"Father in heaven has a plan for us all"
"Life isn't something one should take for granted"
In which Yoongi takes in an angel faced stranger with no intention of keeping him clean.
Credits to @bangderp for the idea
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The walk back to Yoongi's house was an awkward one, the homeless man had agreed to go with him but it wasn't like he was the best conversationalist in the world, he hadn't the slightest clue as to what to say. "Umm..." not a good start but at least Yoongi was trying to make conversation with the prettiest boy he'd ever really laid eyes on. "So... do you have a name I could call you by?" the young man turned his head under the small umbrella covering them as the heavyweight rain continued to fall.
"Jimin..." Yoongi blinked a few times, awing at the high-pitched voice that had just escaped the homeless person's lips. All this time he expected it to be a little lower than that, but he was even more satisfied hearing him talk when he was actually listening, and not trying to reel in heavy breaths of air. On top of this, the name Jimin suited him perfectly. Short, sweet and it made Yoongi's heart flutter, the way he said it. It wasn't anything special, but Yoongi was sure he felt his heart skip a beat as he said it.
"ahh, Jimin..." Yoongi chuckled, smitten by him already. "My name's Yoongi."
"nice to finally get to talk to you." Jimin beamed, it was as if he was waiting for Yoongi to make the first move. "A-are you my hyung or...?" he looked straight into Yoongi's eyes as he smiled curiously, bringing a tinge of pink to Yoongi's cheeks.
"that depends, how old are you?" Yoongi scratched the back of his head, suddenly unable to make eye contact.
"I'm 17." Jimin answered.
"oh, I'm 19 so I'm your hyung." Yoongi chirped, smirking slightly. Pause. Did I just chirp? Yoongi thought to himself, it had been a while since he'd ever sounded remotely enthusiastic in front of another human being, one day Yoongi just found his inspiration and motivation had reduced. Maybe it was a side effect of getting your heart broken by someone you thought would never do something as traumatic as that...
~♤~
Not even a name or a number, Yoongi just straight out asked him if he wanted to eat something with him. "Dinner" was what he called it and the young man almost shook with fear with the sudden request, but it was better than the other requests he'd been asked. There were words he'd never even come across in his life time, both men and women would ask as they passed by: "wanna hook up for $10?", "wanna go for a quickie in the alley?" or even "how much for a blowjob?". The young homeless man didn't know the meaning of these words until he got especially curious and went with a teenager into the alley way to find out. He asked her nicely, "what's a blowjob?" and she tried to show him, but the young male didn't seem to oblige with it, since he yelped out of the alley barely pulling his pants back on.
Yoongi led the grubby looking Jimin into his house, unlocking the door to find several pairs of sneakers littered messily by the doorway. Jihoon, Yoongi thought and marched into the living room – Jimin hopped behind him with nervousness in his step – where his brother was surely draped on the sofa, along with a rabbit toothed boy playing a game on his cracked iPhone. "Yah Kwon Jihoon." He said monotonously. Jihoon perked up at the sound of his name.
"What?" he asked lazily, mouth hanging open as he set eyes on the pretty boy behind his older brother, who was also drenched to the bone. "God hyung you're soaking wet! What happened, you brought an umbrella this morning."
"Look alive, we have a guest." Yoongi ignored the comment and pointed a thumb to the man in soiled clothing. "hey Kookie." He greeted Jihoon's best friend. Jungkook only offered a half-hearted wave of his hand, he refused to look away from his phone. The kid was probably getting close to leveling up. "Come upstairs and have a shower, I'll get you some clothes to change into ok?" the homeless man nodded and pinched at Yoongi's school blazer as they climbed the stairs to Yoongi's territory.
"Yah—Yah!" Jihoon raced after them after falling off the sofa in shock, that person's gonna shower where I shower?! He stopped at the bottom of the stairs when they'd eventually halted half way up the steps. "What the hell?! Who is that?!" Jihoon screamed, feeling intruded in his own household. Yoongi leaned his head backwards and took another deep breath. It seemed he was taking a lot of those today. He turned to Jimin and smiled sincerely.
"Go upstairs and find the shower room, I'll be right with you." He pushed Jimin up and scooted down the stairs, his smile immediately turning into a scowl as he looked down at his younger brother.
"So?" Jihoon pried. "Who is that?"
"That's Jimin and before you ask, he's not my next hook up." The blond headed male carded his fingers in his wet hair.
"That doesn't clear anything up, you just said you'd 'be right with him'." The fifteen-year-old musician smirked as he witnessed his brother getting vexed at the situation in front of him. His brother had taken home a plethora of different people, ranging from hot grown men to experimental young girls, if not his age then younger. There was one time Yoongi had drunkenly brought home a woman twice his age who had supposedly been lonely since her husband had cheated on her, and Yoongi offered to be her outlet.
"That's not what I meant." Yoongi shook his head vigorously as he regretted his choice of words immediately.
"What's he doing here then?" Jihoon folded his arms across his torso. "He practically shouts homeless, if not for that angel face." The pink headed male looked up the stairs to check if Jimin was still looking for the bathroom.
"he is homeless." Yoongi whispered. Jihoon almost fainted with annoyed disbelief.
"Hyung what are you doing bringing a homeless man into our house?!" Jihoon was all the more annoyed when Yoongi ran his fingers through his hair in irritation, seeing no reason as to why he would be the least bit petulant, he's the one who'd brought the homeless person into their household of his own accord, it was only right that Jihoon was just a little annoyed with his older brother.
"Jihoon, I'll give you all the details about this another time ok?" Yoongi sighed, suppressing the desire to smack his brother across the face. He wasn't fond of being questioned so frantically, it made him uncomfortable. Your house isn't a place you wanted to be uncomfortable in. "I have to take care of something." He ran up the stairs and entered his room, leaving Jihoon exasperated at the bottom of the stairs. He stormed into the kitchen, hoping Jin would serve better company than his secretive brother.
Meanwhile, Yoongi was rummaging his underwear drawers for clean underwear. Once he'd found some, he moved onto his closet, in search of home wear for his houseless guest.
"Um..." Jimin's voice, chimed in his ears as he turned around to look at him.
"You're done showering?" Yoongi was looking down at the pyjamas he'd picked out when he looked up to find a spectacle to behold, a sight Yoongi probably wasn't ready for or even expecting. "I have clothes here for—" He suddenly stopped midsentence as he stared down at Jimin, or more like Jimin's washboard abs. Perfectly sculpted and impossibly well kept. He took in the sight of Jimin's milky white skin as well, since he was outside all the time, he hadn't expected that his skin was so well maintained in the presence of all the elements. It was scary how a ten-minute shower could change one's outer appearance, Jimin's face had been formerly grubby and dirty, but a few scrubs of soap in the right places revealed a fair, almost pale complexion. Still, he wasn't quite as pale as Yoongi.
"Are you ok?" Jimin approached him, inspecting Yoongi's reddened cheeks and his downward gaze. He had been quiet for at least two minutes with his mouth hanging open, Jimin was beginning to get worried with the awkward silence surrounding them.
"Y-yeah..." Yoongi shook himself back into reality and threw the clothes in the now even hotter homeless person. "Put some clothes on." Yoongi exited his room, closing the door behind him, the vacant and shocked expression not leaving the expanse of his face.
