your wine mixed with metallic crimson, body adorned with million dollar suits, shoes polished like the crystals in your safe.
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"tell me what you did dammit!" yoongi swirled around at jimin, eyes cold as ice and hard as stone, voice raised in pure anger. but nothing about this man was pure and jimin was slowly realising that.
"i–i c–c–can't—"
a milky fist collided with the wall of the mansion, the maid noticing stress radiating and scuttled off. jimin wanted to run away too, to hide under bedsheets and ward off any monsters. just like a little kid all over again.
but he didn't have a place to stay if he wanted to leave yoongi way alone. he'd have to find a motel or...
maybe jungkook would like a visit?
"jimin get the fuck out of here, you're pissing me off. leave," there wasn't as much fear resonating in jimin as much as he thought there'd be. instead, he felt powerless, since the elder had shifted so quickly from angst to sadness, mere seconds between the two. "please jimin. i don't want to hurt you."
jimin couldn't leave him like this. he'd be evil to just walk out of the door like nothing happened. and besides, the dark haired parents of min yoongi would return soon anyway. he didn't deserve to be left alone with the homophobic adults.
"come with me, yoongi. i don't want to leave you this way." jimin went to place a hand on yoongi's cheek, and when he did, yoongi leaned into the small palm. a soft whine escaped pale pink lips as the brunet brought him closer for a proper embrace. he didn't know what was happening, things changing in seconds like a broken picture wheel.
