>>lost<< Yoonmin

XXVII

Jimin and I sit like this for a long while, holding each other in a warm embrace. After a while he sighs and loosens his grip on me, pulling away slowly. I do the same, until we are untangled and gazing quietly at each other. There are no words exchanged, but we rise to our feet and make our way out of the bathroom after his tears have dried and his eyes are less puffy. We take slow steps towards the stairs, moving up each stair leisurely. After a while I inhale softly and breath the words that had been nagging at my thoughts.
"Nothing's going to change is it?"
My voice catches and I clear my throat, gazing at the tiles on the stairs. I hear him sigh beside me and feel the sudden warmth of his fingers sliding over my palm and firmly grasp my hand. I look over in surprise to find him looking straight ahead, eyes fixed intently.
"Jimin."
I urge gently, squeezing his hand lightly.
"I need an answer."
I almost beg and he sighs again, ruffling his hair in frustration. The warmth he has spread over my body has begun to fade, being chased away by disappointment.
"It's okay."
I say softly, forcing an unconvincing smile.
"I'm going to try."
He says the words carefully, quietly, as if they alone are fragile.
"But Yoongi I'm so weak. I'm so scared."
He mutters, lowering his eyes shamefully. I squeeze his hand again.
"You are not. But it's okay. I'll wait as long as I have to. I just don't want her to hurt you any more."
I respond quietly and run my thumb over the smooth, flawless skin of his knuckles. Before long we stand in front of his closed door. He takes his hand from mine gently and grabs the doorknob.
"Do you want to come in?"
He asks, looking back towards me with his big, pleading eyes. I nod softly and he twists the knob with a heavy sigh and steps inside, opening the door wide for me.
"Park Jimin!"
A hysterical cry sounds from the kitchen and his girlfriend bursts around the corner, mouth carved into an angry sneer. Her eyes fall on me and her sneer falters, replaced by a cruel, toothy grin.
"Welcome home."
She says sarcastically as her eyes slide to Jimin and he trembles softly beside me.
"I offered Yoongi tea."
He explains quietly and lowers his eyes, motioning to me as he leads me to the kitchen, past her icy gaze and to the conjoined dining room. I sit as he makes a pot of tea, watching his careful, hesitant movements.
That snake of a woman has slithered into the kitchen and stands in the doorway, watching the poor little mouse as he boils water and grabs some tea bags. He stands quietly, waiting for the tea to boil. His shoulders sit stiffly, his eyes trained intently on the pot of water that has begun to bubble.
"Jimin~"
The girl calls sweetly, smiling as he raises his eyes to her.
"Can I talk to you?"
She purrs and makes a motion to the other room.
Jimin hesitates, moving his watery blue eyes to mine pleadingly.