Little Space

yoongi loses it

Yoongi was getting stressed again. Whenever Jimin was with him, he was writing something in that stupid, worn-out notebook of his. They hadn't really done anything together in a week or so, since Yoongi was too stressed and/or busy to go out. Jimin was worried he'd start drinking again.

Jimin was sitting on the couch with Yoongi's feet propped in his lap as the elder scribbled along the pages. Jimin was fiddling with his fingers, nervous at Yoongi's bad mood. Yoongi would groan every once in awhile, sounding more exasperated each time.

Yoongi finally had enough. He slammed the notebook shut and threw it against the wall. Jimin flinched a bit at the sudden loud noise. Yoongi broke his pencil in half and threw it in the same direction he had thrown the notebook.

Yoongi stood up suddenly, moving to grab his shoes.

Jimin got up immediately to follow despite the anxiety swirling in his stomach. "Hyung, where are you—"

Yoongi ignored him, pushing past him to grab his coat, knocking him in the shoulder. Jimin ignored it and followed behind him closely.

"Hyung. Where are you going?" he tried again.

Yoongi kept silent and moved to find his keys. Jimin was following him around and it was only making him angrier. When Yoongi reached to open the door, Jimin grabbed his arm and yanked him back. Yoongi spun around and glared at him. Jimin had seen that look on Yoongi's face countless times. He wasn't phased until he realized he hadn't seen that look before; Yoongi had never looked at him with such ferocity.

"Let me go." Yoongi tried to pull his arm out of Jimin's hold. Jimin kept a death grip on him.

"Not until you tell me where the hell you're going," the younger demanded.

"I think you can figure it out."

Yoongi pushed Jimin back, not enough to hurt him, and got his arm out of Jimin's small hand. He pulled the door open, walking out. Jimin cursed and slipped his shoes on, running after Yoongi.

Yoongi ran down the stairs, too impatient to wait for the elevator. Jimin was yelling for him as he ran, climbing down the steps after him.

"Leave me alone, Jimin," Yoongi warned. He made it to the first floor and walked out into the lobby.

"No, hyung! Hyung!" Jimin sprinted for him. He latched onto Yoongi once more, trying to keep him from leaving the building.

Yoongi kept moving. Jimin's strength wasn't a match for his. He exited the building and started walking down the street. Jimin was still holding onto him, trying to reason with him.

"Yoongi hyung, stop it. Stop. You don't want to. Please, hyung," he pleaded.

"I already fucked up. What's one more?" Yoongi struggled to walk forward with Jimin attached to him like a fucking leech.

"Are you an idiot?! Do you really — Yoongi hyung, stop fucking walking!" Jimin yelled.

Yoongi halted and turned around. He stared at Jimin with an almost murderous glare. It was evening and cars drove by them on the cold street. The crisp air was biting at Jimin's cheeks.

Jimin held Yoongi's hands in his. "Hyung, seriously. You can't do this. You can't just go and get drunk when you're stressed."

Yoongi snorted. "Wanna see?" He tried to turn and walk towards the bar again.

Jimin kept him rooted in place. "You idiot, no. I won't let you. You were doing so fucking good. You know you don't want to."

"Jimin, just let go." Yoongi tried to pull his hands away.