"I've decided that I hate you a bit less now. Don't get over yourself, though. I just enjoyed the meal." Jimin tries to make himself look bigger by contracting his muscles, but honestly, he just looks like he's struggling to breathe.
"Jimin-"
"I know, I know. I said I hate you a little less. But that doesn't mean you can ask us to be friends now. And I will be giving you back the money you paid for my ramen. So don't think we're close enough to be treating each other. This was just a one-time thing. It will not happen again." He points a finger at Yoongi, as if warning or threatening him. The latter just stares at him with concern and worry, which leaves Jimin dumbfounded.
“Jimin, can we talk for a second?” Yoongi’s voice is tight, betraying his concern.
Jimin looks up, eyes wide with suspicion. “About what? Dont tell me you're going to confess or something,” Jimin fake laughs, sensing the tension.
Yoongi takes a deep breath. “I noticed something on your phone… an app. A self-harm app. Are you… are you hurting yourself?”
Jimin’s face pales, his body stiffening. “What? No! Why would you even think that?”
“I’m worried about you, Jimin. Just tell me the truth.”
“There’s nothing to tell,” Jimin snaps, his voice rising in panic. “I’m not cutting myself.”
Yoongi’s eyes narrow, eyeing his colorful bracelets. “Then take off your bracelets. Let me see.”
Jimin’s hands instinctively cover his wrists. “No. I don’t need to prove anything to you.”
“Please, Jimin. I just want to help.”
“I don’t need your help!” Jimin’s voice cracks, tears welling in his eyes. “Why are you even doing this? We’re not even friends!”
Yoongi steps closer, his voice gentle but firm. “Because I care. Just let me see your wrists, Jimin. Please.”
With a frustrated groan, Jimin yanks off his bracelets, thrusting his arms towards Yoongi. “There! See? Nothing!”
Yoongi examines Jimin’s wrists, his heart aching with relief and doubt. There are no scars, no signs of self-harm. But something still feels off. He looks up, meeting Jimin’s tear-filled gaze. Yoongi’s gaze is still intense. “If it’s not on your arms, where is it then? Your thighs?”
Jimin’s jaw drops, incredulous. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Yoongi narrows his eyes. “You know what, I’m not leaving this alone. If it’s not on your arms, and it’s not on your thighs, then where is it? And why is there an app like that on your phone?”
Jimin’s face flushes with a mix of anger and shame. “It’s none of your business!”
Yoongi grabs Jimin’s phone again, holding it out of reach. “It is my business if you’re hurting yourself. Tell me why you have this app.”
“Give me my phone back!” Jimin lunges at Yoongi, desperation and panic in his eyes.
In the struggle, they both lose their balance, tumbling onto the bed. Jimin lands on top of Yoongi, their faces inches apart. Time seems to freeze, their heavy breaths mingling in the small space between them. Yoongi’s hands grip Jimin’s arms, feeling the rapid thump of his pulse.
Jimin’s eyes are wide, his pupils dilated. “Yoongi…”
Yoongi’s voice is barely a whisper. “I’m scared for you, Jimin.”
Jimin’s breath hitches, his resolve crumbling. “I’m not… I don’t… it’s just…”
“Just what?” Yoongi presses, his voice tender. “Talk to me.”
Jimin’s eyes flutter closed, his body trembling. “I..." His heart is beating dangerously fast, and based on the position him and Yoongi are in, he's positive Yoongi can feel his heartbeat too.
Yoongi pulls him into a tight embrace, feeling the weight of Jimin’s pain and his own helplessness. Jimin stiffens, waiting for Yoongi to notice and let go, but he doesn't. They stay like that for a long time, wrapped in each other’s warmth, until the tears subside and the room falls into a quiet calm.
Yoongi finally speaks, his voice soft but determined. “You don’t have to go through this alone, Jimin. We’re here for you. I’m here for you. I understand you.”
Despite all Yoongi's attempts to make Jimjn feel better and prove to him that he isn't alone, Jimin is furious. Yoongi thought that talking to Jimin would be easy and effective, but it's actually quite the opposite. Jimin lifts his body off of Yoongi, back into the position they were in before Yoongi wrapped his arms around him.
Yoongi expected to see a small smile on Jimin's face, but instead, he's met with an unreadable look. Jimin's eyes are filled with anger and hatred. How could Yoongi say something like that? He'll never understand Jimin and what he's going through. So why is he acting like he can help? Like he cares? Like he's actually going to be able to change Jimin?
It's ridiculous and ignorant. How dare Yoongi say that? How can he say that he's here for Jimin when he doesn't even know him? No one knows Jimin truly, not even the closest of his friends. So, how can Yoongi be so sure that he understands him? He's no different than the others.
Jimin truly, wholeheartedly, absolutely hates Yoongi. Yoongi and his fucking perfect face.
"Jimin..." Yoongi breathes, starting to feel weird under Jimin. Why haven't they moved?
Jimin's eyes have not left his. The same look of pure hatred and despise mixed with some tears. "I..."
Just when he's about to say it, the door bursts open. "Yoongi, where's my jack – oh, shit. Bad timing?" Hoseok covers his eyes just when he witnesses the two males tangled on top of each other on Jungkook's bed. He slowly retreats out of the room and closes the door.
"Fuck,"
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Green With Envy || Yoonmin ✓
Fanfiction"I mean every word I said! Never talk to me again, get it?! Swear that you'll never talk to me again. Swear!" "Jimin, -" "Swear!" "O-okay, I- I swear..." ... Jimin wants to be Yoongi, and Yoongi wants Jimin. But when fate separates them, will they b...
