The Rejects [YoonMin][NamJin]

Chapter Sixteen

Jimin smiled when he looked back at Yoongi as he rolled over, shuffling to get comfortable on the bed while clinging to a pillow.

It was the first thing he grabbed when sitting on the bed, using it as a comforter before falling asleep.

He was edgy after the little admission in the cafe. It wasn't much to go on, but still, it was something.

Yoongi admitted he had nightmares now that he lived in Jin's house.

Before, he slept one of two ways. Either he was so exhausted and ran down that he slept like a rock, or he didn't sleep at all. So this was a new, frightening experience for him. He couldn't handle the intense terrors.

The blonde had a black eye, but it wasn't from violence physically inflicted upon him. It was mental.

He admitted to Jimin that the in the early hours of the morning, a terrifying nightmare woke him from his sleep, and in his shock, he jolted forward and headbutted the bedside cabinet, leaving a red mark on his face that would eventually turn into a deep purple bruise.

After that, Yoongi just wanted to leave.

Initially, the pink-haired boy wanted to take the blonde shopping at Mrs Kim's behest.

She wanted her foster child to start exploring but knew he wouldn't go alone. He was set in his ways and liked the comfort and security of familiar places.

It was difficult stepping out into crowds of unknown people; Jimin remembered that feeling well. He hated leaving the house at first.

He always clung to his mother and father like a toddler, frightened of the faces staring back. But that was years ago, and now, he wasn't bothered.

But Yoongi wasn't at that stage. He didn't want to go to the cafe with Mrs Park; he hated walking into the cafeteria at school or walking through crowds of kids.

So Jimin took him to a safe space, somewhere where he knew the older boy would be welcomed, taken care of, and loved. His house.

The pink-haired boy's parents were as welcoming as the Kims. His mother and father had radiant smiles which lit up the room, almost matching the young boy's enthusiasm and joy.

The woman was small and dainty, almost matching her sixteen-year-old son's figure. She had a soft, slightly-aged, round face framed by her chestnut-coloured hair and a warm, kindly aura.

Mr Park was slightly taller than both the boys. His ebony hair flicked back in a voluminous peak and looked almost as thick and lively as his teenage son's.

The man's deep, dark eyes sparkled as they lay on the boy and for a brief moment, Yoongi almost believed these people really were the pink boy's parents. They looked so similar like they were more than his adoptive parents.

Jimin fit in with the family perfectly.

The Park's were loving; it was evident in how they embraced the petite boy, throwing their arms around him and planting warm kisses all over his head, making him giggle childishly.

For the first time since seeing Jimin again, the blonde noticed how similar his behaviour was to Jin's.

Where the eldest ran to see his father after work every evening, the pink-haired boy became almost immature and attention-seeking. He needed his parents to shower him with affection, so he felt valued and loved, and it all stemmed from being deprived for so long.

It warmed Yoongi's heart to see Jimin so happy in the arms of an adult, his hands clutching fistfuls of his father's shirt as they hugged. But it made him miss his own parents more than ever.