Affection | Yoonmin

9

Hyung, there he is!” Namjoon’s teasing voice dragged Yoongi out of his thoughts as his gaze fixed on the singer entering the bar, spotting them almost immediately. Jimin walked over, sitting down next to Yoongi with a small, soft smile on his face.

As usual, Jimin was dressed in multiple layers of clothes and his face was covered in a light layer of foundation, and Yoongi felt as if he could see what was underneath it all. It was weird to think about, Yoongi acknowledged. He knew that if everything that happened those few days ago, he wouldn’t even have thought anything about it.

Now he couldn’t help but constantly worry about the singer. He wasn’t sure what was going on with him – he hadn’t exactly gotten it confirmed, but based off all Jimin had told him, he was pretty sure he knew, and it scared him.

It scared him knowing Jimin might be throwing up all his meals, starving himself to death, and God knew how much he weighed. Frankly, it’s not something Yoongi wanted to be thinking about. Jimin was sitting there in front of him, alive. But not looking well. Yoongi found Jimin less physically attractive now, realizing how unhealthy he was, but still felt a stronger attraction to him.

It wasn’t that he didn’t find him attractive – yes, he found Jimin as an extremely beautiful man, and it wasn’t that he had gotten less beautiful. Yoongi just didn’t think being unhealthy was attractive.

He had been gazing at Jimin for too long – the younger man sat with furrowed eyebrows as he poured them all a glass of soju, sliding his glass over.

Yoongi picked the glass, shooting Jimin a small smile before directing his attention to Namjoon, who was resting his cheek on his palm as he stared at Yoongi, cheeky smile plastered on his face. Yoongi wanted to wipe that smile off his musty little face – he should’ve never admitted to him that he liked Jimin.

“It’s been a while since we last spoke, Jimin-ah,” Namjoon said kindly, smiling widely, “How have things been since our last encounter?” Yoongi wondered why he was being so overly polite – what was up with him suddenly? Was Yoongi feeling jealous?

Jimin smiled subtly, “Everything’s been fine. How about you?” Namjoon sat up straight, “Same,” he spoke quickly, “You’ve been with Yoongi a lot, right?” Jimin seemed rather startled by the question, but nodded after relaxing his tensed shoulders, “That’s right.”

Namjoon smiled, dimples showing, “I figured. Yoongi mentions it a lot,” he said, “Is he less socially awkward?” Namjoon asked Jimin, whispering almost. Yoongi knew he was intended to hear – he knew what Namjoon was doing, “Yah!” - “It was much worse when we first met,” Jimin explained, chuckling lightly.

“Ah, you seem to have such an effect on him,” Jimin flinched – the flesh on his face turning pink as he picked up his soju, downing the shot in one go. Yoongi did the same, already pouring himself another glass.

“It’s almost like you’re happier, hyung,” He wanted to slap Namjoon – that brat was trying something shady! “Scumbag!” Yoongi hissed under his breath. “Oh, well... Yoongi-hyung has been a good friend to me.” Jimin told them, pale face still slightly tinted red.

Yoongi looked down shyly, fiddling with his sleeves, pulling them over the tips of his fingers. He reached for the soju, filling his glass to the brim. He drank almost uncontrollably, until the bottle was empty, and he ordered another.

Namjoon had been talking away with Jimin, worsening Yoongi’s rapidly beating heart. “I think you’re very special to Yoongi,” Yoongi flinched, feeling the tiny hairs on his arms rise. He said nothing and looked at Jimin who seemed flustered.

Jimin’s face had been red for a while, and Yoongi was beginning to think he was getting tipsy – he had been drinking almost as much as him. Yoongi wasn’t feeling anything yet, but he knew he was almost at his limit.