Divorce House (Yoonmin)

Calm Waters Don't Last

Yoongi pov (Week 3: Thursday)

"I'll tell you everything when this week is over. I promise. Let's just go back..."

Jimin and I got back to the house around two, but we went our separate ways to get ready for bed. I opted for using the guest bathroom while Jimin took the one in our room. I was ready for bed first and just sunk into the sheets. Jimin followed a few minutes after, still looking as exhausted as ever.

The thing that I'm trying to wrap my head around is...why my heart doesn't know whether it should still be holding so much hate or if it should forget everything that's happened. It's giving mixed signals and fighting itself while my brain is working on overdrive to sort things out. When Jimin lays in bed next to me, my body reacts on its own as my arms wrap around his torso and I pull him up against my chest.

I hear him gasp before he relaxes again. I'm suprised more when he entwines his fingers with mine and heat radiates off both of our bodies. I exhale and close my eyes. Just for tonight...I'm going to forget my hate...

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Jimin pov

Waking up in Yoongi's arms felt like a tall tale. Like it would never happen again, but it did. That was probably the best sleep I had in months. Those few hours of rest gave me energy to get through the day. In some weird sense, being a taxi driver isn't so bad.

I mean, you get to listen to people talk about all the problems they have and suddenly yours don't seem as big. It makes my shoulders feel lighter knowing that Yoongi and I aren't the only ones facing impossible obstacles.

"Your welcome." I tense against the wheel at the sound of Jin's voice.

"Your welcome for what?" He lets out a soft chuckle before leaning in his seat.

"Oh, you know...making Yoongi forgive you. Restoring your relationship. That sort of thing." My face scrunches in confusion because none of that has happened.

"Yoongi still hates me." I frown at how easy that was to say; at how familiar the phrase is. It makes my heart grow heavy, realizing that I was getting ahead of myself. So what if Yoongi held me in his sleep last night? It won't last long-

"Is somebody over thinking things again?" Jin coos, making my body shiver. "Jimin, you know what I learned about you during this whole ordeal?" I shake my head, "You just need to go with the flow." He pauses to let the information sink in, before adding, "I'll check in on you again." And with that he's gone.

I lean against the head rest and rub my forehead.

So much for a peaceful day at work.

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Yoongi pov

It's finally my lunch break. Thank god! I slide my chair back and stand up about to head to the staff lounge when I notice Hoseok. I debate whether I should question him again or not, but decide against it. He's only going to make up some vague response, so why bother?

I start walking to the staff lounge and when I get there I open up the fridge to get the lunch I brought with me. It's just food I picked up from the restaurant across from us, but for some reason I find myself craving Jimin's cooking. He's not the best cook in the world, but it was the thought that count...

"I'm back from work!" I exclaim, as I kick my shoes off.

Jimin's voice travels towards me,"I'm in the kitchen and you don't have to shout!"

I smile at his comment because he just shouted too. The smell of food drifts into the kitchen as he marinated some chicken. "What are you making?" I ask as I give him a back hug and nuzzle my face into his neck.

"Yoongi that tickles." He laughs as he pushes his butt into me, trying to get me to move away, but it only makes me want to stay glued to him.

"You know grinding on me isn't going to make me release you." I tease and he pouts.

"I'm making stir fry. Now release me before I smear chicken on you face!" I instantly back away, earning an accomplished smile from Jimin. "Thanks babe, I'll call you when the food is ready." He gives me a small peck on the lips before turning back around...

How do I still remember that even though it was so long ago? I blink the thoughts from my head as Hoseok enters the room and locks the door. It's only us two as he leans against the door with his head hanging low. "Hoseok?"

"I need a place to stay." He mumbles before his eyes meet mine. In all honesty, Hoseok is a disheveled mess. His eyes have dark shadows under them and his hair looks like it got hit with bolts of electricity.  If I'm being quite honest I'm not sure if he's showered in the last few days. One thing to say the least, this is completely out of character.

"Why do you need a place to stay? What's wrong with yours?" I ask while folding my arms.

Hoseok bites down on his lips, "You're my friend right?" I roll my eyes because I've never given our relationship a title.

"I guess."

"Then, please. I'm asking as a friend...can I stay at your place for a few days? I-I need to get away for a while." It's hard for me to look at him because his eyes remind me of mine when I was homeless. The way they water and seem to hold only dispair...my pride got in the way of me asking for help, but I do wish I did...

"You can stay on one condition." Hoseok let's out the breath he's been holding.

"Anything! I don't care. What is it?" He nearly jumps for joy.

"Don't ask about the place I'm living at." He hesitates for a moment before nodding his head. "Okay, then."

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"Holy mother of! You didn't tell me you lived here! I would have asked ages ago!"

A/N yay, I updated! Hope you all enjoyed and had fun using my story to procrastinate. Don't forget to comment, vote and add to your reading list! Until next time, deuces!