pure ✧ yoonmin

thirteen

Jimin's grip around the door knob tightened as his eyes went wide. Why on earth would Min Yoongi want to hang out at his house?

"W-Why?" Jimin stuttered, still holding the door wide open.

"Do you not want to hang out with me?" Yoongi said in a sad tone as he pouted his lips in attempt to convince the boy to let him stay.

Jimin just stared at him with disbelief. The only people who had ever stayed at his house were Seokjin and Hoseok, and it was months before he was even comfortable with inviting them over.

Jimin's mind was racing with awful thoughts. He didn't completely trust Yoongi, especially cause he barely knew him, so he didnt even know what the two would do. Every bone in his body just wanted to say no, but Jimin felt that it would be rude if he didn't let the older stay.

"I d-don't c-care," he started, loosening his death grip on the door knob as he closed it ever so slightly. "but w-why do you w-want to stay? We b-barely know each o-other."

Yoongi walked closer to the door, taking his right hand and pulled Jimin to the side, closing the door with his left. Jimin's eyes went wide as his cheeks turned pink at the action, the older not noticing cause Jimin turned his gaze to the floor.

"That's why I wanna stay. I wanna get to know you."

Jimin wrapped his arms around himself, staring down at Yoongi's shoes.

"W-Why?"

"Well, you seem like an interesting person." Yoongi said, smiling down at the younger even though he wasn't even looking at him.

Jimin just nodded slightly, letting out a small sigh. He turned around on the heels of his feet, walking over to the leather couch placed in the middle of the living area.

Yoongi followed behind the boy, mentally high-fiving himself.

He was so proud of himself for getting Jimin alone where no one could interrupt their conversations, and as bad as it sounds, he honestly just wants to know who or whats been bothering Jimin at school.

Yoongi took a seat on the couch, Jimin following and taking a seat on the opposite side of him making Yoongi chuckle.

"Damn Jimin, are you really that scared of me?" Yoongi said as a joke, but seeing Jimin wrap his arms around himself and slightly nod made it a lot less funny.

"Jimin," Yoongi frowned, scooting closer to the younger on the couch. He hated he was making the boy uncomfortable in his own home. "Why are you so scared of me? I know I've fucke-sorry-messed up in the past, but you know I would never do anything to hurt you, right?"

Jimin thought about it for a minute before shrugging his shoulders. No matter what Yoongi says, what he did to Jimin that night and how he treated him before always lingers in the back of Jimin's mind. Not to mention people in general that he didn't know scared him, and that definitely added to the factor of why he was so nervous right now.

Jimin looked at Yoongi, he didn't know what to say, instead he slightly nodded his head before looking back down at the throw pillow he had placed in his lap.

Yoongi sighed, he knew Jimin didn't mean it.

"Is there anything I can do to make you trust me, Jimin?" Yoongi said quietly, watching the younger chew on his lip as he was in deep thought.

"I-I don't know. It takes me a w-while to get used to p-people," Jimin paused, looking up at the older who had been staring him down this entire conversation. "I t-think over time I w-will warm up to y-you."