What May Change [Min Yoongi FF]

Chapter 33

The call with my mother went about as smoothly as I could've guessed. 

There was a lot of crying and begging on her end. I stood firm in saying that I wasn't gonna join her terrible party at the discount motel and let her cart me back to America over a feud with her best friend. It was hard...nearly impossible to explain why I needed to stay without revealing the true nature of my situation- being embroiled in a mafia family dispute, gang war and all that. Instead I opted for "you promised one place to finish out school" which is why I'd fled in the first place. Things had just gotten too complicated after that.  It was meant to be a stand by me and Eunji to get our moms to make up and get over it, but the black roots of the criminal underbelly holding our new friends hostage had finally caught up with us. Now there was no way out but through- we were a part of it. 

It was a terrifying, and a selfish part of me felt regret, wishing I could've broken Yoongi out sooner even if it meant salvaging only him while his friends were left behind. No part of me could regret Yoongi though. Too much of me wanted to help him, knew he deserved to done right for once in his life. 

On that thought, I looked over at Yoongi, laying peacefully beside me. He's suggested I sleep with him that night, rather than a room by myself as Soomin was staying with Taehyung. In all my anxious glory, it was impossible to refuse a warm body wrapped closely around me in the uncertain night, secure and steady. 

He smiled softly at me, scooting closer to lay a kiss on my head and pull me in. I laid my head against his chest gratefully, listening to the calm, slow beating of his heart. Despite all the chaos he lived in, something felt undeniably and limitlessly safe about this boy. Like no matter what danger there was, external and physical or just in my own mind, he could fend it off. He was also just a really good hugger. 

Yoongi cozied into me back, pulling the covers up to my shoulders as he braced his arms around me. Just as I began to drift off, the door creaked open from behind me. 

"Jimin-ah?" Yoongi questioned sleepily. 

"O-oh, I'm sorry- I didn't realize Whimsy was here...I'll just leave!" He stammered.

"Jiminie," Yoongi called, shimmying away from me slightly. "What's wrong, can't sleep?"

I looked over to see a blushing, shy Jimin peeking out from behind his too-long shirt sleeves. He nodded, eyes glued to the floor aside from occasionally glancing up at Yoongi with wide, sweet eyes. 

"It's okay," Yoongi said, earning a more than confused glance from me. "There's room." He patted the bed on the other side of him, beckoning Jimin to crawl in. "Jimin gets really bad nightmares and can't sleep well, but don't worry, he falls asleep fast if there's someone with him."

Jimin shuffled across the floor and crawled into the bed hesitantly. "Taetae is sleeping with Soomin so I went to the spare room," He murmured.

"It's okay, Jiminie," Yoongi soothed, ruffling the boys hair a little while the other arm stayed securely around my shoulders. "It's really stressful for everyone right now, I wouldn't want to be alone either." It was strangely fascinating seeing this side of Yoongi, and I thought to myself that he'd make a great father, the way he was comforting Jimin and made him feel utterly unguilty about his fears. 

"I'm sorry I forgot to mention earlier," Yoongi said to me suddenly. "But by committing to me you have a step-son now." He joked, smiling. I glanced at Jimin whose face was a bit beyond mildly devastated. 

Either not the Daddy Kink he wanted, or he just  reeeeeally didn't want to be seen as a child to this man. Judging by Yoongi's settling back in comfortably and closing his eyes to sleep as if none of this was in any way questionable, I wondered if he didn't know Jimin was gay at all, or just wasn't aware he was the object of his affections. 

"This is my broken wrist so just be careful," Yoongi mumbled without opening his eyes. Jimin gingerly nestled into his arm, avoiding my gaze. Trying to do the same, I closed my eyes and curled into Yoongi's chest. I was nearly asleep once again when a soft voice roused me. 

"You'll be really good to hyung, right?" Jimin squeaked. 

I opened my eyes slowly so I could see Jimin clearly when I answered. 

"Of course, Jimin. I'd do anything for him." I stated surely. 

He nodded his head and looked down at his little hands. 

"Then it's okay, Hyung's happy." He decided. "And just so you know, Yoongi hyung has a lot of nightmares. He sleeps better when there's someone there." Jimin whispered, careful not to wake him.

My eyes watered up just a little bit. 

"I'll be there."

[A/N: A little mini chap of floof for ya. I ship Yoonmin hardcore so it's honestly hard to write something where they don't end up together, but here we are for this story. Fear not though, I've got several yoonmin fics on the backburner that I promised myself I wouldn't write til I finish this one, which is happening veeeeery soon!!]