| White Bachellor Button || Yoonmin |

Ch9 ~ Get out...

Yoongi was violently confused. What was this person saying? He wasn't wrong for thinking of Minji like that, Minji was an annoying little brat who loved to ridicule everything he did. He somewhat understood he had fault in the matter, but that made him fume in a way he never thought he would. Toward Jimin. The fact that Jimin was the one who was telling him off infuriated him further. He never dreamed he'd get in trouble with someone who loved him so much, never expected to be shouted at like that by a Park, let alone Park Jimin himself.

Yoongi could feel his skin burning, crawling with anger and embarrassment, his pale fingers sweating profusely as he gripped mindlessly on the covers. His appetite had vanished along with his ability to contain his furious nature. "Get out..." Yoongi whispered under his breath, as his cheeks continued to burn an angry, rosey colour.

"Hyung..." he tried to reach for his precious button, but was met by a slap to the hand. Yoongi threw the entire breakfast table toward Jimin - only just dodging the raven headed boy, screaming and flailing his arms in all different directions. Tears falling out of his brown, chocolate eyes as Jimin tried his hardest to calm him down, grabbing hold of his boney arms but the force of Yoongi's shrieks overpowered him.

"I SAID GET OUT!" He broke from Jimin's grasp. The young boy blared his voice out in a high pitched tone, throwing the fallen bowl of hot soup across from him... hitting Jimin's forehead. It sent him falling to his knees at the sudden pain, and the next thing Yoongi saw was blood, blood above the younger boy's eyebrow.

Jimin put a shaky hand above his eyebrow, one of  Yoongi's spare parts, and widened his eyes at the sight of red liquid. It was dripping down his the side of his face, as Yoongi breathed irregularly at the sight of deep red on Jimin's flawless, slightly horrified face. He felt his heart stop when a drop reached the floor, when that small drop stained his white carpeted floor. The expanse of his feeble, adolescent body felt numb as he fell forward, eyes retreating upwards into his upper eyelids.

Yoongi... he was still crying effortlessly as he passed out.

"HYUNG!" he lunged toward him, catching him before he fell off the side of his bed. Jesus Christ what have I done Jimin thought as he cradled Yoongi's frail body in his arms, almost in tears as he carressed Yoongi's fainted expression, blank. 

Hoseok knocked gently at the wood of the door, entering without a word. "Young master, I have- oh my, am I interrupting something?" He smiled, devilishly.

"This is no time for jokes Hobi," Jimin glared at him. "He fainted."

"My," he put a hand to his lips, trying his half his best to look concerned but he found that it wasn't in his nature to be so caring. "What shall we do? Ahh, bring him back to life, shake him a little, see if he wakes up." Panicking and at a loss of other solutions, he tried it. Gently of course, taking note that his bachelor button was a delicate masterpiece that could easily be damaged if not careful.

"Hyung!" He shook him carefully. Yoongi's eyes stayed closed, his pink lips agape ever so slightly as his hair flowed naturally in the windless room. "C'mon hyung wake up!" He pleaded.

"Should I call an ambulance?" 

"Just get Dr. Lee to look at him!" Jimin said desperately, clutching hard at his fainted friend.

"Don't even with me child." Hoseok snapped. "I'm older than you are which means you have to respect me!" He crossed his arms, surprised at Jimin's unusual attitude.

"Ok! Just..." Jimin sighed. "...just make sure he's ok..."

~♤~

"Jimin he's fine." Dr. Lee assured as he packed his stethoscope up in his briefcase, along with all his other medical instruments. Despite the doctor's constant assurance, the young Park was having none of it. Too paranoid to believe in the medical professional the Mins had hired and paid a large amount of money to ensure Yoongi's fragile health. Dr. Lee had a degree in medicine, ten years experience, but it seemed that Jimin's memory had declined, his faith in the doctor wavered, so panic struck he didn't know what to believe anymore.

"Are you sure?!" He cried, following the doctor out of Yoongi's room. Dr. Lee could feel himself rage in annoyance as Jimin continued to ask pointless, unnecessary questions. "No migraines? Or deathly rashes? Or cancer? Or heart injuries? Or-" Dr. Lee stopped abruptly and turned round to face the young boy. He could Jimin wasn't looking exactly where he was going, so he crashed right into the doctor's proud chest.

"Jimin, I am a medical expert with ten years experience, in which the Min family searched all over Korea for to offer me a job in taking care of their young White Bachelor Button." He snapped gently, leaning in so close Jimin could feel his smoky breath on his cheek as he struggled to make eye contact with Dr. Lee. "I have a master's degree in medical science and have been in many situations involving it since the start and the end of my uni days." His voice rose with every word, spitting at the emphasis of the words. "Do you really think one of the richest families in all of Korea would pin their hopes on an unqualified doctor?!" He emphasized the word 'unqualified'. "I don't want to hear you asking questions like that when I would have easily found malfunctions in your friend while I conducted the check up just mere seconds ago, now, do I make myself clear?!" His voice lowered in sound, whispering as he uttered his final words before Jimin nodded nervously at the elder's fact rant about his medical career. "Good." Dr. Lee straightened his suit and approached the front door. "I'll see you next time Mr. Park, good day to you." He slammed the door behind him.

Jimin sighed as the doctor left the household with a loud screech of his car tyres. He tried to calm himself a tad, Yoongi was ok... he was fine, no major occurrences with his physical health; no broken bones or migraines. He was more concerned about what his button would say, when he woke from his fainted slumber. He took in a deep breath and exhaled before making his way back to Yoongi's  confines. Once he entered... Yoongi was sat up on his bed, head bowed south with his raven coloured bangs covering his chocolate eyes, looking no where in particular.

"Hyung!" Jimin squealed unintentionally, his voice hitching at his throat, surprised the young master had risen so soon. "I-I mean..." he tried to start again, tried to retain a cool head. "Hyung, you're awake? Are you feeling ok?" He went to sit on the edge of Yoongi's bed, reaching out to him again with his small fingers. He expected to get brushed off again, expected to get his hand slapped away once again... but his young master didn't stop him from laying his hand on the pale of the young button's cheek. In fact, Yoongi leaned into his touch, carressing the back of Jimin's veiny hand. He kissed it, a tear emerging as he felt the intricket details on the younger's palm. He kept his lips there for a minute and opened his eyes to meet the eyes of a puzzled, flustered Jimin. "H-hyung?" Yoongi whimpered slightly as he continued to stare at Jimin with his eyes brimmed with tears.

"I'm sorry..."