Kpop One Shots: BTS » Yoonmin

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Word count: 1728 (shorttt)

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Incest. Yep.

MY MOTHER had always been one to take precautions. 'Always take an umbrella,' she'd tell me. 'You never know when the meteorologist will be wrong, and by then, it's too late.' Well, that was three years ago. I had moved to Miami to pursue my nonexistent music career, somewhat forced onto me by my father, who was himself a retired violist. My brother had also picked up some musical genes that I clearly lacked, becoming a solo pianist by the age of ten. How that is possible, I don't know.

I visited my cousin-turned-recording-buddy Jin in October, on my way to record one of my latest creations. I set off at glanced at my gas tank and saw... A friendly reminder that my tank was empty. Had I only been more like my mother and check that I had gas before starting out on a seven and a half-hour journey.

It was midnight when my car finally stopped, in the middle of an interstate highway with no sighs, no cars and no gas station in sight. Irritated, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called my friend, telling him I'd be late. I just got to the part about being stuck when the line cut, and glancing down, I noticed that my phone was dead. So now I was stuck in the middle of nowhere with no means of communication. Fantastic.

I must have stayed in my car for the better part of an hour before dozing off. I don't know how long I slept, but I heard a light tapping at the car window. I rubbed my eyes, and opened the door. Clutching onto the car for support, I squinted to see my own brother standing in front of me.

"Oh! Jimin, what are you doing out here?" I asked, less flustered.

He laughed heartily, then said, "I could ask the same of you, Yoonie. It's 1AM. What're you doing?"

I groaned. "I was on my way to Jin's place to record a song when my phone died and my car stopped."

Jimin nodes slowly. "No point in trying to get help now; everyone's sleeping. Want me to keep you company?"

I shrugged, but to be fair, I didn't mind the idea of having someone to pass the time with. It had been several months since I had last talked to Jimin, and now would be the perfect opportunity to do so. We made ourselves co fortable in the back seat of my RAM 2500, pulling up the blankets that dated from months before and were in desperate need of a wash. At first, we made small talk, but as the night dragged on, the questions started becoming a little bit more personal. For example, he asked me if I had a girlfriend. I stuttered out a half-hearted no. He didn't look particularly convinced. I reassured him that I did not, and that the idea of having a girlfriend hadn't even passed my mind.

And the question which I always dreaded came. He took a little while to cotton onto the idea but when he did, I knew it.

"So you're gay?"

I couldn't respond and instead, turned my head and looked out of the window and onto the grassy area next to the road.

"C'mon, hyung, tell me," he whispered in pure Korean, my heartbeat speeding up at the sound of it. I could feel him watching me and I swallowed hard. "I take your silence as a yes." I nodded. He sighed and slung an arm around mg shoulders, pullingbus closer together. "Listen, hyung. We're super different, sure, but we're brothers. If something's wrong or bothering you, please tell me. It's kinda upsetting that we can't talk as much as we used to..."

I exhaled slowly, the closeness still bothering me. I only had enough time to catch my breath when I felt a spider-like hand crawling up my leg. I jerked my head down then at Jimin. He was staring intently at me.