𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧 (𝗬𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗙𝗙)✓

chap 9

Slowly, he slid his wet shirt off, shivering as the cold air met his bare skin. He faced away from the door, thinking he was alone. He unfastened his pants, letting them slide down before quickly stepping into the dry ones. He was just about to put on the shirt when—

"I-I’m sorry! I didn’t see anything!"

Jimin froze. His head snapped toward the door.

Yoongi stood there, eyes squeezed shut, his face slightly turned away as if afraid to look.

Jimin’s face turned red in an instant.

He hurriedly pulled the shirt over his head, his heart racing. "It’s okay. We’re both boys."

Yoongi opened his eyes cautiously. "Still… I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to walk in like that."

"I know. It’s fine," Jimin reassured him, though his face was still warm. "Now go change."

Yoongi nodded. "Okay. But you take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch."

"No, no, it’s your house. You should—"

"We can argue later," Yoongi interrupted with a small smirk. "Let me change first."

Jimin sighed and sat on the bed, watching Yoongi grab his clothes. He expected Yoongi to leave again, but instead, Yoongi suddenly sat beside him.

Jimin blinked. "Wait… you were supposed to go change."

"Oh," Yoongi said awkwardly, realizing his mistake. "Right."

Jimin chuckled softly but then hesitated before speaking. "Can I ask something?"

Yoongi glanced at him. "Go ahead."

"Where is your family?"

Yoongi’s expression darkened instantly. His fingers curled into the bedsheet, his knuckles turning white.

"I have no one." His voice was low, almost chilling.

Jimin swallowed. He hadn’t expected that answer.

"Oh..."

Realizing how tense the atmosphere had become, Yoongi looked at Jimin and immediately felt guilty.

"I’m sorry," Yoongi said quickly. "I didn’t mean to scare you."

"No, it’s okay," Jimin said with a small, sad smile.

"Please don’t be sad," Yoongi murmured, his gaze softening. "I don’t like seeing you sad."

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat.

"And why is that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Yoongi held his gaze for a moment before looking away. "I don’t know... Let’s just sleep."

"Hmm," Jimin hummed in response, lying down.

Yoongi did the same, turning his back to Jimin. They lay in silence, the only sound being the distant rain outside.

Jimin shifted slightly, but then something caught his eye.

Yoongi’s shirt had ridden up slightly, revealing a deep scar on his side.

Jimin’s breath hitched. It wasn’t just an old scar—it looked fresh, like it had only recently begun to heal.

His fingers curled into the blanket.

What had happened to Yoongi?

"What happened?"

Yoongi’s voice was soft but steady. It was late, and the room was dimly lit by the faint moonlight slipping through the curtains. His body was relaxed, but there was a hint of tension in his voice as he turned slightly to face Jimin.

Jimin hesitated. His eyes remained fixed on Yoongi’s stomach, where the scar stretched across his skin. The wound looked deep, and though it had started to heal, it was still red and angry-looking, as if it hadn’t been treated properly.

Slowly, Jimin reached out, his fingers hovering just above the scar. He was careful, as if touching it too suddenly would cause Yoongi pain.

"This… does it still hurt?"

Yoongi glanced down, following Jimin’s gaze. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. His jaw tightened slightly, and he exhaled through his nose. Then, as if shaking off whatever thoughts had crossed his mind, he gave a small shrug.

"It’s nothing," he said casually, pulling his shirt down to cover the scar. "It just looks bad, but it doesn’t hurt anymore."

Jimin didn’t believe him. His lips pressed into a thin line, and his brows furrowed. He wasn’t sure why, but seeing Yoongi with that kind of wound made his chest ache. It was an unfamiliar feeling—this sudden, overwhelming concern for someone he had just met.

"It’s not nothing," Jimin whispered.

Yoongi looked at him, his expression unreadable. He had seen that look before—pity, sadness, worry. It was the same way people used to look at him when they thought he was fragile, and he didn’t like it.

"Hey," Yoongi said, reaching out and gently patting Jimin’s head. "Don’t look like that. I’m fine, really."

Jimin’s eyes flickered up to meet his. There was warmth in Yoongi’s touch, and for some reason, it made Jimin’s heart race.

"Can I tell you something?" Jimin asked quietly.

Yoongi nodded. "Of course."

Jimin hesitated, his fingers curling into the blanket. "I feel strange when I’m with you."

Yoongi blinked. "Strange? What do you mean?"

Jimin swallowed. He wasn’t sure how to explain it. It wasn’t fear, and it wasn’t discomfort. It was something else. Something that made his chest feel tight and his hands feel warm.

Instead of answering, he moved closer, resting his head against Yoongi’s chest.

The moment he did, he felt it—the steady, rhythmic beating of Yoongi’s heart. It was strong, comforting, and somehow, it made Jimin feel safe.

Yoongi inhaled sharply at the sudden contact. His entire body tensed for a second before relaxing. He didn’t push Jimin away. He didn’t move at all. He just let him stay there.

"I don’t know why," Jimin murmured. "But I like it here."

Yoongi’s lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out. Instead, after a long pause, he exhaled and rested his hand on Jimin’s back.

"Me too," Yoongi admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin smiled softly against his chest. The warmth of Yoongi’s body, the softness of his voice—it was all so comforting. It felt like home.

"Let’s sleep," Yoongi mumbled after a while.

"Hmm," Jimin hummed in agreement, closing his eyes.

But even as he drifted off, his mind kept repeating the same thought.

Why did he feel this way?

Why did Yoongi make him feel like this?

And why… did the thought of leaving tomorrow make his heart ache?

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