| Returning The Favour || Yoonmin |

Ch17 ~ Hope...

(+) SAY THE NAME! ____________

After a few hours of constant chattering and senseless pleading, Jimin had ended up on a bus with Jin and Yoongi, on  way to a homeless shelter nearby. Yoongi had been trying his hardest (but not too hard) to get Jimin to stay at least another few nights. And even then, the homeless individual insisted that he was being a bother to the rest of the people in the house by staying. He wasn't used to the hospitality, wasn't used to people being so nice to him. It was an entirely new thing, someone had brought him home with a genuine desire to facilitate him for the night. Someone had fed him, after months of starvation in the streets and Jimin was beginning to feel as if he'd over stayed his welcome. Though, he seemed to be the only one who assumed such an absurd thought. Everyone loved having him around, Yoongi was even sure that angel faced teenager could win the likes of his stubborn younger brother over. With that face, who wouldn't want to protect him at all costs?

While Jin was passed out behind Yoongi and Jimin on the bus, the anxious musician looked over at the black-haired male next to him. Jimin was in the process of taking in how beautiful the city was, still so amazed by the cotton soft clouds and how blue the sky appeared. Probably not the city, he was really more intrigued by how high they could be on the bridges and highways, but still nowhere near touching that ceiling of blue that hung above the world they lived in. He wondered if someday he'd be able to fly up there again, maybe have Yoongi join him when they fled the country. "Are you sure you don't want to spend at least one more night at our place?" Yoongi questioned, trying to be nonchalant. He was whining in the comfort of his mind, conjecturing why Jimin was so set on leaving when they'd had such an enjoyable time together. But no one needed to know that.

The small handed teenager looked over at him, ripping his eyes away from the clear window displaying miles and miles of city life. "Hyung, I've overstayed my welcome." He giggled. "You don't even know me and you invited me into your home without hesitation."

Well, I hesitated for a long time, but you don't need to know that.

"But where the hell are you going to go?"

"Hyung, we've been through this," Jimin giggled again, this time revealing an eye smile that made Yoongi's heart skip a beat. "I'm going to the homeless shelter, you can visit anytime it's not that far away."

"But you have free food and shelter at our place."

"And so do the people at the homeless shelter." Jimin tilted his head to the side, he speculated Yoongi had grown very unusually attached to him. And although he found this cute, he couldn't live with himself if he imposed on them any longer. "If you start to miss me too much, I can come visit once and a while instead of you coming to visit me." Jimin beamed, causing Yoongi's cheeks to inconveniently glow an innocent shade of pink.

"Who said I was gonna miss you?" Yoongi mumbled as he turned away, trying to hide the blush that spread across the expanse of his normally pale cheeks. "I'm just... I don't know..." Jimin hummed in response, nodding his head.

"Well if that's the case then there's no need for you to come and visit," he said, the sodium leaking out in his voice. "I'll just come visit to see Jin hyung and Kookie." Jimin huffed playfully.

By this time, Jin had woken up and overheard the two males in front of him bickering playfully. The smile on his face widened slightly as he observed Yoongi's protective vulnerability around the angel faced human heighten. Jin didn't know what it was about the boy, but lately Yoongi's softer side had shown in a way he had never seen before. It was similar to the way the way Yoongi acted around Hyojin back when they were inseparable, but this time it seemed as if the silver headed musician was even more protective over this person than he was his younger brother. Yoongi didn't force anything (except the urge not to try something sexual) when Jimin was standing next to him, he didn't need to pretend with Jimin. Jimin had a way with Yoongi... a way that made Jin attain some hope for his best friend...

Jin finally had hope... that his best friend would love again, after years of one night stands and meaningless flings... Yoongi could potentially find love again...

~♧~

Yoongi was feeling more gaunt and exhausted than he'd normally been. When they'd dropped Jimin off at the homeless shelter two weeks before, he couldn't help but feel a slight pang of childish desire to pull him by the wrist and drag him back home. But he couldn't do that, too afraid he'd leave bruises on Jimin's perfect skin. Now that the homeless boy had gone, Yoongi's recurring nightmare had come back. That one undisturbed night was never going to come back, not for as long as he lived if he didn't take some sort of medication for it, he mentally noted to make a doctor's appointment in the next three days, maybe during the weekend since he had nothing much to do, nothing but homework he could rush the day before.

"Yoongi would you stop moping?" Jin shoved him in the arm as he leaned forward on his seat, indeed moping like a child. "Jimin's safe, you don't need to worry about him."

"I'm not worrying..." Yoongi felt his cheeks redden as the whiney feeling he had in his stomach worsened. Jin observed his posture, looked at how sullen Yoongi had seemed as soon as they'd turned back to go home after dropping Jimin off. And then he came to a realisation. Oh, you're not serious! Jin thought as he mentally pulled out the ash brown strands embedded in his scalp.

"Oh my God, you miss him." Jin gasped. Yoongi looked at him sceptically, not knowing if he was so far off the horizon of what he was feeling, or right on the bulls eye. "You fricking miss that homeless hot guy!" He would have squealed if not for the unbelievable possibility of the situation, not to mention how so far down the human societal status Jimin was.

"What are you talking about?" Yoongi groaned as he shifted his position on his chair, looking out the window.

"You–" Jin couldn't find the words to describe his theory, but he knew exactly what he was on about. "Oh my God Kwon Yoongi you're not falling for that boy, are you?!"

"Oh don't be absurd!" Yoongi finally stood upright on his chair, almost offended. Almost. "I barely know him! All I know is that he's homeless, and has a really nice set of washboard abs!" Yoongi blurted out. Jin often jumped to conclusions when it came to his best friend, since he knew that Yoongi was prone to these kinds of things.

"YOONGI YOU SAID YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"

"I DIDN'T!" Yoongi quickly defended himself. "Nothing happened! He was getting changed in my room, I walked in without knocking and boom! There he was with his white chocolate stomach, standing shirtless!" Yoongi held his face in his hands, trying to hide the blush accumulating on his cheeks. One little memory of the kid really got him riled up and miss him even more as he searched for more broken pieces of Jimin's face in his memory bank.

"So nothing happened?" Jin was somehow disappointed. Just two weeks before, he had prayed to God, Buddha, Allah and all the Gods he could think of, for Yoongi not to have tried tainting Jimin... but now it seemed as if he was more than welcoming the possibility of their sexual encounters.

"I told you, didn't I?" He felt the frustration grow in his chest, spread to his arms as he pulled at his fading silver hair. "I almost did, but he looked so pure and at peace laying there, I couldn't do anything to defile something so beautifully innocent..."

(+) Yoongi has silver hair ok? Forget what I wrote in the other chapters about how his hair was dirty blond; his hair is silver XDD