Crazy about you [COMPLETE]

14- Mistake?

«I thought we had decided to meet at the cafè. – Yoongi's voice echoed through the empty theatre – By the way, what's wrong with your friend? He always seems so ... happy.» he concluded, wrinkling his nose; he closed the heavy door behind himself and slowly walked down the hallway.

No answer came from Jimin; he had spent the past half an hour on stage, dancing like crazy to the music coming from his phone. The song was none like the ones he usually trained on: no soft notes, no sweet, angelic melody, the music is thumping so hard his bones vibrate and anybody could feel the anger that he's trying to get rid of.

«Jiminie?» Suga calls him again.

«He is happy. Very happy actually. I bet it's because of Hoseok. You know they met yesterday? Tae thinks I'm dumb enough not to have understood. I think he might be in love. How cute. I swear to God if your friend hurts him I'll beat the hell out of him.».

Those words came out of his lips so fast that the rapper had to struggle not to miss any. He hadn't even stopped dancing, his sweaty skin glimmering in the spotlight and strands of hair sticking to his forehead.

Yoongi in the mean while had frozen in place, shocked, and was now weirdly looking up at the dongsaeng, wondering why the hell he had used such a rude and angry tone.

«What's wrong with you, kid?» he asked eventually since apparently Jimin had no intention to say anything else.

«Me? Nothing's wrong with me. – he was panting, all his efforts focused on holding back the sickness in his belly – I just don't want Tae to make the same mistake I made with you.».

«Mistake? With me? What are you talking about, Jimin? Fuck, stop for a sec and look at me, kid. You either deal with this as a grown up or I swear I'll come and spank you right there.».

The dongsaeng reluctantly obliged, turning down the music on his phone, feeling his eyes water at his hyung's words.

«Tell me what happened.» Yoongi bossed, his smile no longer lingering on his face, for it had been replaced by an annoyed grin.

Jimin felt a rush of adrenaline run under his skin: how could he not know what he was talking about?

«What happened?! We made out! – the kid yelled, his voice shaky as he did his best not to burst into tears yet – We made out and I have been so stupid to think it could actually mean something for you. That you could actually care about me. But it was just a one night stand, wasn't it? God, I've been so stupid.».

Once again, he couldn't help but feel miserable.

Jimin lowered his head and hid his face behind his palms, finally letting go of the tears he had been holding back. The world turned into a blurry scene, and he did his best to hold back the strange feelings inside himself, trying not to make it all worse by showing how desperate he actually was. His chin trembled as if he was a small child, and his breaths were heavier than ever before, as he was gasping for air that simply wasn't there.

None of them said a word for a while and the only sounds in the hall were the kid's frantic breaths and his hiccups.

Yoongi couldn't believe what had just happened and he just stood still, his head feeling a bit dizzy.

«Jimin. – he called eventually, trying not to make his voice sound too unsteady – Jimin look at me.».

The kid shook his head at first, but after several calls, he dried his tears and obliged; Suga was standing off stage, a few meters away, his head cocked to the side.

«Come here.».

Jimin shook his head again, muttering a broken "no".

«Please, baby, come here.».

Slowly, the dongsaeng eventually did as he had been asked to, feeling the sickness in his belly fade away as soon as he reached the hyung, whose arms were now stretched out for him to settle comfortably between them. He hid his face in the crotch of Yoongi's neck, breathing in his scent, enjoying the heat radiating from that beautiful body; he could feel the rapper's hands slowly make their way onto his body: one settled on his lower back to hold him in place and the other begun to caress his black hair.

Suga let him cry all of his tears, not letting go of his shaking body til he noticed the kid was slowly calming down.

«Listen, baby. – he said eventually, his lips softly brushing against Jimin's forehead – I ... I don't know who told you such things, and I refuse to believe you came up with any of this by yourself, cause you can't be this dumb, but since, apparently, you need some kind of reassurance, here it is. What happened Saturday ... was not just a one night stand. I ... – he sighed, blushing vividly – I like you. A lot, actually. And I like spending time with you, either we are working on our melody or making out on your bedroom floor – he felt the kid shiver and he finally looked up, his cheeks bright red in shame – You are amazing, and I am sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel this way. You okay, baby?».

«Y-yes.» Jimin dried his tears with the back of his hand, and couldn't help but smile as he noticed the soft shade of red on the hyung's cheeks.

«Kiss me, baby?» Yoongi whispered, and now was the kid's turn to blush.

Jimin nodded, and finally brushed his lips against Suga's, enjoying the feeling of relief that the other's proximity allowed. He felt the hyung's tongue slip inside his mouth and moaned into the kiss, his knees going suddenly weak; Yoongi chuckled against his lips, helping the kid onto his wobbly feet.

«C'mon now, we still have half of a song to write.».