Affection | Yoonmin

7

Yoongi groaned as he rolled onto his side, struggling to pry his eyes open as he reached out for his phone on the nightstand next to his bed. He had woken up to his phone buzzing, immediately hit with a wave of adrenaline once he realized Jimin had texted him.

Quickly, he got comfortable in bed and sat against his wall, opening his and Jimin’s chat.

Jimin 10:49
Are you okay now?

Yoongi 10:49
Yes! I’m okay. Thanks for everything yesterday.

Jimin 10:50
It’s no problem. I hope I was of any help.

Yoongi 10:50
You were. The meal was a great idea.

Yoongi let out a sigh. He wanted to mention the hug but felt maybe it would be too awkward to talk about it. It had been pretty tense, anyway.

Yoongi had felt something he hadn’t felt since the last someone hugged him – his mother. He felt warm and giddy inside – it was as if he had been touch-starved almost his entire life and then suddenly felt a good kind of affection.

He wouldn’t exactly call himself or Jimin a great hugger – it had been loose and awkward, but the hug had felt amazing either way. Maybe it was because it was Jimin, he thought. Just then, he got another message.

Jimin 10:52
I’m just glad things are okay.

Jimin 10:52
Do you want to meet up and talk?

Yoongi’s heart started beating – what did Jimin want to talk about? The hug? How awkward he was? The ruined performance? Shakily, Yoongi moved his fingers across his phone’s keyboard as he typed a response.

Yoongi 10:53
Sure. Where?

Jimin 10:53
The bar? The one we performed at?

Yoongi 10:54
Ok. I’ll be there soon.

Yoongi flung his duvet away from his legs, practically jumping out of bed and over to his closet to pull out a sweatshirt and black jeans. He went to the bathroom to wash up, and moments after that he was out of the house and heading in the direction of the bar.

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“Oh - hyung!” Jimin called the moment he entered the bar, immediately spotting the pianist sitting at a table near the back, pouring himself a glass of soju. He lifted his head at Jimin’s voice, waving as Jimin jogged over, taking a seat across from him.

Yoongi handed him a glass, filling it with soju. As Jimin grabbed his glass, lifting it to his mouth, he caught a sudden movement out of the corner of his eye, almost choking on the soju.

“What are we talking about?” A way too familiar voice asked innocently. As Jimin turned his head, he was met with Taehyung, a small, nonchalant smile plastered on his face. Jimin’s jaw almost dropped – what was he doing here?

Yoongi looked just as surprised as him – glaring with wide, confused eyes. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Jimin asked bluntly. Taehyung seemed rather taken aback at his use of words, but quickly softened his gaze, “I happened to see you on your way to the bar, and I was heading there as well. I thought, why not join you?” he explained, shrugging.

Jimin suddenly felt infuriated; couldn’t Taehyung stop trailing him around? “When are you going to leave me alone, Taehyung?” He snapped. Taehyung looked shocked, “What?” Jimin wanted to tear his own hair out – he was so annoyed.

“It’s so annoying – I meet you EVERYWHERE!” he snapped, getting up from the table. He felt angry at the other – he didn’t even think that he could be exaggerating. He just wanted Taehyung out of his life forever.