Redamancy | Yoonmin.

J I M I N.

"Why are they making us wear these?" I complained, not being able to secure the last button on my shirt. "Here," Yoongi mumbled, walking over to me and taking over my job with ease. As he got the button in the hole, he lifted his head and kept his hands clenched on my shirt. "You look handsome," he said, a smile on that cracked face of his.

"Please open the door, please open the door, please open the door," I whispered to myself. I don't know why I'm here. I don't have any luggage, no clothes even.

The tears on my face seemed to just pause on my cheeks. I felt like I had been crying for hours.

Funny, because I have.

Just open the damn door.

Wait, don't. This was such a bad idea. I came all of this way. He doesn't even want me. I'm a waste of his ti-. 

It's opening. I can hear it. My breathing hitches in my throat when the door cracks open, a familiar figure standing there with a puzzled look on his face. "Hi," I whisper, but it comes out really shaky so I clear my throat. I can't make eye contact with him so I look down at my clasped hands and press the medial sides of my feet together.

"Jimin..," was all that came out of his mouth. When I heard him say my name, my bottom lip started to wobble and my vision became completely blurry. "I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't of came here," I blurted out, turning away but underestimating just how close I was to the edge of the porch and completely missing the stairs. My whole body plummets to the hard ground, my knees the only thing breaking my fall. Thankfully, it was only a two stair fall. "Shoot," I mumble under my breath, slightly grunting and stupidly just laying there on the walkway. Honestly? It hurt to move and I could tell Yoongi was just standing there in the doorway.

Asshole, asshole, asshole.

As I use basically all my strength to sit up, I finally hear Yoongi stepping out on the porch and crouching down on the first step, grabbing my bicep to pull me to my feet. "Jimin, are you okay?" Yoongi asked, almost being able to hear the hint of worry in his voice. I pull my arm away from him and brush my knees off, wincing from how my left one really ached. "Yeah, I'm fine," I say coldly, "Sorry I wasted your time, I'll be going now." I turn away and start to head back down the driveway, but I feel a cold hand grab a hold of my fingers. "No.. Why are you here?" Yoongi asked, using  his strength to pull me closer and some how he grabbed my waist and pulled my body right against his, his arms wrapping around my neck in an embrace.

Oh.

Swallowing hard, I let myself drop my head on his shoulder, arms snaking around his slender middle. He felt more bony than usual. "I don't know," was all I could reply to his question. "I'm so happy you're here," he whispered and that only brought instant tears to my eyes, allowing myself to dig my face into the crook of his neck. "But I think your knee is bleeding," he interrupted, making me gasp and pull away from him to inspect his assumption. Looking down at it, I saw that there had been a little hole in my jeans where my knee was, blood being able to seep through. "I... I'm so sorry."

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Yoongi brought me inside and to his bathroom, the door closed behind us even though it seemed that nobody else was home. He tried to tell me to take my pants off but I just looked at him weirdly until he noticed how wrong that sounded. "Oh, god. You know what I meant," he claimed. I just chuckled under my breath, pulling myself up on the sink's counter and looking down at my shoes. There was a few beats of silence as I fidgeted with my fingers, but Yoongi came up in front of me and I felt his fingers start to brush and rub away the tear stains that had formed on my cheeks. "I'll get you something for your knee, but you have to tell me why you were crying," he bribed, my eyes raising to meet his own. I loved his eyes. I always had. I also loved the way his hair fell along his forehead, and the way it sometimes would fall away from it whenever he looked down. I loved the way you could see all his teeth if he smiled really big.  I loved the way his voice got a little higher when he got excited.

"I'm in love with you."