Broken Pieces : Yoonmin

7

"Yahhh Jiminah!!! Why did you drink this much!?" Namjoon shouted as he tried to hold the drunken and wobbling person in front of him. Yep, it was none other than Jimin who was drained with alcohol even though he couldn't handle drinks.

Taehyung on the other hand was practically clinging on Jungkook, trying to kiss his neck and making hickeys. "Tae.. ," Taehyung chuckled like a baby and wrapped his legs around Jungkook, hanging on him like a koala. Namjoon looked at both of them and sighed. "I see why Taehyung and Jimin are similar."

Namjoon's eyes went on the handsome male who was passed out on the couch, drunk. Seokjin was drunk like fuck and kept on blabbering things. Namjoon couldn't understand what to do. Hoseok was nowhere to be found, maybe hooking up with some girl. Taehyung would be taken care of by Jungkook and Namjoon was stuck what to do with Jimin and his crush.

Fortunately... Yoongi came at the sight, rubbing his nape. Namjoon called him, making the latter come closer to them. "What?" Namjoon couldn't even recognise him.. Yoongi's lips were swollen, hickeys visible on his neck, hair ruffled. He smirked. "Seems like someone had a good time." Yoongi growled, making an annoyed face. "Where are Taehyung and Jungkook?" Namjoon nodded. "Both of them went to... I guess Jungkook's house.. Taehyung was drunk as fuck.. maybe have a good time with Jungkook at night." Yoongi chuckled.

"Ok.. so...," Namjoon handed Jimin to Yoongi whose eyes went wide. Jimin was drunk.. alcohol could be smelt from his body. The shorter male couldn't even walk properly as he clinged onto Yoongi for support. "I want one more...," Jimin's voice sent shivers through Yoongi's spine. He caught Jimin and tried to suport him but he kept on falling. Namjoon patted Jimin's head, "must have had a low tolerance for alcohol. Anyways you need to drop him home."

"I need to what?" Yoongi choked on his words. "You need to drop him home, " Namjoon repeated. "Jin is lying there drunk. I have to take care of him and Hoseok, probably, is hooking up with someone. Drop him home. Taehyung wouldn't want to see him passed out here."

"I don't know his address," Yoongi tried to escape. To be honest, he didn't know himself what would happen tonight if he drops Jimin home. Jimin has this effect on him.. the drunk one looked so hot and sexy with his ruffled hair and plumbed lips. Yoongi wondered how Jimin would look moaning under him, screaming his name and shouting him to go faster while he pounded in him mercilessly to chase his high. "Fuck.. I got a boner just by thinking," he muttered under his breath. He didn't know.. "a sexual tension I guess?"

"I have texted you the address. Drop him," Namjoon picked up Jin and stumbled as he dragged the male to his car. Yoongi sighed and looked at Jimin. "He's so beautiful," Yoongi thought and helped Jimin to get to his car.

"I want one more~" Jimin chuckled indicating he was clearly drunk and not in his sense of mind. Yoongi made Jimin sit on the front seat and tied him with the seat belt. He started the car while Jimin kept on whinning. "I want more." Yoongi sighed. "You had enough Jimin."

"Aniiii.. I want more," Jimin reached for Yoongi's hand. "Yahhh.. I am driving," Yoongi panicked but Jimin could worry less coz alcohol ran in his veins. He interwined his fingers with those of Yoongi's. "It's better now." Jimin giggled.

A blush appeared on Yoongi's face. Twenty minutes later, he stopped the car and opened the door to grab Jimin who was still pouting like a baby.. God knows for what. Yoongi walked upto the door to find it locked. "No one's here?" He whispered..

"Ahhh my house," Jimin said lazily and began to search his pant pockets for the keys. "Where did I keep them," he continued finding the keys, until he found them under the doormat. "I have my keys," he chuckled and tried to open the door, completely failing at it .

"This boy....," Yoongi didn't know what he had done to go through this shit. He snatched the keys and opens the door, guiding Jimin in.

The house was plain, nothing special about it. No family pictures... Nothing.. only a flower vase at the door and a tv with a couch. There was a kitchen which was neatly cleaned. There were nothing except Jimin's shoes and a few clothes scattered on the couch. Yoongi looked around the house. "He lives alone?"

He leds Jimin to his bedroom and tucks the male on his bed. "Water...," Yoongi went to the kitchen and opened the fridge to get a glass of water, only to find a fridge with no food supplies or anything. A bottle was kept in the fridge. He took it out, poured it into a glass and headed over to Jimin to give him water.

Jimin gulped it in one go and layed down on his bed, facing the wall. "Do you live here alone Jimin?" Yoongi asked half hoping to get a answer. "Yessss," Jimin replied with a sleepy voice.

"You don't have any friends?" Jimin turned and faced Yoongi, his eyes half closed as he looked at the beautiful male... the man he liked for two years. He was empty, craving for some affection and attention.

"No one wants to hang with this gay kid," Jimin smiled and closed his eyes. Yoongi felt a sharp pain in his chest. "Jimin?" There was no response. He realised Jimin had fallen asleep. He stood up and took the blanket to wrap Jimin.

"What are these?" He saw a black mark on Jimin's waist. Yoongi lifted up Jimin's shirt, only to find his smooth skin covered with black bruises. "Oh my God!" He was shocked to see Jimin like that. He had neither family nor friends but this bruises plastered on his skin. Honestly, it hurt Yoongi a lot and the reason was unknown.

He wrapped the sleeping boy with the blanket and turned around to go back. What he didn't know was that

Jimin had left a trace in his heart....