Milk boy // Yoonmin

Argument

Jimin kept following the pair outside and felt more and more embarrassed for just trailing them as they made it to the parking lot.

He could see the two laughing, which made him feel insecure. Why were they laughing? Did Yoongi enjoy Hoseok's company more than his? Had Yoongi ever laughed like that with him?

Jimin shook his head. He knew he was being unreasonable. Of course Yoongi liked Jimins company, he knew that. But doubt washed over him as Yoongi opened the car door for Hoseok, gesturing for him to enter the car.

Were they about to drive off? The thought sent Jimin into a panic. How would he get home? He hadn't brought any money for bus fare, as he'd expected to ride home with Yoongi as always. But now, Yoongi was about to enter the car as well, so Jimin had to stop him, right? Sure, Hoseok would find it suspicious, but Yoongi wouldn't leave Jimin, he was sure of it.

"Yoongi! Wait for me!" Jimin called, waving a hand in the air as he jogged over to the car, where Yoongi looked at him dumbfounded. Jimin quickly looked down at Hoseok, who just glared back at him through the car window.

"Jimin..." Yoongi seemed speechless, as if he had actually forgotten all about Jimin.

"Is there a problem?" Hoseok asked after having rolled down the window. Jimin waited to speak, hoping Yoongi would come up with a quick lie.

"No. I don't understand why Mr. Park has approached me outside office-hours." Yoongi spoke in his boss tone, which sounded more cold than usual.

"Huh?" Jimin wasn't able to say anything as complete disbelief flooded his body.

"Whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow, right? I'm off work now." Yoongi spoke again. Jimin wanted to believe that he saw guilt in the other man's eyes, but he'd be lying to himself.

"Now that it's settled, can we go?" Hoseok asked as he smirked up at Jimin.

"Yes," Yoongi answered shortly as he entered the car as well. They drove away, leaving Jimin alone in the parking lot, confused and hurt.

Jimin watched as the car disappeared in the distance. And as silence fell over him, the reality also struck him, and he realized what had just happened. The hurt he'd felt disappeared, and he felt his hands shake with anger as he tried taking deep breaths to contain himself.

Fuck Yoongi. Fuck Yoongi. Fuck Yoongi. Jimin hated him. Jimin hated Hoseok. Fuck Hoseok. He hated them both. He felt his nails bore into the palm of his hands, but he didn't care about the pain. He felt so betrayed and humiliated.

He had to calm down. Perhaps the long walk he had home would help clear his head, and lighten his mood.

And so, with that mindset Jimin began walking, trying to keep his mind off of how much he hated Yoongi right now.

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Jimin breathed out relieved. After almost two hours of walking, he'd finally made it to Yoongi's house.

He didn't feel as angry as before, but he also wasn't okay yet, and as he realized he didn't have a key and Yoongi still wasn't back home, he felt the anger flare up once again.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Jimin hissed to himself, mad at the whole world at this point. But there was nothing to do other than wait for Yoongi to come back home, so he walked up to the door and sat down on the top step.

He could barely feel his face at this point. Not only was it cold, but it was also windy, and Jimin found himself freezing as he sat there, looking stupid as he waited for the one who had left him.