Writing About Love

Safe Haven

Jimin didn't last long, moping around in Yoongi's room, before he caved and called Taehyung. Namjoon had been found but Yoongi said that there were a few things they needed to get sorted before they came home and Jimin couldn't stomach the idea of several more hours alone in the torn up apartment. Taehyung would at least keep him company while he cleaned up.

After their conversation, Jimin stretched and removed himself from the bed that Yoongi's scent clung to, regardless of how little he slept in it. He pulled off his outer layers until he was dressed in a simple t-shirt and went to the closet to dig around. There were several items that he had never seen Yoongi wear and still bore tags but he wanted to have something that reminded him of the good times. There was a sweater he used to favor that he hoped Yoongi still had. It was grey and oversized on both of them but it was soft to the touch and it always pulled looks out of Yoongi that always made Jimin think he was projecting his want onto the other. It was nice to know that it wasn't just him imagining things but he was too occupied trying to dig to revel in the feeling that had been persistently there for the past few days.

There was a black duffle in the bottom left corner that looked stuffed and he eyed it for a moment before grabbing it. He half expected it to be heavy, full of secrets that Yoongi tried to hide away but it just seemed to be clothes. He took it to the bed and unzipped it, spilling it's contents across the surface before letting the bag drop to the floor.

It was full of his clothes. His old clothes that he had never been brave enough to ask Yoongi for after he had left. They weren't thrown away or burned like he had expected. Instead, they were all clean and looked to have been folded. He imagined Yoongi meticulously doing it and packing away his memories of Jimin into this small bag to be pushed away but not discarded. The sweater he had been looking for was at the bottom of his pile and looked to be the only thing not folded up. Yoongi had always complained about Jimin stealing his clothes and stretching them out but Jimin always brushed him off.

"Jimin, come on. I'm not going to have any t-shirts that fit if you keep stealing them." Jimin had flashed him the puppy dog eyes and Yoongi let out an exasperated sigh. "You should just bring your own clothes here just in case. You sleep over enough."

"I have my own clothes here. I just like yours better."

"Then go shopping and buy clothes like mine."

"But yours are already worn in." Yoongi just rolled his eyes. They had this argument at least once a week.

"Whatever." He found a grey long sweater he faintly remembered washing recently and tossed it towards Jimin.

"This one's so big. It won't fit right."

"I'm not letting you stretch more of my clothes." Yoongi turned to face the computer again but only got about halfway across the room before Jimin sidled up next to him and he could feel hot breaths brushing over the little hairs on his neck. Jimin pushed his arms up and next thing he knew, he was wearing the soft material with Jimin. Jimin's arms wrapped around his stomach and his breathing stuttered.

"See. It's too big. Both of us fit.

Namjoon had opened the door to ask a question about dinner but saw the scene laid out before him and his eyebrows shot up above his hairline but he didn't broach the topic. Even though Jimin pitched a fit over it, he ended up wrapped up in the sweater most lazy days at the apartment and Yoongi always reminded him it was his and not to get too attached.

Seeing it in the mess of other clothes showed him that it had been his. The memories were too vivid and Yoongi wanted nothing to do with it until now. Jimin smiled as he thought about his plan to seduce the other as he slipped out of his last layer and into the soft sweater. It exposed his collarbone and parts of his shoulder when he wasn't moving but as soon as he began swishing around and getting accustomed to it once more he realized it could be used off of the shoulder as well.

The door sounded and he jumped out of his reverie and pulled everything back into place. Taehyung was sure to make fun of him but he was determined to keep his chin held up. He had forgotten the state of the place but he pushed it to the back of his mind as he was eager to bring Tae in and get started on cleaning up again so he could implement his shaky plan to destress Yoongi when he finally got home.

Tae's face was smiling when his eyes met Jimin's but as soon as he got inside, Jimin saw the smile drop and a look of horror cross his features.

"Tae, it's not that bad. I swear. You don't even have to help clean, I just wanted company." But there was no response. He stepped in front of his best friend and saw the shakes racking his figure. Taehyung was on the floor before he could catch him and worry took over Jimin. Tae often had panic attacks in new situations but he could usually control them and unless someone did something that reminded him too much of his father, he would move on in a matter of minutes. Even when Jimin had pinned him and triggered the attack a few days earlier, Taehyung hadn't reacted like this. He wasn't sure what he could do without the medication or his inhaler and he couldn't remove Tae from the situation as he didn't know what was causing it.

"Tae, please, wake up." He felt hot tears pouring down his face as Taehyung curled up into a ball on the floor, shutting out everything besides his rocking. Jimin couldn't take it and sprinted into Yoongi's bedroom and searched for his phone. It only took a minute to dial the numbers but it seemed like hours. The phone rang and rang to no answer and he quickly ended it before the voicemail and dialed Namjoon's phone. "Please, please, please," it was his mantra and nothing could break it until he got a connection to the other line. When the older man didn't answer he ran back into the hallway and grabbed blankets and a pillow from the closet.

It took him a minute to situate Taehyung and then he curled up around him as best as he could with the other not coherent enough to help the process. He dialed Yoongi again and prayed he would answer this time.

It was another ten minutes before he finally got a call back and he frantically tried to express what he wanted but his tears wouldn't subside enough to speak properly. "Yoongi, where have you been? I need help, it's Tae, please, oh god."

"Calm down, what's happened?" His head was spinning but he knew it wasn't Yoongi. Had something bad happened on his end as well? What if he couldn't get here fast enough?

"Nam-Namjoon? You have to get here."

"Where are you? What's wrong?"

"It's Taehyung. I'm at your house. He's passed out. Just please get here." It took a few moments to get the sentences out but Namjoon assured him they'd be there as soon as possible. The prospect of help being on the way eased some of the knot in his stomach but he still felt fresh tears welling up. Taehyung had calmed down a bit but he hadn't re-entered the world they lived in. Jimin began talking to try to distract himself and because Tae had always told him his words were like a tether when he felt he was going to get lost to his own head.

"Taehyung, you're my best friend. I don't know what I'd ever do if you left me but I do know what I'd do to your father. What I still want to do. You keep saying you don't want me to interfere but it's already messing with us, right? So I already have the right because I'm not butting in, I'm just addressing what's happening to the both of us, if that makes sense. I'm going to kill that man if I ever see him. You don't deserve any of this. I don't know what to do and I'm scared and I don't know what to talk about but I'm going to keep going for you. I'll be your tether, Kim Taehyung, just please come back." Jimin pulled the blanket over both of their heads and it was as if a bubble formed, shielding them from outside. "You're safe with me."

He talked about anything from his days teaching dancing to confessing that he had seen the latest episode of the drama they had promised to watch together without him. The minutes dragged by slower and slower until it felt as though time was suspended. His voice faltered and the tears that had subsided began to fall again, this time silently as everything caught up to him.

It was how Yoongi, Jin, and Namjoon found them. He felt himself being lifted and carried down to a car but he didn't pay any attention to anything other than the hand intertwined with Taehyung's limp one.

"They'll take care of us now, I promise."

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