LATTE TALK • yoonseok • #WattPride

☕ vingt ☕

The engulfing warmth of Jin's arms around the drunk, hysterical Yoongi does nothing to calm him down, and Kim Seokjin isn't sure who to hate anymore in this twisted, fucked-up world.

The crumpled piece of paper lies on the coffee table in Jin's living room, damp with Yoongi's tears and frayed around the edges, owing to his reaction to the content written on it. Jin could sue Namjoon for all this, but he knows he is hurting too.

Yoongi had rung his doorbell, not an hour ago, sobbing into his sleeve and gripping onto that piece of paper for his dear life. It was 3 in the goddamn morning.

None of this would've happened if only Namjoon hadn't run away. If that stupid, scared-and-suddenly-orphaned-at-twentyfuckingtwo boy hadn't left their shared apartment the night Yoongi had sat down and poured his heart on their bed about the demons that ravaged his mind; about the illusions that always lurked in the corners of his eyes.

Yoongi had expected Namjoon to not come into terms with his diagnosis, but he clearly did not expect the cold bed next morning, with the cabinet stripped bare of possessions that belonged to his boyfriend. There were no notes either.

Jin still remembers how he had panicked when Yoongi had not picked up his calls for a week straight, and then the next thing that happened was a goddamn phone call from the local police station.

Yoongi had apparently wrecked the records store Namjoon used to work in and attempted suicide using one of the shards of the broken records.

The slashes on his wrists were professionally stitched up, and Jin did not know how to keep his tears at bay when he was called in for a statement on his best friend's behavior. The purple bags under Yoongi's eyes and his slurred diction due to his newfound insomnia only worsened his image in front of the medical examiner. So, the next shock that left both boys numbed was Yoongi's transfer to the Severance Mental Health Hospital.  

Maybe things would've been a little better had Namjoon picked up Yoongi's last phone call before he left, but Namjoon just had to fuck things up more. Jin knew, and he still knows that all this wasn't really Namjoon's fault. The boy had only just left the University, and the widowed Mrs. Kim had dropped dead on her front lawn on his first month of adult life. How was he supposed to handle the paramount of the Fate's whims when Yoongi dropped the bomb? He was scared and that much Jin knew, but reading the note he left today on Yoongi's bed cleared his confusion.

The boy was only fucking scared of Yoongi dropping out on him like his mother.

Jin knew Namjoon loved his best friend, but it was the boy's damned self-consciousness that prevented those words from being uttered. Yoongi saw stars in the boy and Namjoon saw his entire future in the blue haired boy's eyes. But the cogs of fate were cruel; cruel enough to wrench apart two souls and make them meet at the crossroads, where the winter had just cleared and spring had ventured, but the broken lovers still carried the ice from their past.

"Jin, I d-did pl-plan on this, but not this. I w-was only ho-hoping for Joon to know I-I was ba-back," hiccup, "and then let him know much I ha-hated his," hiccup, "guts, but I p-p-promise I n-never wanted to break them a-apart. Jin, I promise." The front of Jin's shirt is soaked through, but it doesn't matter; the elephant in the room is that Min non-strategist Yoongi had planned on subtly avenging his broken heart.

"Shhh, it's okay, Yoonie, it's okay." The elephant can come back tomorrow morning when the boy is sober and not bawling his eyes out, but right now, Yoongi needs sleep. And maybe The Fates groveling at his feet for forgiveness.

Jin picks up Yoongi in his arms and lays him down on the bed, wiping away at the puffy cheeks and pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. The younger boy sniffles against the pillows and Jin wants to walk up to Namjoon's door and scream his lungs out at him for everything. Which might turn out to be a repetition, for Jin had done just that right after Yoongi had been shipped away for treatment.

"Sleep, Yoonie. Jinnie's here."

The boy closes his eyes and it's an eternity before his breathing becomes normal and steady.

God, you couldn't choose a worse timing for all this, could you?

author's note: double update? hmm, i may or may not be planning another plot twist.