BTS Oneshots | Boy × Boy (ON GOING)

🌻Comfort - YoonMin🌻

Getting fired from a job is never easy, especially one that you've been working your whole life to achieve. Most people seek reassurance from a loved one. Min Yoongi is exactly one of those people.

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"Fuck this, fuck my life, holy fucking shit..." (mood)

Yoongi cursed under his breath the entire way home, it was well past midnight. He didn't know what he felt after getting fired from being a producer, it was a mixture of vexation and dejection. All he knew was he felt a lump in his throat and his eyes burned with the tears he so desperately wanted to keep hidden, his hair was greasy from sleepless nights of effort and work that turned out to be useless, and his body ached from walking back to his apartment, being too depressed to even call an Uber. 

He stomped up the stairs to the second floor, digging his keys out of his pocket. He slammed the keys into the lock body and roughly jerked it to the side, biting his inner lip to stop himself from screaming in rage, his breathing heavy and cold from his nostrils. He banged the door open and didn't even bother closing it, throwing his stuff on the floor.

The realization was dawning on him even more, if that were possible. His head throbbed and his vision blurred slightly as he stumbled to the fridge, whipping the door open and grabbing a bottle of beer, tearing the cap off and chugging the whole thing. Fire pulsed through his veins as he thought of getting fired, he wanted to just break anything and everything, his life was over, all that hard worked he'd put in had gone down the drain.

As Yoongi finished his beer, he stared at the empty glass bottle. He wanted to break something, he was holding the perfect thing, he didn't even care about being dangerous in his own home. He raised the bottle above his head, his glare so sharp it was like a wildfire, burning everything in its path, and aimed the bottle at the opposing wall-

Then he felt small fingers wrapping around his wrist. "Yoongi?"

Said man turned around, looking down at his boyfriend, Jimin. He felt all his anger wash away, the fire had been put out, and his heart turned to mush when he saw the droopy blue eyes of his lover, his small frame enveloped in one of Yoongi's shirts.

"Have you been drinking again, Yoongi?" Jimin murmured sleepily, it was obvious he just woke up by the way he rubbed his eyes, his pouty lips parted. Yoongi glanced at the clock, it was well past midnight, and he felt a pang of suffocating guilt in his chest for waking up his angel.

"It was only one bottle, sweetie," Yoongi whispered, biting back the regret he felt for drinking against Jimin's wishes. He knew his boyfriend was worried about his drinking problem, he'd stayed sober for a few months now, but-

"-but you only drink when you're upset," Jimin whispered as if he read Yoongi's mind, finishing his thought. He frowned and scanned his lover's face, from his eyebags to his thin skin stretching over his cheekbones, growing more concerned each passing second. Once he saw Yoongi's bag and keys on the floor, the door still open, he was certain something was wrong. He held Yoongi's big, calloused hands in his own tiny ones and looked him in the eye, right into his soul.

"C'mon, tell me what's wrong, kitty."

God, that nickname would be the end of Yoongi, despite being the dom in the relationship, that nickname made him weak, especially when Jimin said it in that soft little voice of his. Yoongi felt his walls come crumbling down around him as the first broken sob escaped his lips, hot tears swelling in his feline eyes. Jimin instinctively stood on his tippy toes, wrapping his arms around Yoongi's neck, beyond worried.

"Hey, hey, hey, let's go to bed, kitty," he whispered, allowing Yoongi to crush his waist in his arms as he led him to their shared bedroom, collapsing on the bed together. He shushed Yoongi gently, trying to get up so he could get more comfy in bed, but Yoongi tugged him right back down onto his chest. Jimin suppressed a smile, stroking Yoongi's hair and whispering sweet nothings into his ear.