| Returning The Favour || Yoonmin |

Ch12 ~ Listen...

(+) Didn't read over this one so bare with the spelling mistakes? I'll fix 'em later. Enjoy!

Yoongi trailed back to the dining area and plopped himself back down on the chair he was sitting in before he gave his brother a firm talking to. He wondered what his mother would say when he told her that one of her vases were now history, wondered how much money it was when she bought it, he even wondered if he could pay it off when he got a proper job. the three who were left on the table halted the consumption of their meals for what seemed like the thousandth time that night, and looked to Yoongi for an explanation. What exactly happened out there? What was that loud crash? Did you break something? Is Hoonie ok?

"Hyung..." Jungkook spoke up, but Yoongi didn't even move. Talking to his brother like that got him more exhausted than he normally was, and Yoongi barely got any sleep most nights due to his insomnia. "...is he ok?" stupid question Yoongi thought.

"What do you think?" Yoongi lifted his head from the leaning post on the chair he was sitting on, eyes still closed as he stared into the yellow light leaking past his eyelids.

With that, Jungkook knew what was wrong. He lifted himself off his seat in the dining room and rushed up the stairs to Jihoon's room. They watched him go, knowing he was the only one who could really try anything at this point, only person who could get him to even apologise to his older brother as well as their guest.

"Are you ok?" Jimin chimed, making Yoongi jump at the sound of his angelic voice. He didn't know he could be swayed so easily by the sound of his voice, but the gummy smile he'd hidden for so long finally made an appearance as he assured the younger boy he was ok... he didn't know about Jihoon though.

"I'm fine..."

"I'll um..." Jin got to his feet, noticing the warmth in the atmosphere, realised it was best he wasn't in the dining area at that moment. "I guess I'll get the dessert..."

"Actually," Jimin interrupted his journey to the kitchen. "I think I should be heading out... it's getting awfully late and I'm pretty sure you'd all like to get to bed now." He made his way to the door, only to have his wrist pulled back by a very desperate looking mess of a person.

"No!" Yoongi screamed, a little too loudly, making both boys at the table look at him questioningly. "I mean..." he coughed. "We haven't even had dessert yet, and it's cold outside at this time... wouldn't you rather stay here? Where it's warm?" Yoongi was lowkey begging him to stay over. He didn't want a boy that possessed such beauty to be scorned by the harsh treatment of the elements any longer. Jimin didn't deserve it. He was too kind hearted and naive to brave the cold outdoors, not to mention what kind of immense courage it took for Yoongi to bring him all the way to his house and the fight he'd had with his brother on the same night.

"Um..." Jimin was at a loss for words. Why did this person want him to stay so badly? He was merely a person of the streets, a person who scavenged for food and eventually gave it away to someone who hadn't eaten that whole day. He wasn't expecting for someone to treat him so well... he hadn't gotten that since he was kicked out of his father's house.

"He's asking you to stay Jimin..." Jin cut in. "We don't want you out there when it's cold and dangerous... just one night?" Jin hoped he would accept.

Jimin thought about it for a second, watching the hopeful look in Yoongi's eyes. He really wants me to stay... that's new...