Maze | Yoonmin | ✓

Chapter 04

Has been raining the past few days. Life goes the same. Yoongi is laying down in his bed. The heavy rain is hitting the glass of the window, slowly and strongly. The sound is relaxing. His phone buzzes: he got a text. It's Namjoon.
Joon: How are you? You haven't been yourself these days.
Yoongi's head goes blank and he feels tired. He's a bit sleepy. After thinking a bit he responds to the text...
Yoongi: Don't worry. I'm fine.
He puts the phone down and looks out of the window. He inhales deeply and a tenuous smell of the wet nature outside fills his nose. The young boy stretched his sore limbs and goes to the bathroom. He looks himself in the mirror. «You look horrible, Yoongi...», he thinks to himself. He takes his clothes off and steps beneath the warm water. Letting the drops of water fall down his body like the rain going down from the sky, he releases a heavy sigh and thinks what he heard at the dinner table...

His parents were invited by a friendly couple and their younger son to eat with them. They went on and on about the other kid, that was a bit older that Yoongi because he was studying to become a doctor. His older brother was already a lawyer and worked for a big company. Yoongi's parents were congratulating the parents and the two boys for their achievements. And, as expected, depreciating Yoongi because he didn't give them a reason to be proud of him. Yoongi stood silently the entire time.

He takes more time than usual in the shower. The warm water tasted good. His muscles feel less restrained and more comfortable. After the shower, he gets dressed and goes back to bed. Under the covers this time. Lights off and he falls asleep. Comfortable body and heavy mind.

The next day he wakes up early. The rain still falls outside of the house. His parents are sleeping. He gets out of bed, gets dressed and goes out of the house. He takes his backpack and an umbrella. He has nowhere to go and no one to go to. He walks the streets with his long and warm black coat and has half of his face covered with a scarf. He takes in all the noises around him: the few cars on the road, the steps of some people, the rain falling on his umbrella. He looks at the ground: his shoes are getting dirty.

He lets his feet take him not thinking where he was going. After a while, he closes the umbrella and goes up some stairs. He takes a pair of keys and opens a door. He doesn't know what he's doing. He goes in and locks the door from inside. "Hyung, what are you doing here at this hour?...", he hears someone ask from behind him. «Jiminie...», he thinks. He then realizes he's in the studio. He puts the umbrella down and gives a few steps in the direction of the voice. He looks deep into the younger's eyes. They say nothing. Jimin knows that look. The younger stretches his arms to the front and hugs the elder. Yoongi doesn't move. He really needed that. After a few seconds, Yoongi lays his head on Jimin's shoulder and then, very slowly, hugs him back. "It's okay, hyung... Everything is going to be okay...".

Jimin didn't know exactly what was going on. He just knew that his hyung wasn't okay. They stayed like that for a while. Their breaths were steady and slow. Their bodies radiated warmth and much-needed love and care. Yoongi took in Jimin's scent: the fresh and flowery scent he naturally had. Jimin did the same to Yoongi: his scent was also flowery, but with a little taste of coffee-like scent. It was intoxicating. Both were.

"Come with me, hyung...", said Jimin in a whisper-like tone, "I'm going to practice a little... Come and see me...". Jimin wanted for Yoongi to forget whatever he was thinking of. Maybe watching him dance would help. They partnered off, but Jimin took Yoongi's hand in his and pulled him to the dance studio. He made Yoongi take his backpack out of his back and took his jacket off as well as his scarf. Yoongi was like a zombie. He said nothing. It seemed he was sleep-walking.

The rain still fell outside of the building. It was hitting the windows heavily. The sky was dark, but the room had enough light. The shadows that it created were strong and involved them well. Specially Jimin as Yoongi thought. The light hit Jimin the perfect way. The naturally grey and cold light made Jimin look radiant. The dark shadows made his white shirt look grey and his black pants look even darker. His caramel skin looked smooth and exuberated a marvellous warm feeling of peace.

Jimin put some music on. He didn't turn the sound too loud: it was the right volume to be heard, but it wouldn't interfere in case they wanted to have a conversation. Jimin didn't want to bother Yoongi with the loud sound. Not that Yoongi would bother. Maybe that would ease the voices in his head.
Jimin danced to the rhythm of the song. It was just melody, it didn't have vocals, just instruments. Yoongi was the one who made the melody. The younger dances gracefully and passionately. Yoongi didn't take his eyes off of the beautiful view in front of him. It eased his blurry mind but made his chest flutter. Such a beautiful view.

Yoongi thought about his life while Jimin danced. Was he someone who was disposable and worthless? Was he someone that matter to no one? «Jiminie...», was the thought that popped into his head the strongest.
When the younger finished his dancing, he went to Yoongi and went down to his level.
"Did you like it, hyung?", he asked a little bit out of breath. Yoongi nodded. "How are you feeling? Are you alright?", the younger asked. Yoongi moved a bit and laid his head on Jimin's shoulder. Jimin placed a gentle little peak on Yoongi's lips and then they hugged each other. "Thank you...", was the only thing Yoongi said.

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"Am I someone who engraved, like the rain, my existence to you?
If not, am I just someone who came and went like a rain shower?" 
— Rain (Suga's part), BTS