nocturnal ↭ myg ; pjm

[7] all about getting even

Yoongi is being ignored.

Jimin has been avoiding Yoongi and it's either he nods his head or just shrugs at the latter. But Yoongi knows more of him, and he wasn't at all like this. One day of fighting was enough and the next day would usually be them not bothered and acting all casual like nothing happened. Right now is a whole different thing though; Yoongi has tried saying sorry, but was only turned down, and it's coming to the point that he wants to flip all tables. "What would I do with that kid?"

Yoongi patiently awaits for Jimin to come back home, because ever since Wednesday of the former week, Jimin has been coming home late, reasoning out he spends time at a friend's house.

Yoongi gets up once he hears a knock, quickly sprinting towards the door to open it. Jimin comes in, gaze already broken after a second. "I just ordered some food because I didn't know what to cook." Trying to put on a smile, Yoongi does not succeed.

"Okay," Jimin answers—with a small nod—as Yoongi expects.

"Jimin..." Why won't you look at me? "You've already eaten, haven't you?"

"Right."

"Okay, go to sleep," Yoongi says softly as he lifts a hand up to meet with the boy's head, but he stopped midway.

Jimin walks away from Yoongi and goes into their room, throwing his bag somewhere on the floor before searching through the cabinet to find thick clothes for the chilly night.

Just right when Jimin is putting on a sweatshirt, Yoongi comes in saying, "I don't know what's gotten in to you but I hate seeing you like this. Was it because I threw a pillow at you? Jimin, stop making things complicated for us."

"This is complicated for you? I thought you hate me being around you?"

It feels like a spit of fire for Yoongi. A fire burning his throat for an excuse to make that he didn't say anything like that.

But he remembers. He did say such a thing.

"That's why I'm doing my best ignoring you then there you are making it hard for me."

Minutes passing like seconds and Yoongi hasn't said a word and oh lord, Jimin wished Yoongi would say a thing, say sorry for once more, say he didn't actually mean to hurt him. He wants to admit that he's just actually waiting for Yoongi to get it right out from him, but here he is doing it on his own.

Yoongi stays quiet and unblinking, too afraid to speak just yet, and too anxious for the next proposals.

"It hurts me til now thinking that the person I only truly love hates me for being the annoying shit he's so used to hold on to and tell his friends."

Just a little bit more, don't cry yet, hold it in for a while.

"And moreover, it breaks me how that person could smile when I'm not around."

That person's mind is a hellhole, Jimin. It's all preoccupied by your name and just you if you only know.

"You can despise me, tell mom and dad what I told you today so they can hate me too."

Jimin stops, to try to cease his cries. He doesn't know what the future holds but finally he was able to let his feelings out on the right person.

"Jimin, I was— I mean I did—"

"No, don't say anything. I don't wanna hear it. Just—Just keep it to yourself for now."

"Don't you wanna hear my voice no more?"

Jimin does not answer.

"Don't you wanna hear me tell you that I didn't actually mean it—"

"I'm not taking your lies. I heard it myself and you said you'd tell mom you hate me with you in here! What else do you want me to believe?"

"I did say that, I know I said that but Jimin, what's making you so upset?"

Closer. Yoongi steps a little closer.

He can hear all of Jimin's cries despite the room being so quiet. All the tears escaping the boy's eyes is like a reflection of his own, so he lets out a soft laugh to disregard how it's burning his whole face.

"You're really angry, huh?"

"Stop making fun of me," yells Jimin with a breaking voice and oh, how cute it sounded is what's gotten into the older's senses.

The younger's hands are forming fists and Yoongi can see it through the faint light resonating from the small crack under the door.

Yoongi stops Jimin—when the boy was about to turn around—by softly holding his small hands.

"Do what you want to me," whispers the older, "Just so you can let all your anger out, do whatever you want or I won't let you go."

But Jimin feels embarrassed enough being seen crying, and being held by the older, so he pulls his arm away.

"I don't want you mad at me so please, hurt me back," Yoongi begs. "That way we're even."

Jimin can feel little thumps on his chest at how close they are. He can feel all the butterflies rushing over into his stomach and all the sudden comfort from the older. "Stop fooling around, stop making fun of me all the time."

Jimin looks into Yoongi's eyes only to break it. He tries to run away but Yoongi just have to say please one more time for Jimin to halt in his action and let the older take over his lips.

Yoongi is taking over Jimin's lips and none of them knows what the hell is happening. God, it feels so good.

Jimin pulls away rather quickly, afraid of the answer to his why did you kiss me. He fists a hand and punches Yoongi in the chest. "Why are doing this to me?" And again, another hit. "Why are you always playing around with me?" And another one right before Yoongi kisses him again.

"Because it is what I wanna do. Plus you hit me three times in a row; I want our third kiss to come from you. Can you do that?"

Jimin stomps his feet towards the bed to bury his whole frame into the blankets.

"And now you want to sleep with me? Jimin, I think that's a little too much."

Jimin cries over the fact that Yoongi will never grow old—the boy is still not taking him seriously. He gets up and quickly goes over his bed, doing the same thing as from a while ago, but this time with a mutter of soft mom, I hate him so much.

Yoongi laughs. "Please don't ignore me again or I'll miss you, idiot."