Redamancy | Yoonmin.

J I M I N.

I had been crying over the fact that no matter what I was doing, my voice wasn't improving. I didn't like crying in front of people but it seemed everybody else was progressing and I was just staying the same old Jimin. I didn't know what to do until I felt arms wrap around my waist from behind. "I don't know how to comfort you but I and the rest of the group can't do this without you," a voice muttered into my ear. It was Yoongi.

Doesn't like girls.

He.. Doesn't like girls.

What the hell, Jimin? What was that? Telling him that you bet Hoseok would be happy to hear that Yoongi likes him back.

Such an idiot.

Sighing, I pushed my fingers through my hair and roamed on over to the futon that Yoongi's mother prepared for me. They didn't have any other rooms so it was out in the living room, but it didn't bother me.

I pushed the blankets back and got in, laying my head down on the pillow and covering myself up to the point you could hardly see me. I felt like the world was crashing down on me and that every move that I made, was the wrong one. I never should have came here. Never. Why in the hell did I come here? It's not like I'm actually in love with Yoongi and I was scared of losing him.

Mentally cursing myself out, I pushed my face into the pillow until I felt the side of the futon sink down. I quickly turn my head over my shoulder and almost jump out of my skin when I saw Yoongi sitting there. "What are you doing?" I whispered-yelled at him, slowly turning on my back to look up at him.

"Jimin, I don't like Hoseok. I never will. Okay? If you must know, he's not my type," Yoongi admitted, his fingers playing with the blanket that was over me.

Oh..?

"Will you please spend the night in my bed?" He asked, but I just shook my head and turned on my side again.

"Are you.. Disgusted with me?" He whispered, but that tone of voice got to me. It made me weak. He sounded so vulnerable and that he was about to crack and you could only get just a few moments in your life when this boy actually would act this way in front of you. "No, Yoongi. I'm not. I will never be disgusted with you," I mumbled.

"Okay.. Have a nice night," he said softly, slowly standing up. I hear him start to walk back to his room, but I couldn't contain the question that had just popped up into my head. "Wait, Yoongi," I called out but made sure it was quiet and soft. I threw the blankets off of me and stood up, walking towards the hallway to his bedroom, but he had stopped and turned around when he heard his name.

"Yeah?"

"If.. If Hoseok isn't your type.. Then who is?" I asked. It was dark. Very dark. But the moonlight made everything in the house look blue. He looked blue to me. He looked beautiful to me.

Yoongi started to walk back to me, but it seemed like he took ten years. He finally stopped when there was only inches away from each other.

"You want to know what my type is?" He asked in a low whisper, and I replied with a nod. "My type is someone who is my height. Can sing beautifully. Has a similar dressing style. Has this smile that makes his eyes squint up. Laughs at everything. Hides his hands behind his sleeves, even when performing. Oh.. Yeah, my type is an idol, too. Also, this amazing dancer," Yoongi said, but his voice gave me goosebumps. He was so close that I couldn't tell if I was smelling him, or if it was his sweatshirt that I was wearing.

"Have you," I started, but cleared my throat out of nervousness. "Have you met someone like that?" I asked, and he nodded. "Who?"

"You," he whispered.

My lips parted and I just stared at him. I couldn't bring myself to say anything. My whole body was vibrating on the inside and my whole face, my neck, my ears had turned a deep red. There were a few beats of silence between us before I finally decided to speak. "Me?" I asked.

"You," he replied and then took that one last step to me and slid his slender fingers along my cheeks, our lips suddenly crashing together in a kiss. At first, it threw me off. My heart was beating extremely hard against my chest, but my eyes had closed and I found myself kissing him back.

I was.. I was kissing Min Yoongi.

Min fucking Yoongi.

My skin was tingling, our lips moving together in sync. His hands were still on my face, but mine stayed at my side because I had no experience - nor any idea what to do with them.

When our lips parted, he pressed his forehead against mine and refused to move his hands. I could feel him breathing against my still parted lips. Even they were tingling and I was scared to move because I secretly didn't want this to end. When I blinked my eyes open, so did he and we just looked at each other from such close proximity.

"Please, Jimin. Come to bed with me," He whispered.

I just nodded.

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