Some Say You're Lost-TaegixVmin

Part 14

"I'm s-sorry Yoongi." Taehyung sniffled, wiping his eyes. He hated crying in front of other people, yet lately, that seemed to be all he could do. Not that it wasn't warranted, but still. It was beyond embarrassing.

Yoongi crouched down in front of the chair he was sat on and tried to smile warmly, though he was uncomfortable, "No reason to apologize, love, it's alright. I'm very sorry for even bringing it up. I shouldn't be so insensitive."

"Y-you're okay! You didn-didn't know."

In all honesty, Yoongi really didn't have much of a reason for bringing it up.

Of course he knew Jimin was dead. After all, he had been the one to lodge that bullet in his thick, stupid skull. And the three in his stomach. Maybe he was responsible for that stab wound in his side too.

Paybacks a bitch.

His right side-just under his rib cage-stung, as if to remind him. He shook his head again.

Maybe he brought Jimin up to see how Taehyung would react, see just how much even the mention of Jimin would impact Taehyung. He really didn't know, nor did he care.

He's not complaining with Taehyung's reaction, regardless of the reason Jimin had been brought up in the first place.

Taehyung was crying and using Yoongi as comfort. And if that's not the best way to get close to someone, then Yoongi doesn't know what is.

Being someone's comfort is (hopefully) a guarantee into their life. And that's exactly what Yoongi needed.

Plus, right now, he was trustworthy. He was the cop helping Taehyung. He was the cop who was protecting him from that crazy stalker.

Everything was going to plan. And from here on out, everything should go smoothly. As long as he kept his anger in check, and kept Hoseok strung along to help, everything would go beautifully. Maybe he could even get Jungkook involved.

"Can you take a deep breath for me?" He said softly after shaking himself from his thoughts. He tried to meet Taehyung's eyes, though the boy had his head ducked so low that all Yoongi could see was a mop of brown hair in his face.

(A/N: no I do not remember what Taehyung's hair color was. So now it's brown)

"I-I ca-"

"You can," He encouraged, now resting his hands on Taehyung's knees, "Deep breath in," He waited for Taehyung to shakily copy him before he spoke again, "Deep breath out. See? Not so hard, I promise. One more time?"

Taehyung nodded and followed Yoongi through various breathing exercises, until he had stopped crying and was only left with blotchy red cheeks and a few hiccups here and there.

"Great job. All better?"

"Yeah. All better," He took one last deep breath before he raised his head, giving Yoongi a small, unconvincing smile. "Thank you."

"Anytime. Now, your ice cream is kinda melting so I'm very glad we grabbed a cup on the way in. Might wanna eat that."

"Oh shit," He didn't feel all that much better. He still wanted nothing more to go curl up into a ball on Jimin's side of the bed and cry. But if Yoongi was there and wanted to help and just...he would stay. He would stay, Taehyung was sure of it. "Did you want any?"

Yoongi shook his head, pushing himself to stand upright again, "No thank you. You enjoy it.
I'm perfectly content as long as you are."

Taehyung would be stupid to not realize what Yoongi was doing. Subtle flirting, he supposed. Just..not so subtle.

He wasn't sure if Yoongi was even knowingly doing it. For some people, simple flirting was just how they interacted. So he wouldn't say anything. He didn't want to risk messing up his first new friendship in many, many years.

It's not like it meant anything anyways, especially not to Taehyung. He didn't feel flustered, or nervous, or anything like he did even being near Jimin.

Absentmindedly, he rubbed the underside of his ring, trying not to think of all those times that Jimin was flirting with him. The stupid corny jokes, the shameless flirty pick up lines. Hell, that one time (or 4) he straight up smacked Taehyung's ass in a café.

God he fucking missed Jimin.

Yoongi's hand waving in front of him stopped his tumble into more tears, "you good, kid?"

"I'm okay. I'm...not feeling too well," He looked at the half empty thing of ice cream, and sighed, "I should go home soon."

"What about your stalker?"

Oh fuck.

"I-I I don't know."

Yoongi frowned and pulled him up, "You're not safe alone, Taehyung. There's no way that creep won't try something if they see you're alone."

Taehyung wanted to scream. Why him of all people. Seriously. Why couldn't this person just leave him be, he was fucking suffering enough.

"Your friends probably told you, but there's only so much we can do right now. We can have an officer be with you, or you can come to the station for a while, it might scare the person."

He'd hate to ask, but he didn't feel safe and the very last thing he wanted was to go down to the station and face the people who had told him that his boyfriend had died, and that they didn't know how, "Will you..." he trailed off, biting his lip.

"Will I what, Taehyung?"

No, it was stupid. Yoongi had a life, and he couldn't be that much of a bother.

"It's nothing Hyung. Never mind."

"Do you want me to stay with you?"

Taehyung's eyes widened a fraction before he was vehemently shaking his head, "No Hyung, it's okay. You're not even working right now, and I'm basically-"

"Taehyung. I promise you. It's okay. If you don't want me to, that's fine. But it really doesn't bother me. I'm always told I need to socialize more anyways."

He sighed, and looked back down at his now fully melted ice cream, "If...if you're sure."

"I'm very sure."

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1013 words hoes

I like doing stuff from yoongis perspective now because I get to write even angstier shit yay

I'm struggling not to push it way forward way fast because I JUST WANT TO WRITE THIS ONE PART AND PUBLISH IT

I actually already have the base for that part written (lol be fucking prepared), j just need to wait and actually make it into part of the story

Stay safe and healthy <3

Anyways, bye bye <33!!