Fragile

Jimin sat on his seat. The bell had been rung about half hour ago and there was no other in the class. He tapped on the table as he was lost in his thought, making the only sound echoing in the room monotonously.

He looked at his phone anxiously as it vibrated several times. There was a name he'd wished to show up, finally. But soon enough his increasing heartbeat felt sickening as just one cold clause he got.

From: Gukkie ♥
I'm here.

To: Gukkie♥
Wait a momenttt

He stood up a second later, backpack had already clung on his shoulder since before. His phone buzzed once again and Jimin chewed on his lower lips, not sure if it would be fine to open the message. Jimin pressed the notification just before he reached the end of the aisle. His steps stopped for a second.

From: Gukkie ♥
Hurry or I'll leave.

Jimin clenched on the hem of his sweater as he pocketed his phone. He was just going to pretend that it was rather "I'm waiting for you."

***

"Hi," he tried to smile. Jeongguk smiled slightly and started walking before Jimin, hands on his pockets like he made a bubble for himself. It almost been two weeks since the last time they went home together. It felt like it was just yesterday. He tried to warm up the atmosphere but it seemed like Jeongguk didn't want to response.

They took a train to reach home, sitting side by side, shoulders bumped to each other but no conversation at all. Jimin tried to see his reflection in the younger's eyes. He was trying to figure something out. He didn't know what in Jeongguk's mind but everything seemed so strange for him. Jeongguk usually tease him. He liked to make fun, to be noisy. He used to talked to Jimin about everything in his mind, treating him special by telling dry jokes or silly things. But right now Jimin felt nothing but an ordinary person, getting cold shoulder that Jeongguk usually give to other people.

Jimin tapped on his thigh. At least it was a habit to catch some attention from the younger but seemed useless.

"What are you doing?" Jeongguk mumbled flatly, his eyes still locked on trees outside the window. He didn't even glance for a millisecond.

Jimin pulled his hand away. Remembering Yoongi accidentally was quite worse. It was actually his habit to touch Jimin's thigh, not in sexual tension and felt comfortable instead. His heart was broken a little bit more.

***

Jimin hadn't said any word since the last hi. When he had reached home, he said thank you and received only a nod as a response. Jimin waited in front of the gate as Jeongguk was busy with his gadget for a couple minutes. "Take care," he said weakly as Jeongguk lifted his head. He didn't saw his eyes even once that day. He turned around and leave while waving his hand. No word.

Jimin opened the gate with awful feeling. He really had an urge to ask what's the matter between them. They were alright. At least that was what Jimin thought they were. What did he do wrong?

Jimin laughed miserably as he stepped into the house. "Who am I to Jeongguk?" He asked himself while closing the door. "We are less than lovers," he frowned disdainfully for himself as a teardrop escaped from the corner of his eye.

"Yet more than friends."

Jimin held his breath as he heard a very familiar voice. It has been so long he hadn't heard it before.

"Hyung," Jimin whispered, surprised but didn't really sound like. A pair of arms hugged him from behind and Jimin didn't move an inch to refuse, fingers still holding the knob.

"I'm the one who love you."

Jimin closed his eyes. "You shouldn't come here for me. I don't deserve you."

"I couldn't stop your tears so I don't deserve you too," Yoongi buried his face in the crook of the latter's neck. His breathy sigh caressed Jimin's skin mildly. "You may said we don't deserve each other but-"

"Hyung, you're my bestfriend's boyfriend."

"Jeongguk loves Taehyung, Jim." Yoongi straightened himself then turned Jimin to face him. "Why make it so complicated as if you don't know that?" His rough palm cupped one of his cheek and Jimin couldn't held his tears any longer. It's dripping down his cheek silently.

"What should I do?" Jimin's voice barely came out. He was only mouthing the question while trying to stop his hiccup.

"Let go," Yoongi said like he didn't need to think to answer. He stepped closer as Jimin leaned backward for support, trapping the younger between his body and the door. He breathed hot air, noticing Jimin's eyes closing slowly and his cheeks blushing slightly. There's clutch on his shirt and Yoongi couldn't avert his gaze from Jimin's chewing lips habit. It looked more tempting when he got nervous.

"Then date me already." Yoongi said between the soft kiss right on the lips.

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Okay, so this drabble had been there in my phone notes since several years ago and i just noticed it after my phone broke. It's kinda plotless. Well, sorry, I just want you to know how it feels to have a feeling for someone who can't treat you well. There's another one better but you can't just simply command your heart. So..... I don't know if this would be continued, especially if no one getting interested. I hope you enjoy, anyway.

Regards,
Z.