Jin had been avoiding Namjoon every day since that incident in the kitchen, doing everything he could to excuse himself from his suffocating presence. He even went so far as ditching lunch times with him to have lunch with the other employees within the Min household. Jimin was kindly helping him out in the kitchen, pots and pans delved with soon to be delicious cuisines and the small deserts laid out on the table with temptation following them at the birth of their tasty creation. Jin hadn't said a word about the other day, it was as if he had completely voided his pretty little head of the event that occured with the young bachelor button (as well as the conversation he'd had with the gardener), since he was wallowing over how stupid he was to even pick a fight with such a powerful heir in his midst. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he knew that he wanted to keep his love for Namjoon a secret. It wasn't right for him to be having those feelings for another man, even though he was entirely on board with Jimin and Yoongi being together as a couple. He didn't think that it was right for himself. He didn't think he should be so obsessed with the landscape artist... at least not the way he was.
"Hyung..." Jimin said cautiously as he approached Jin with a dirty saucepan. He was standing at the sink doing a load of dishes the dish washer had failed to accomplish. He'd claimed he was sick and unable to do as he normally did, leaving Jin in the kitchen to clean up his own mess.
"Yes Jiminie?" He answered. "If it's about me doing dishes, Youngshil couldn't make it today." He smiled, happily scrubbing off the excess oil on the wok he'd previously cooked fried rice in.
"No, it's not about the dishes..." looked away from his hyung as he set the saucepan down beside him, a quiet tap following as it hit the wet surface. "...it's about... um, the other day, with Yoongi Hyung..." he couldn't have retreated to the back of the counter faster, he resembled a shorter, more Asian looking Usane Bolt, high on speed (the drug not how fast something/some one goes), hoping he wouldn't get verbally slated after he asked such an insensitive question. He knew he shouldn't have even thought to interfere, but he was just so concerned about why he would act that way towards an official, his favourite official at that.
Jin stopped washing the oily wok and looked outside, as if by pure luck, his eyes were blessed by none other than the man he'd longed to be with. Namjoon was checking on the azaleas with a watchful eye, hoping to see if they'd grown a little since he'd planted them the week or so before, he wanted to water them with the new hose he'd attained from the Min family. "I-I..." he paused, looking over at Namjoon once again while he smiled at the green free soil "I don't know what you're talking about..." he forced himself to carry on scrubbing the wok, a more violent motion now.
"But you do!" Jimin insisted. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, you're just denying everything cuz you think it's wrong!" Jimin had hit the nail right on the head with that statement, Jin had been brought up to believe that homosexual relationships were wrong in terms of romance, brought up to believe it was always supposed to be a man and a woman in a relationship... nothing else. But when he saw Jimin and Yoongi longing for each other with such a immense desperation, he knew deep in the depths of his heart and mind that love had no gender... he just didn't want to admit it. He felt like he was letting his parents down by giving into his emotions, all the years of ramming the unholy statement: 'homosexuality is wrong' in his head, all gone to pot because he fell for a man instead of a woman.
"But I don't..." he said firmly, not even making eye contact with Jimin as he carried the now clean wok to one of the cupboards. "I haven't the slightest clue." He leaned on the counter, his actions completely juxtaposing his words. He looked so defeated.
"Hyung, stop being so stubborn!" Jimin whined as he emerged from the back of the counter, pulling at the shiny black strands of his hair.
"What do I have to be stubborn about?" he feigned innocence.
"Stop denying it!" Jimin was near his breaking point. "You're in love with Namjoon hyung! Why can't you just admit it?!"
"Because I haven't got a clue what you're talking about..." he felt a lump forming in his throat as he heard it explicitly uttered for the first time. "I'm... I'm not in love with the gardener..."
"See?" Jin's stutter and difficulty saying the sentence had just proved his point. "You can't even complete a sentence to do with this subject without hesitating! Because you're in love with him! You can't even look out of the window without looking for his smiling face and smiling along with him when he tends to the plants!" he smiled with triumph as he walked over to the window, Namjoon had just left the garden falling victim to the spring cold. "But you don't like that you like him so you're denying it."
"Stop analyzing me!" Jin pushed past with a hard shoulder as he looked to the pot full of meat and vegetables. "I'M NOT IN LOVE WITH THE GARDENER!" he stormed out of the kitchen, pushing past Namjoon in the corridor with tears brimming in his eyes.
"Hyung?" Namjoon called after him, but Jin acted as though he hadn't heard anything. "Hyung what's wrong?!" he called again.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Namjoon jumped back at the sudden rise in volume from his voice, but he couldn't just leave him.
"Jimin what's wrong with him?" Namjoon asked in an anxious voice, his heart beating fast with worry as he looked in the direction Jin had rushed to.
"I think you might wanna go and talk to him..." Jimin suggested, coming out of the kitchen with his head bowed in guilt. He hadn't intended on upsetting Jin like that, he just wanted to make him see that he wasn't wrong for having feelings like that for another man instead of a woman. "I got things covered here." Namjoon nodded and ran after Jin.
Once he'd followed the direction Jin had struggled through, he came to an end in the corridor with two ways going either left or right, he chose left on a whim and ran some more, leading him to the front door of the Min household. He then, after fifteen minutes of rushing through every rose bush and flower bed in the Min gardens, discovered his older friend crouched down and whimpering quietly by the potted plants in the green house. He was hugging his legs with his teary face buried in his knees as his fingers joined in front of his shins.
Namjoon let out a sigh of relief before he went and sat next to him, he was close enough for him to feel him shaking with fear. It was heart breaking he didn't like being cornered likw that, didn't like being interrogated, made him feel like he was a criminal.
"Hyung?"
"What?" Jin hiccupped in a muffled voice, his face still buried in his knees.
"What's wrong?" Namjoon asked, genuinely concerned that he was so upset. "You've been acting strange lately, you're avoiding me and having lunch with the other kitchen dwellers instead of joining me in the greenhouse... did I do something to hurt you? Did I say something wrong? Did I offend you in some way? Answer me hyung, if you don't tell me I can't hel-" he didn't get to finish his sentence because Jin had grabbed his face and pressed his lips to the landscape artist's mouth, shutting him up, possibly for good this time...
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| White Bachellor Button || Yoonmin |
Fanfiction"I was born in order to die..." "Well I order you to live..." In which Yoongi has been weak since he was young and Jimin was genetically engineered to store his organs.
