Ocean Eyes || Yoonmin ff

𝘛𝘸𝘰 // 𝘛𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦

It was Saturday, and Jimin was fucking exhausted. The bone deep tiredness was setting in, his body aching, and Jimin just couldn't wait to get home and into his lover's arms in their nice, warm bed.
Jimin was working late, supposed to come back sunday morning, but thanked any gods out there for being let off early, waiting in the train station at nearly 11pm.
He got into the train once it arrived, sinking on the soft chair and turning his head to look out the window with a tired sigh. His hand settled on his stomach, trying to ease a sick, anxious feeling rooted deep inside.
His gut was telling him that coming home early was a bad idea.
Jimin just decided he was probably hungry.

Once the train arrived, Jimin stepped out and shivered in the cold. It was quiet, he noted, and the homeless guitar man wasn't here this late.
The train station seemed eerie and scary without the pretty music to please Jimin's ears.
Shame.

He reached home with an excited smile, opening the door and stepping inside, figuring that Jun-so would be reading in bed at this time so he quietly shut the door behind him.
Just as he slipped off his left shoe, however, he paused.
"H-harder! Mm, fuck!~" came a man's voice from upstairs. A man that definitely wasn't Jun-so.
Jimin's heart sank as tears pricked the corners of his eyes, wrestling his shoe back on and biting his lip to stay silent.
He pulled open the front door, ready to leave, when the sounds abruptly stopped.
"Baby? I-Is that you?" Came Jun-so's voice.
Jimin slammed the door behind him on the way out.

Jimin's gut was right.

Jimin didn't know where to go, or what to do, just stumbling down the street with tears streaming down his face.
Eventually, he collapsed to his knees, sobbing so hard that his lungs ached, his vision so blurred he couldn't even see.
And then rain started to fall from the Seoul night sky, tiny cold daggers immediately penetrating the warmth his jacket brought him.
Jimin found himself sobbing in the rain on his hands and knees, pleading for any god to help him if there are such a thing.
And then a hand appeared in front of his face.
"Come with me, sir. You'll catch a cold out here."

Yoongi didn't expect to find himself sat in an all night cafe, watching a stranger cry into a hot chocolate, but here he was.
He bought the hot chocolate with all the change he'd accumulated, apart from the parts he was saving in the jar in his bag.
There was no way he was spending that, unless he really had to.

"—and that's when I got home and heard them!" The man sobbed as Yoongi awkwardly nodded, keeping his head down to stare at the sleek round table.
"...right. Um. Sorry to hear that." He said awkwardly, picking at a loose threat hanging from his fingerless glove, making him frown and try to tuck it away to avoid ruining his gloves.
"Sorry. Sorry, I don't know why I'm telling you.." The stranger laughed tearfully, sniffing and wiping his eyes on his hand.

"Thank you for this, I—how much was it? I'll pay you back.." He insisted, blinking the tears out of his eyes to open his wallet and grab a handful of coins, dumping them on the table.
"Is that enough..?" He asked, making Yoongi sigh.
It wasn't enough. In front of him was a bunch of random coppers and silvers, but he could see the man was devastated enough and really trying to be helpful.
On top of that, he looked young, and pretty.

There was another sigh before Yoongi reached forwards to scoop the coins off the table and into his hand, pretending to count them.
"More than, thank you." He offered a small smile.
"Thank you, thank you, I'll be off now.." The man insisted, wiping his reddened puffy eyes for the umpteenth time and standing up, bowing politely to Yoongi.
And then off he scurried, out of the cafe.
Why did Yoongi help him?

He groaned, shoving the coins in his pocket and picking up his bag, nodding a thank you to the poor woman at the counter, and leaving.