"I was born in order to die..."
"Well I order you to live..."
In which Yoongi has been weak since he was young and Jimin was genetically engineered to store his organs.
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For the first time in years, the past few days held no sight or sound of Yoongi, Jimin had been avoiding all contact with him as it was increasingly difficult to bare the awkwardness of the situation. He couldn't bare the fact that he'd actually gone and said it, those three words in which held his friendly relationship with Yoongi dangling by a very thin thread. To say he didn't want anything more than friendship was simply proposterous, ludicrous, unrivalled malarkey. He loved that boy more than anything in the entire world, Yoongi was his universe, his everything, he'd give anything to be able to kiss the white of Yoongi's cheeks without having to be discreet about it... but he couldn't scrap his original purpose in life. Yoongi was dying. Yoongi had a weak heart. Yoongi had a special spot in Jimin's temporary coronary organ that couldn't allow him to let the young button die.
Yoongi sat cross legged on his king sized bed, too big for such a small lad in his teens. He would get lost in his comforters a lot, finding himself on the bottom of his bed rather than where he'd originally fallen asleep. But as of late, Yoongi hadn't been able to catch so much as a wink of sleep. Jimin hadn't been within range of the young button's sight, he'd asked Hoseok and all the maids and butlers about Jimin's whereabouts, but none of them could offer a word about his disappearance.
"Where is he?" He mumbled to himself fumbling with the pages of his hard back copy of a book called 'Noir', written by a very talented Bi Aepyeong. The usually captivating written word in front of him held nothing but an urge to put it down. "He promised..." He felt like crying, Jimin didn't know how important it was to Yoongi that he showed up every afternoon. It kept him from going insane, being in a room all by yourself you're entire life proved somewhat challenging on one's hold on sanity.
The door creaked open and Yoongi retreated the tears that had accumulated in his eyes, as if he wasn't just about to cry.
Namjoon walked in with a beat in his step, he needed a play mate to verse with in cards. "Hello young master."
"Namjoon." Yoongi nodded in reply, his eyes pretending to be focused on the book in front of him, when really, all that really filled his head was the question of where his best and only friend had gone the past few days.
Namjoon flinched, he was expecting 'hyung' along with his name, but it didn't turn out that way. He brushed it off quickly and proceeded with his question. "You wouldn't be interested in joining me for a game of cards now would you? Young master?" Yoongi shook his black head of hair.
"Is that all you came for?" Yoongi queried coldly. Namjoon took some deep breaths before he continued, he had no idea the child was so bratty, cold even. Was he never taught to respect his elders?
"I was actually hoping maybe," he coughed, trying to get the flem out of his throat. Yoongi cringed, disgusting. "Maybe you want to eat? You didn't want to eat breakfast from what I hear from the head butler, and lunch didn't seem to appeal to you either apparently."
"I'm not hungry." He deadpanned.
"Young master," Namjoon sighed. "You need to eat, Lady Antoinette will be very concerned that you haven't put on any weight since she's been gone." Lady Antoinette was Yoongi's mother. Her name coming from parents in which had come from the foreign country of France. Yes, the White Bachelor Button is in fact only half Korean and the other half, French.
"She's never here, she wouldn't be concerned." He said blankly.
"Lord Yoonbin wouldn't be impressed." Namjoon then mentioned Yoongi's father, in the hopes of that triggering him to eat something, and not just mope around in his bedroom, reading a book.
"You forget he's never here either, he's been away for what seems like my entire life." Yoongi's eyes never left the pages. Namjoon felt his cheeks burn with anger as Yoongi spoke with such little concern of his parents' absence in his life, ontop of that, he hadn't looked at him once since he entered the room. Finally, he turned to his last resort, one that seemed a bit of a long shot, considering their recent events.
"What about Jimin?" Namjoon questioned. "Jimin gets so worried when you don't eat properly, he loses his hunger altogether." Yoongi put the book down sharply and glared harshly at the landscape artist standing in his bedroom.
"Fine," he said in a low voice, trying to mask his concern for Jimin's losses of appetite with annoyance. "If you want me to eat so badly, find my wheelchair and put me in it, I will have supper with the company of someone other than just my main companion." Namjoon froze at the boy's request, he was coming out? All he needed to do was mention Jimin? He stood there for a moment, gawking at the boy in pleasant shock. "Well? Hurry and get it before I lose my appetite!"
~♤~
"Jimin.." Jin called out to him quietly as he cut an onion on the kitchen counter. "You can't just avoid him forever. He's gonna wonder where you are."
"Let him wonder." Jimin was slouched over the servant dining table. "He wonders about a lot of things so it doesn't matter if he wonders where I am." Jin began cutting the onion faster, frustration building in his lungs.
"Jimin you understand that Yoongi doesn't give a flying--" he thought about his words carefully, remembering how he'd scolded Jimin about it the other day. "He doesn't care what happened, he just wants you to be there for him, you're the only friend he has in the world, he doesn't trust anyone but you, dummy."
"Yeah..." Jimin dwelled on it a little. "...but when I look at him, he's... he's basically so much more than I will ever be, I'm not worthy of him, he isn't... UGH I CAN'T EXPLAIN!"
"What can't you explain?" Jimin flinched at the sound of his master's chocolatey voice. Namjoon stood behind Yoongi's wheelchair, annoyed. The child hadn't stopped criticising his choice of footwear in the ten minutes he'd given up to wheel him over to the servant kitchen. They'd first gone over to the dining room, but since there was no sign of Jimin there, Namjoon was ordered to take him to wherever Jimin might be.
"Hyung?" Jimin's voice trembled, Yoongi was smiling at him. He missed him terribly when he wasn't there but at the same time, Jimin felt a pang of awkwardness. He'd already gone and said he loved his master, why was he so nonchalant about it?
"Young master!" Jin jumped at the sight of the dashing young man. He was even more beautiful now than he'd actually seen, it had been at least five years since the young bachelor button had made an appearance into the servant kitchen. It was basically unheard of for him to have been allowed into Jin's kitchen, too noisy and messy a place for such a delicate button. "What brings you to our kitchen of all of the rooms in this house?"
"I'd like to eat with you." Yoongi showed the gums above his teeth as he imagined Jin's delicious cuisine on his taste buds. "I hear from a very dear friend of mine that you have a lot of talent with the culinary arts." His gaze went back to the now blushing Jimin.
"Uh.." Jin blinked a few times. "Yah, Jimin." He tapped Jimin on the shoulder and tried hard not to look like a fool. "That is Min Yoongi isn't it?" But unfortunately, looking a fool in front of someone so powerful was but an easy task.
"Yah pabo." Namjoon scoffed. "This guy's the real thing, White Bachelor Button on wheels right here." He pointed to Yoongi's ebony hair.
"Nice to see you head chef." Yoongi bowed in his wheelchair. "If you don't mind, before we have something to eat, I'd like to have a few words with Jimin." Jimin jumped and closed his eyes, preparing for the worst.
"Ah," Jin eyed Jimin as he wiped his hands off with a dish cloth. "Yes of course, let's go Namjoon." He pushed the landscape artist out of the kitchen and shut the door behind him, leaving the two adolescent teenagers alone...
