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Chapter 98

Warning! Mentions of abuse and rape.

By the time they left the party, Jimin was very tipsy and on his way to being drunk. Yoongi had a protective arm around him, and half carried him out of the building. There were some people that were loitering outside, looking rather drunk and wet in the drizzling rain. Yoongi had called a taxi when he was inside collecting their coats, so now all they had to do was wait. Namjoon decided to stay behind and enjoy the party some more, but he followed them outside to say goodbye. The taxi eventually showed up and they hovered at the door to the car while saying goodbye to Namjoon.

As Jimin cambered in, Namjoon drew Yoongi aside.

"Yoongi hyung, I want to say something to you." Yoongi remembers all the lectures and advice that Namjoon had given him before, so he was not surprised in the slightest when he turned around and came face to face with Namjoon's serious face.

"Go ahead."

"It's about Jimin. You know what he went through with Min Jun and all that, right?" He spat the name out, as if it was contaminating his very thoughts. Yoongi knew exactly how he felt.

"Yes."

"Well, I get the feeling that there's something he's not telling you or me. Something that happened with Min Jun. Just..." he paused, searching for the right words, and Yoongi could see how much he cared for Jimin. "... just watch out for him, yeah? Take care of him."

Yoongi nodded. "Of course I will. I love Jimin more than life itself."

"I know you do. Take care of yourself Yoongi. Hopefully we'll see each other soon, I haven't seen you in so long."

Yoongi agreed, knowing that that was his fault, and have Namjoon a quick hug. He slid in after Jimin and they were away.

The taxi pulled into Yoongi's road in the very early hours of the morning. Jimin had sobered up slightly during the drive, but not very much.

Yoongi helped him out of the car, paid the driver, unlocked his door and led Jimin up to his apartment.

Jimin swayed slightly as he stood in the hallway, uncertain of what to do. Yoongi hung his new jacket on the peg once inside and led Jimin to the bedroom, careful not to wake Jin in the next room.

"Do you want to brush your teeth? I've got a spare toothbrush."

"Thanks, hyung." He went into the bathroom and shut the door. Yoongi stayed in his bedroom and automatically started plumping the pillows. He presumed that he and Jimin were going to sleep in the same bed, but he didn't want to appear to forward. He didn't know yet what 'taking things slow' really meant.

About fifteen minutes later Jimin wandered out of the bathroom, carrying his clothes over his arm and dressed only in his boxers. Yoongi swallowed, noisily. He had just put on his usual sensible pyjamas, and was consequently feeling very overdressed. As Jimin fully entered the room, Yoongi couldn't stop himself drinking in every inch of him. His shoulders, his slim torso with the faint lines of a faded six pack, his hipbones sticking out fairly alarmingly, the dark blue boxers, his tanned thighs and calves.

Jimin cocked his head at Yoongi, a little smirk on his face.

"Come on, hyung. It's not that cold is it?" He gestured to Yoongi's pyjamas. Gulping, Yoongi took off his top and folded it neatly on the chair. Jimin chucked his clothes randomly towards Yoongi's top, some of them landed on the chair, but most ended up on the floor.

Jimin sidled around the side of the bed, and slid into it, nestling into the pillows. Yoongi followed him, reaching for Jimin to give him a cuddle and a kiss goodnight.