Yoongi detached himself from Jimin's mouth with a gasp, wiping off the drool dripping down his lips by his sleeves.
"Jimin why?!" He blurted out.
"W-Why what?"
"Why're you leading me on like this?"
Jimin stayed silent for a moment, biting his lip. "...
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After a moment, Jimin swayed himself towards the balcony of the club, where most couples were making out but he really needed some fresh air.
Tears were sticking to his face, as he stumbled past people to enter the balcony. There were a few people loitering around, but Yoongi was leaning on the railing right in front of him.
Jimin's heart clenched for once again but he decided to go to Yoongi. Because he was upset, and upset Jimin wanted to give Yoongi a piece of his mind. He swayed a bit on the way but made it in one piece.
Maybe because Jimin was drunk and all, but all Jimin could think of is how unfairly good looking he was. He had always been so delicately beautiful. Always. The way his pale skin glowed in the city lights, his feline eyes, his lips looked so soft. They felt like a plush pillow against his own.
"This is all your fault!" Jimin shouted as he stood beside Yoongi, clutching at the hand rail because his vision was wavering.
"You're doing this to me! You're– you can't flirt around with them when you and I– you and I–"
"Fuck off, Jimin." Yoongi said in a defeated tone, slightly nudging Jimin to get off of him but Jimin just held tighter.
"You were the one who never talked about it after that night. I thought you didn't want anything to do with it, and I was fine with it as far as we were on good terms. What, now? Am I not allowed to move on?"
"No!" Fuck, Jimin was spitting truth, he was going to regret it. "No! Don't move on. Don't do it."
Jimin was crying now, and Yoongi grabbed the younger's upper arm to stop him from falling or stepping on his own foot.
"I'm not a toy, Jimin. You can't just turn my feelings on and off according to your convenience." Yoongi said, now circling his hand around Jimin waist because he really couldn't stand. "Earn me."
Jimin gasped dramatically, more tears rolled down his eyes. Earn Yoongi?
"Earn you?" Jimin asked, punching Yoongi's chest with his small fist, wresting to free himself from the elder's hold in anger. "This isn't us! Haven't I- haven't I earned you enough in these seven years?! Has Hyuk-jae earned you more, Hyung?!"
Jimin punched Yoongi's chest twice again before burying his face somewhere into Yoongi's coat.
"I'm t-tired of earning everyone. I'm tired. Especially when I spend years to it and they give more credit to someone else."
Yoongi squinted his eyes shut at that. Fuck, he had gone wrong with his words. He had forgotten all the rest of the memories over the mere thought of Jimin getting ridiculously jealous over him being with a guy after leading him on for so long.
"O-okay." Yoonvi whispered, stroking Jimin's hair softly as he cried into his shoulder. "Okay, baby, you've earned me more than enough over the years. Far more than Hyuk-jae."
