Broken Pieces : Yoonmin

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"Yoongi?"

He seems to be completely unbothered, his mouth fell ajar, lips parted and eyes closed, small snores escaped from his lips. He sits sleeping, basically doing nothing but makes my heart flutter.

Wait- what the fuck is he doing here now? This late? He should be home, sleeping on his bed or maybe rapping as he does. I heard he has a dog? Maybe play with him.

Nevermind. I have to wake him up. He can't sleep here like this. Thank God I changed to my previous clothes and my makeup is all gone now. I crouch down and extend my hand to wake him up but it stops.

He knows how I live, he knows I don't eat for days cause he always feeds me by either dropping eatables to my house or buying me lunch at university. It's okay..if he can sleep on the couch right...??

I pull myself together and finally shake him a bit. "Yoongi hyung?" My soft voice calls to him but he sits snoring quietly, completely unaware of my presence in front of him. A sigh escapes from my lips as I call a bit louder this time, shrugging his shoulders, " Yoongi Hyung!!!"

His eyes shot open, trying to catch the surroundings around him. "Oh?" He gazes forward and immediately stands up seeing me crouched down in front of him. " Oh Jimin you are back."

I nod and stand up, pulling out the key from under the mat and unlocking the shabby door. I'll ask him later. I need some water now.

"Where were you?" His deep raspy voice speaks, stopping me from my actions. Okay, my chest feels a tug. There is no way I am telling him about the 'part time' job I am doing- dancing with a dude in front of so many drunk hoomans, just to earn some money and feed my brother.

"I..I was o..out for part time." Damn it Jimin. Can't speak without stuttering. "Where?" His cat eyes stares right at my soul, as if trying to figure out where the hell I was working at this hour.

"A cafe. It is pretty large and pays well. I started working there and today was my first day. They keep the Cafe open till late at night," He nods finally sighing and I finally open the lock, greeting myself in the darkness of the house. Just like my life.

I feel terrible, lying to Yoongi. But I can't let him think of how broke and down of a human being I am. He finally started talking to me, getting close to me. I am not letting him go. I am okay as long as he stays by my side.

Yoongi sits on the couch, while I go to the kitchen to quench my thirst and bring him a glass of water. He accepts it and gulps it down in a go.

"Huh..hyung, do you need anything..?" A deep sigh escapes his mouth and he scoots sideways, making a place beside him. "Sit here." He taps beside him and I follow his instructions, quietly making myself comfortable on the couch.

"I came here cause I wanted to see you. I am staying here tonight" His words makes my heart beat faster. What the fuck does that mean? "Did you eat?" He asks pulling me back from my thoughts. Well, did I? I can't remember. All I can say is my belly is full and I don't feel like eating.

"Yes. I had some ramens. What about you hyung?" He nods his head as a yes and spreads his legs on the couch.

I don't know what came up on me and what made me so brave-i scoot closer to him and stare at his face, boldly. His cat eyes seem to be fixed on my eyes, staring right in my soul. The mint hair is styled neatly, some strands falling on his forehead, making him look more handsome. His lips pink and thin, attracting mine to his. Our faces inches closer. My eyes closed, wondering how it feels to have those thin pair of lips on mine.

And then it strikes on my head. What the hell was I about to do? Kiss Yoongi? On his lips? Oh God! I quickly pull myself and make a distance between us, my heart picking up it's pace, afraid he was disgusted by me- a broke boy who was about to kiss him.