Irreplaceable || yoonmin

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Yoongi had drowned himself in alcohol, he was starting to mutter bullshit now, that was when Seokjin pulled away the remaining bottles from the table, "that's enough now, stop drinking more" he walks into the kitchen, places the bottles in a corner, he could hear Yoongi whining about how he's not that drunk.
"That's enough alcohol in your system now, come on let's get you to bed"

"Stop acting like my mother hyung" Yoongi pouts as he looks up at the elder.

"Well you are my baby, stupid little one, crying so much after confessing to the love of your life" Seokjin snorts.

"Atleast I got over with it, no more crying now" Yoongi tries to sound mature as Seokjin's eyes widen. "But I wish, I just wish he would have felt the same for me" Yoongi's shoulder sags.

Seokjin looks concerned again, he sits back down next to Yoongi, he rubs the younger's back softly, "it's fine Yoongi, you'll be fine soon"

Yoongi snorts, nodding.

....

Jimin was not sure what he was upto when he had decided to buy the fried chicken from near han river, their go to place. He sits back in his car, he breathes, soft music playing in the background, he opens his call logs, he had to scroll down the call logs, he couldn't find that specific name in the call logs, it wasn't in his recents, Yoongi wasn't in his recents. He looks at the name and moves his finger to press on it before he stops. Another sharp breath and he keeps his phone back in his pocket.

Not a word from Yoongi after that day, not even a single call, nothing. He hated it, he knew he was a fool to expect anything after Yoongi had confessed.

Yoongi had confessed.

Shit.

Jimin still cannot believe that the elder has confessed, told him that he loves him. He doesn't think it's real, still.

Yoongi loves Jimin.

Fuck.

He had been mulling over this for quite a few days now. Yes, he's happy, he so glad that Yoongi feels the same. He's glad that Yoongi too, loves him because yes Jimin loves the elder, so so much.

He still remembers how Yoongi stared into his eyes when he said that. He remembers that moment very well, every single butterfly he felt at that moment.

He shows up in front of Yoongi's door, ringing the bell. Jimin waits nervously, he doesn't know what is he going to say, how will it be when the door opens.

When the door opens, Yoongi holds his breath, his eyes fall on Jimin who stood there in front of him.

Jimin tries not to scream internally as he looks at the elder. He was wearing a loose black tshirt and grey sweat pants, his damp hair falling over his forehead, gorgeous so fucking gorgeous.

"Hey" Jimin manages to say.

"Uh-hey" Yoongi stutters, he blinks, "uh-come in" he gulps, breathing a deep breath.

Yoongi watches him as Jimin looks around for Mrs Min, "she's not home" Yoongi says. Jimin turns to look at the elder, "oh, what about others then? Uncle, hyung?" He asks.

"They went out of town for a wedding" he replies.

Jimin thinks it was a good time to talk, atleast the Yoongi's parents won't have to witness them being awkward around each other.

"You didn't?" Jimin asks.

"I had work, couldn't" Yoongi says.

There's silence in the room now, Jimin sits on the couch, looking at the paintings kept on the table, Yoongi's mother had made them, she always made them, how talented, he always thought.