Writing About Love

Company

Yoongi maneuvered Jimin throughout the rest of the day. When the sun finally set, it sent the last of the rays over a sleeping face curled up in Taehyung's bed. Jimin had been reliving the stories Taehyung had told earlier over and over since he finished and even though they parted with a smile, it didn't last for long.

"Jimin, you need to get up and eat something."

"I already did." Yoongi pulled his hands away from his face.

"That was yesterday. I'll tell you what's going to happen to Tae if you eat." He would bribe him with everything he could to get the small frame to move into the kitchen and eat some of the food Jin had left with them.

"Is Jin gone?"

"Yeah, it's just me." Jimin rolled over and caught his eyes for the first time since before they got to the hospital.

"It was my fault, Yoongi. I never asked the right questions and I thought he'd get better if we could just forget about it."

"He wasn't ready to talk about it. I'm sure he would have gone to you first if he had been but circumstances didn't allow it."

"Even Namjoon knows now. They didn't even like each other before."

"Namjoon was fine with him."

"Well he didn't like Namjoon then." Jimin was acting like a petulant child and as much as Yoongi loved him, his patience for the day and sappy confessions was at a limit.

"Jimin, get the fuck up, come on." He received a glare and Jimin rolled over to face the wall instead of Yoongi.

"No, you're being mean to me."

"I'm being myself." Yoongi crawled fully onto the bed and slid a cold hand into the back of Jimin's shirt.

"Stop!" Jimin jumped up into a sitting position and the glare fixed itself permanently to his features. "This isn't what we should be doing while Tae is reliving his worst nightmares."

"He gave me express permission to harass you until you quit moping about. The only things I'm not allowed to do are things he wouldn't." Jimin had flashbacks to all the things he had woken up to over the years and figured Yoongi had free reign.

"You wouldn't do anything mean though. You're my boyfriend now."

"That word doesn't mean anything in war." He launched himself towards Jimin and grabbed his feet before dragging him off the bed and depositing him onto the floor kicking and screaming. He jumped up on top of the other boy and gave a look of triumph. It didn't last long.

Jimin had them flipped over in a matter of seconds and Yoongi's hands were pinned above his head. Jimin wouldn't know that was exactly what Yoongi had planned though. He knew he couldn't overpower him, he just wanted Jimin to be motivated to move and he got his wish.

"I'll be nice. You can pick your punishment."

"I'll stay confined to this room for the next ten hours then." He smirked and Jimin gave him a light smack on the arm and stood up.

"Fine. I'll go eat and leave you here. Maybe I'll deign to give you food in a little bit."

"That isn't fair! Jin is my friend."

"Jin is my friend since he's Taehyung's friend now. We're a package deal."

"I only want you." Jimin offered him a hand to help him get up and they found themselves face to face.

"Flattery will get you everywhere."

"I'm glad you're so affected." Yoongi wrapped his arms around the shorter boy and touched his forehead to the other.

"You still aren't eating."

"If you bring the food in here I'll make it worth it." Jimin blushed heavily but didn't break the eye contact.

"This is Taehyung's room."

"Taehyung can wash his own sheets then." He got another smack for that but he didn't care as he closed the distance between their lips. "We haven't gotten any time to ourselves since this all happened."

"Don't take it personally. I'm sure Namjoon is having fun cleaning up his mess and Tae has to put up with Jin now." Jin had gone home with the promise to sleep before showing up two hours later with enough food to feed an army and a few sharp words to eat it all before he came back.

"I don't envy them." Jimin pressed into the kiss and they moved a few steps towards the bed before the door to the bedroom burst open.

"Guys!" Namjoon's eyes flicked to their compromising position and he had the decency to look away as they separated but not to leave the room. "Sorry, should have knocked."

"This isn't even your house. What are you doing here?"

"I didn't want to eat alone."

"You could've asked Jin to eat with you. Maybe you guys could've talked."

"I didn't want to get murdered actually. Best wait until he's less volatile." He grinned sheepishly at them.

"How did you even know my address?" Jimin pushed him backwards and into the living room again before proceeding to get the dishes from the counter and move them to the coffee table.

"Taehyung texted me."

"How'd you get his number?"

"Jin texted me." He plopped himself down on the couch and began opening containers and cracking his chopsticks open. Yoongi and Jimin shared a look.

"I think there's a plot to keep us apart." Namjoon jabbed him in the ribs but his mouth was to full to confirm anything. "And why do you guys keep injuring me? I'll be in the hospital next!"

"Don't joke about that Yoongi, just eat." A few grumbles later and he was eating.

Namjoon stayed until just past two watching movies with them and joking around. Yoongi didn't bring up the conspiracy against him and his partner again because he knew what Namjoon was feeling. He had felt the need for someone to stay with him when Jimin had locked himself into the room earlier. The horrors that Taehyung shared with them earlier that day had left them all feeling the need for positive contact and he wasn't going to deny his best friend, especially not so close to his own meltdown. Jimin and Namjoon re-bonded quickly in their teasing of him and before the end of the night they were sitting with their heads bowed together and speaking in quick words that Yoongi couldn't hope to catch. He fell asleep to the soothing voices knowing that tomorrow would bring better times.