung says next. He lets it flow along his lips like he's the one who's meant to say them.
"As long as you're happy, angel."
Yoongi holds himself how he wants to hold Jimin and falls asleep crying, and dreams of holding Jimin's hand in his own once more.