Rain [yoonmin]

11

YOONGI'S POV

He kept whining, clinging on to me.

I felt so bad and helpless right at this moment. All I know is that whenever he goes to his parents he never really comes back safe.

Jimin hates drinking, I can't believe his parents didn't know that.

I make him sit on the edge of the bed so that I can get some water for him. But he kept holding on to me. So I just knelt down to him. His cheeks were stained red with the flush of drunkenness. His hair was all messy that fell over his eyes which looked dreamy and watery. His lips formed a pout and I couldn't help but trace them with my thumb as I cupped his face with my hands.

"You want some water? Hmm?" I ask brushing his hair from his forehead.

He nods and I get up to bring him a glass.

Jimin did smell like alcohol, but his honey-like smell didn't leave him. He was so clingy that it made my heart ache.

"Jiminie, you are all sweaty. Let's get a bath shall we? I will scrub your back for you, come on." I make sure to keep my voice low because I know he hates loud noises. He can't tolerate them.

"Let's get you cleaned."

I smiled before I pecked his forehead and filled the bucket with cold water. His pout is still there, sitting on his sulking face.

I massaged the spot between his eyebrows to relax the frown. I could just tell that he needed the warmth but bathing in warm water now might lead him to throw up.

I helped him undress while keeping his boxers on and he sat on the toilet.

I cupped some water in the mug and poured it gently on his head.

He made a slight yelp as the cold water hit his scalp and I couldn't help but laugh at that.

"I wanna brush my teeth." He mumbled after I finished bathing him.

I will never let him go there again after this. No matter what.

"Look what you've done to yourself Jimin ."I say, handing him over his brush.

"I am sorry. I couldn't help it." He sighed.

"It's okay. I am gonna give you some honey and lemon water. You'll feel better. Brush your teeth and get changed okay? I will get your clothes." Giving an assuring smile I walked to the closet to find something for him to wear.

I threw them to him and he caught them laughing and stumbling around. I shake my head at his silliness and go over to the kitchen to make his lemon water.

Jimin turned on the speaker after changing into his fresh set of clothes.

Soft music filled the room and he swayed to its tune.

Drunk Jimin is much cuter than I thought. If I record this and show it to him as he wakes up early in the morning he would be so embarrassed.

"Yoongi ah come dance with me. I wanna dance." He shouted.

"Drink this first you drunken monkey." I say handing the big glass over to him.

He chucked it in all at once and kept the glass aside. Interlacing his fingers with mine he pulled me to the center.

I pulled him back to the bed.

"Sleep. You need sleep." I say pushing him to the bed.

"No, lazy bones just dance for a couple of minutes. Hyung, please." He whined.

Hyung? Where the hell did that come from? He hasn't called me that since he was 12.

"Jimin, baby, you need sleep." I pleaded, trying to overpower his whining.

"Noooo. I am not going to listen. I feel much better now."

"Okay, okay, Calm down. I am gonna dance." I say making him all smiles.

"Good boy. My good boy." He chirps while pulling me with him to the center.

The yellow light that fell on his face made him look brighter. He no longer reeked of alcohol.

His eyes looked much relaxed and he was giggling a lot.

The music was really nice, but somehow, Jimin looked different. I like sober Jimin better.

"Jimin ? It's enough already. Get some sleep now baby. You'll feel better." I whispered but he cut me off and kissed me.

His lips leave mine and he squeals a little as he shuts his eyes, squeezing them close so hard that it might hurt.

"My head hurts so bad." He spoke in a steady voice but I could tell he was feeling dizzy.

When the music came to an end he dropped his head on my shoulder.

"Oh God. Are you okay?" I asked.

My precious Jimin, he already fell asleep.

I let out a sigh of relief and picked him up in my arms. He was as light as a feather and I carried him to bed.

I pulled over the sheets to his chest. He held my hand, not letting me go.

"I am here dummy. Not going anywhere." I laughed as I slipped into the covers with him.

He rolled over to his side and curled up on me.

I rub his back and he just scoots closer to my chest..

I kiss him again and again laughing to myself. I could look at him and admire his beautiful face for hours.

I didn't know when I fell asleep myself humming him a lullaby.

In a long time, I had a sweet and pleasant dream.

I dreamt of our future. Together and far away. Happy and carefree.