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Ch7 ~ Escaping the walls...

Yoongi looked longingly out his window. His book, as always, planted between his fingers and thumbs, but this time his attention was focused fully on the outside. It had been an agonising sight for him to look at... the poor thing had never been anywhere outside the Min household. Even the Min gardens were foreign grounds to him. He hadn't set one foot out of his comfort zone (within the walls of his home, the furthest he'd ever gone was the kitchen, where he met Jin). He had previously refused when one of the maids had offered to take him out on his wheelchair, but now, seeing as the flowers were in full bloom, the sun was visible behind the clouds and the usually dreary sky was a comforting blue, he couldn't help but be a little curious of how the grass felt or how the flowers smelt; he was even curious about the life inhabited in the well kept garden. He'd heard that Namjoon took great pride in how the foliage looked.

"Hyung?" Jimin called out to him, noticing his prolonged concentration on anything other than the pages in his arms.

"Hmm?" He answered half heartedly. Yoongi's sight still remained on the other side of his bedroom window. He claimed to hate nature, claimed that bugs and insects of all sorts were filthy creatures waiting to get swatted and killed, but by the way he looked out the window, Jimin knew it wasn't entirely true.

"What are you looking at?" Jimin tried to line his sight as close to his master's as possible, getting inches away from his pale, flawless cheek. "Have you noticed Namjoon's work on the gardens? He planted new marigolds last winter and they've grown well; don't you think?" Yoongi had read about marigolds, one of his books talked about a woman who collected marigolds to put at her late husband's grave. They were yellow he believed. He'd never actually seen one in real life, all the nature he knew about was contained in books.

"Jimin..." he started. The young male had started fiddling with the duvet in his fingers, unconsciously. It hadn't even occurred to him before, but the look of the Min garden had gotten exceptionally beautiful during the past few months. It made him curious.

"Yes Hyung?" Jimin crossed his legs on the sheets, facing his favourite person in the entire world.

"What's it like out there?" He asked zealously. "is it cold out there? Does the rain feel nice on your skin?" (A/N: Ahhhhhhh! Bless 😍) he looked up at him with his eyes full of the desire to know.

Jimin smiled intently, softly. His donor was the type of person you couldn't look at without the corners of your lips pointing upwards. At least, for Jimin, he considered it almost a sin. He hoisted himself up and unfolded Yoongi's wheelchair, from where it was leaning. "You wanna find out?"

~♤~

Yoongi sat fidgety in his wheelchair, as Jimin pushed him further and further away from his room. "Maybe this was a bad idea." He started to feel slightly uneasy of his unfamiliar surroundings, the home he hadn't fully explored from birth. He was always hidden away from the eyes of those who didn't dare enter his room. Too afraid to get stared down and fired for some petty reason. But the truth was, the staff had him all wrong... Yoongi didn't have the power to fire any of them, his father cherished each and every one of the members in the Min's collection of staff, so even if Yoongi had a complaint about uncooked food, or disrespect, he didn't hold the authority to send anyone away from his father's humble abode. No one did, not unless you were the current head of the Min family.

"Oh shhh." Jimin was excited, he couldn't wait to see Yoongi's face when they reached Namjoon's masterpiece of a garden. He wasn't just any gardener, he was a landscape artist. A garden decorating enthusiast. "We're almost there." He whispered into Yoongi's ear. The young heir felt his eyes widen, the blood rushed to his cheeks at the contact of Jimin's warm breath hitting his earlobe. He let out a sharp gasp. Hastily covered his eyes with his long, pale fingers covering his hazel irises, as he spotted the enormous door up ahead of them. He squeezed his eyes shut when they stopped in front of the entrance to the garden. Jimin walked round so he could crouch in front of Yoongi. "Hyung." He said gently.

"Yeah?" His voice sounded muffled under his palms.

"Open your eyes." Jimin asked him innocently. "I'm telling you it's more beautiful when you're looking at it with the naked eye." Yoongi peeked out through a gap in his fingers. Jimin's face was right in front of his. He removed them from his eyes, but he didn't open them.

"I'll open them when we're outside!" He said, a little more pained than he hoped he would sound.

"Ok..." Jimin breathed out, almost unable to contain his exhilaration. He opened the door and scurried back behind Yoongi's wheelchair, pushing it forward slowly, so he could feel his very first relaxing breeze.

Yoongi squeezed his eyes even tighter, as the sun's penetrating rays leaked through his veiny lids. He inhaled a deep, fearful breath knowing how weak he was compared to the outside world. Probably one of the reasons why he was so closed up inside his bedroom. He bit his trembling bottom lip as he felt a slight breeze blow over his black, well groomed hair.

"Hyung..." Jimin put his hands on Yoongi's shoulders. "...you should open your eyes." He suggested. Slowly, but surely, Yoongi's eyes began to flutter open, began to sting at the intense sunlight touching his pupils. But after a few seconds, Yoongi's eyes widened immensely, widened in amazement.

"W-wah..." he whispered out. The garden was a plethora of greenery, a collection of plants from all over the world. He could see plants of all different colours, flowers with unimaginable amounts of pollen, expensive garden decor including water fountains, a stream and  statues of their unhindered, untouched family flower, the bachelor button, scattered all around all of the statues. Yoongi couldn't believe his eyes. He didn't believe he'd ever seen anything so eye wateringly beautiful in his entire life. He didn't think he'd blinked for at least two minutes, afraid he'd miss a butterfly if he blinked.

"Well? You like it?" Jimin asked curiously, wheeling him over to a soft spot on the grass and sitting down next to his prized bachelor button.

"I-I..." Yoongi stuttered. "...I have no words to express how gorgeous it is Jiminie." Jimin beamed as he heard his favourite nickname spoken by his favourite person.

"I knew you would," Jimin admired the scenery, proud he lived in a house with such a beautifully kept garden. "in lieu of everything you say about how disgusting it all looks in Winter, I knew you'd love it in spring." He smiled, looking up at the clouds with his head leaned back.

"Well well well." An irritating voice struck Yoongi's sensitive ears. Just when he thought he'd have an OK time outside, his fiancé shows up to ruin it for him. She never failed to do that with everything else, this time was no exception. She simply loved annoying him to the point they argued over something petty. "Look who it is, prancing round in his wheelchair, outside of all places."

"What do you want asshole?" Yoongi spat, mood already spoiled from hearing her voice. The scenery suddenly didn't appeal to Yoongi now that his bride was standing right in front of it. "You're ruining the garden for me."

"Easy you two!" Jimin tried to warn them, but it was futile, the two just didn't seem to have the human capability to listen to anyone but each other.

"Well sorry," Minji scoffed, dragging out the 'sorry', in a sassy manner. "I didn't know I had to get permission from someone who never goes outside!" Yoongi's face went a shade of pink he never believed it would go. He was fuming.

"Guys can we-" Jimin tried again. Failed.

"I'm still one of the owners of this property kid!" He almost shot out of his wheelchair in pure rage.

"Yeah! Sure!" Minji hollared. "An owner who does nothing at all!" Jimin felt a vein begin to throb in his forhead. Did she really just say that? He kept his anger in, not wanting to take sides.

"YOU ASSHOLE!" Yoongi started pulling on his hair, tangling it in frustration.

"SMART ASS!" Minji shot back, cheeks reddened with anger.

"LAME BRAIN!" Yoongi screamed at her, gripping at the handles on his wheelchair.

"TWAT!" She squeezed a handful of her dress in the realisation that she had once again, set off a dispute with her fiancé.

"DUMBASS!"

"JACKASS!"

Jimin sighed and gave up trying to prevent a full scale calling of names. Instead, he just sat back and let it happen, they would get tired of agruing once they got hungry. It was a daily thing on their schedules, they despised each other in every way possible...