| Returning The Favour || Yoonmin |

Ch10 ~ Roasted...

Jimin awed at the amount of food on display as he felt his mouth water for the first time in ages, centuries it seemed since he was exposed to such an array of stomach rumbling aromas and beautiful exhibitions of Korean cuisine. Had he been on the streets as long as he was? It had been mere months, not that long and yet, he found himself looking eagerly at the food in front of him as if he'd never felt so desperate for food in his entire life-which he probably hadn't. He scanned the dinner table in such wonder and delight that he'd forgotten the initial purpose of food, also hadn't noticed the four other boys who were staring at him with the desperate urge to tell him it was ok to eat the food placed in front of him.

"Have you never seen food before?" Jihoon said finally, tired of seeing someone look so desperately at the food. He knew Jin was good at cooking, but it didn't seem to him that Jimin was going to ingest any of its deliciousness if he didn't hurry up and dig in, he would hate for the food to get cold in the process of this man being in too much awe to eat.

"Hoonie!" Jin intervened quickly.

"What?" Jihoon looked accusingly at him, finding nothing in what he just said offensive. "We were all thinking it." He looked down at his food and took in a mouthful of rice before sipping in a spoonful of soup. Yoongi sighed at his brother's rudeness, trying to stop himself from slapping some sense into him before their mother found out how rude he'd gotten in the time she was away.

"I can eat?" Jimin asked, finally saying something for the first time in front of everyone. "really?"

"O-of course you can." Yoongi smiled, taking a minute to urge him into eating. He found himself momentarily flustered when he heard the homeless man asking for permission to eat, the look in his untainted eyes, the wonder that was contained in those dilated pupils, it was heaven to look at. "Jin's a great cook, he's here most nights to cook for us when he can." He took a spoonful of rice and attempted to feed Jimin. He only looked at it in a polite, sceptical way, but Yoongi only insisted he tasted some of it, so he had no choice but to eat. As the food hit his taste buds, he felt an immense zing of electricity run up his spine, the different flavours of the cuisine melting in his mouth as he blinked a few times to process the goodness in his mouth.

"This is where you start chewing." Jihoon didn't look away from his food, but he knew for a fact that Jimin hadn't started chewing since no munching noises were coming from him or anyone else, they were all occupied with watching him indulge in good food for the first time. Yoongi almost heaved with anger as he threw a glare at his younger brother.

"Hoonie." Jin smiled at him, but the seriousness in his voice was evident. Jin had had it up to here with his rudeness toward Jimin. Honestly, Jimin had done nothing wrong and he didn't deserve to be talked to like that, especially since Jimin was older than he was. "I'm going to say this once, and only once... shut your God damn mouth if you're not gonna spout anything pleasant. Jimin is a guest and you have no right to be treating him like that. What would your mother say if she heard you saying such ghastly things to someone you just met?" Jihoon grumbled, but did as he was told, his mother would have been appalled for sure. Jin was terrifying when he was angry, and he didn't like to be provoked either so you only dug a deeper hole for yourself by fighting back.

Yoongi was relieved to have someone on his side, since his brother and Jungkook weren't going to oblige. Jin always had his back, it had become second nature since the start of their friendship. Jin had his back when he needed him, while Yoongi did his best to do the same.

"It's so good." Jimin said with a full mouth. Jin and Yoongi awed at his sincere compliment.

"See?" Yoongi cooed. "I told you he was good." Yoongi relished in the sight of the guests twinkling eyes. It had probably been a long time since Jimin had tasted good food, probably months since he was placed in front of a table with food spread across it for him to eat. He felt proud he was someone he could share a meal with even if they'd only just met.

"Well, what can I say? I have a talent for the culinary arts." He said with a hint of 'show off' in his voice, as he flipped an imaginary weave with his weird looking fingers. They weren't a bad weird, it was an unusual weird, Jimin had never set eyes on such big hands that curled at the top. Saying that, with the elements surrounding him and the difficulty of homeless living, he wasn't sure if he even paid attention to the shape of one's hands.

It was like he was always straining them. Jungkook snickered at his gesture, also mocking his arrogant nature when it came to cooking. Jin turned to him with an offended glare embedded in his eyes, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance. Yoongi could feel the anguish building up in his best friend and he sure as hell wasn't going to get involved since he wasn't prepared to take a verbal ass whooping from Jin, of all people.

"What are you laughing at," Shit Jungkook thought, he was in for it. you fucking antisocial video game addict? Lookin' like your mom just pulled you outta her fucking womb with her bare fucking hands 'cuz the doctor couldn't pull you out with that big ass fucking head of yours. What the fuck is up there huh? A whole load of video game fucking theories that you think might be true? If I wanted I could pull out all your darkest secrets, right here right now, but there ain't enough fucking salt in the world to cover the saltiness you'll get after I say that so I ain't saying shit, as long as you keep your butters, fart breath mouth shut the fuck up." Jin couldn't have said the f word more in that rant. Jungkook scowled at the eldest male at the table. He contemplated whether he wanted to answer that or just carry on eating, decided on the latter when Yoongi shook his head in the corner of his eyesight. "that's what I thought." He eyed Jungkook harshly before he proceeded to take a bite out of his own bowl.

"So..." Yoongi looked back at Jimin, sensing the tense, terrified look on his angelic cranial structure. "Anyone up for desert...?"

~♤~

Once the tension had died down somewhat, the four high school boys decided to get some answers from him. Information on a homeless man. They were all curious to know what sort of background he was, besides the fact that he was homeless, they didn't know much else about him. So they decided some investigation was needed.

"So," Jin started, joining his hands on the table with his chin resting on the back of his knuckles. "Jimin, what's your full name?"

"Park Jimin." He answered with a mouth full of rice and kimchi stew.

"Do you have any hobbies?"

"I like to sing..." Jimin smiled as he flushed a little. Yoongi found it cute, his stare hadn't wavered from him since he got into the room with an oversized t-shirt and sweat pants on. It was only when he walked down the stairs with those heaven-sent sweats on that Yoongi realised what a booty the homeless person was sporting. Who was this guy? Perfect body, perfect attitude, kind of heart... the guy was practically an angel with no wings.

"Where do you live?" Jihoon asked insensitively, earning him a slap to the back of his head. This then caused his head to plummet face first into his food... almost, he got his balance with great difficulty. Yoongi could feel his blood boiling at the shock, his brother was being purposely hurtful with his word, obviously something about the guest was bothering him. The question he asked next, didn't help his case. More hindered it, he'd practically dug a deeper grave with it. "what was that for?!"

"What did I just say about not spouting unpleasant things?!" Jin said sternly before turning back to Jimin, who had stopped chewing his food. The hurt in his eyes was evident from the way they drooped like a sad puppy. "I'm sorry Jimin, he didn-" Jin was cut off by Yoongi's abrupt stance, his chair screeching as the force of his standing position had caused the chair to fall back with a bang against the hard wood floor. Jihoon didn't look afraid, but he was hiding the fear under his skin as he pretended the noise hadn't just startled him shitless.

"Kwon Jihoon..." Yoongi said in a low voice, an eerily scary voice, one that Yoongi always used when he was on the brink of blowing up and beating something to the point of extinction. His younger brother was always intimidated by this. "A word?" He walked himself out of the room while Jihoon waited a few moments, looking to Jungkook with a half-terrified look. Jungkook wanted to say something, he wanted to stop Yoongi from telling him off and defend him until he knew Jihoon was ok... but he knew his best friend was in the wrong this time. So as much as he didn't want to, he signalled for Jihoon to follow him.

Once the door was closed, Yoongi looked at Jihoon with an intense, paralysing stare, his arms folded on his upper torso as he continued throwing daggers with his look alone. He looked away, not having the courage to look into his icy glare. What was so special about this guy anyway? He hadn't ever gotten this huffed about any other guest sitting at the table.