| White Bachellor Button || Yoonmin |

Ch8 ~ Chicken Soup...

Jimin scavenged through the millions of books stored in the Min library, in search of a home economics book. Yoongi had developed a bit of a cold during the summer, complaining he had an aching cranium, a sore throat and, an evident runny nose he was wiping every five seconds. Jimin could have very well gone to Jin for advice on cooking, but the young button had told him, very specifically, that he wanted a meal from him, and not the household cook. Jimin obliged, taking on the challenge with a hopeful smile. How hard could it be? He'd taken on exams and his sister's incessant insults about the person he was in love with, without so much as slapping her round the face. He could do this in a heart beat. Anything for my bachelor button he kept saying, encouraging himself like he was the only person who could.

"Hey Chim." Minji said perkily as he shuffled through a book of homemade Korean recipes. Unfortunately, Jimin didn't think he had any of the skills to cook any of those dishes, they seemed more Jin's style.

"Hey." He answered half heartedly, too busy looking for a book to please the only person who could melt his heart with a single, undivided breath.

"What you doing?" She asked as she walked over to a vacant couch to lay on.

"Trying to find a simple recipe book to follow." Jimin scoffed. "Our bachelor button wants a taste of my home cooking." He grinned to himself, knowing how happy he would be if Yoongi loved his simple little delicacies.

It made Minji smile, the way he would talk about Yoongi like he was the only good topic to talk about. Since he was little all he could talk about was: the beautiful pale boy wrapped in a silk white bed sheets... the most angelic person he'd ever seen in his entire life. His hypnotising stare, his unforgettable touch, his untainted, indescribable smile... he was all he needed to get through the day, considering his days were numbered.

Still, Minji found endless ways to insult Yoongi, mindlessly picking on him, right in front of her brother.

"I don't know why you even do this for scum like him." Minji mumbled, draped over one of the sofas situated in the library. Jimin flinched at the word 'scum'. "he's so rude and ignorant of you, why would you take care of that whiny child?" Jimin snapped his head up to face his younger sister, glaring daggers at her with his hazel brown eyes.

"We've been through this enough times Minji." He chucked a book entitled 'Never trust a stranger' in the pile of non-cookery books, his glare almost burning through her now. "You haven't got the right to talk about him like that if you treat him just as badly as he treats you." Minji realised straight away that she'd pushed a button too hard, she'd broken the 'keep calm' button on her brother. Scum was probably too harsh.

Minji giggled cautiously. "Oppa, I didn't mean to-"

"It may mean nothing to you when you talk absolute trash about him," he cut her off, his hazely orbs tearing up as he continued with his sentence. "But it means so much to me when you talk so low of the person I'm so deeply in love with. You don't know him like I do so don't talk about him that way. Or at least, wait 'til I'm out of the room." At this point, Minji had gaped her mouth open, her eyes wider than she'd ever widened them before. Her brother must've loved him that much if he was able to stand up to her in such a harsh manner. The look in his eyes terrified her. It was as if he had fire burning in his eyes, that look of defense and determination.

"I-I'm sorry..." she stuttered. She turned away to find the amount of liquid in her eyes had doubled and threatened to spill out. "I didn't mean to.." Jimin saw how guilt struck his sister was, he hadn't wanted to get angry at her, but she went too far this time. There were many occasions in which, he'd let it slide and just let his blood boil and be done with it. But there was just something about letting her talk about him like that, he hated it, it was so disrespectful, even though she didn't wholeheartedly mean it.