ONESHOTS - BTS.

SO SHOW ME - YOONMIN.

request made by: dehstructed !
includes: angst, fluff (in the end i guess.)

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"hyung, i'm back!" jimin calls out when he opens the front door, his voice echoing in what seemed to be the empty house. "yoongi hyung?" he yells once again, putting down the present he had got for his boyfriend on the counter before moving towards the stairs upon receiving no answer.

"hyung?" the blonde whispers in the dark, hand inching towards the light switch to switch it on. the lights switch on, and jimin gasps out loud when he sees the mess his house was in. "oh my goodness! did yoongi not clean up while i was gone? this house looks as though a tornado hit it!" he exaggerates, moving around the room swiftly to pick up cushions when he almost steps on the glass shards of a vase.

"where the fuck is this guy?" jimin mutters to himself, angrily pulling his phone out of his pocket to dial yoongi's number. no one picks up and it goes to voicemail directly. frustrated and worried, he calls seokjin who picks up on the second ring.

"hyung, help!" the younger cries out when before jin could even breathe.

"what happened?" the elder replies, quickly putting down the knife he was using to chop vegetables.

"i-i can't find yoongi and our house is trashed and-and-" jimin cuts himself off with a loud sob, his other hand over his mouth to muffle his whimpers.

"hey, calm down. breathe, okay? now try to explain slowly."

the younger takes a few breaths to calm himself down, sitting down on the couch in the living room.

"i just returned from my trip and i came home, but the whole place is-is trashed! he isn't home either. hyung, wh-what if he got kidnapped? what if something hap-"

"sh, jimin, calm down. have you checked his studio, maybe he's there?"

"i haven't checked it, but i'll go right now. thanks, hyung."

"it wasn't any problem, jims. call me when you find him!"

the elder hangs up then, leaving jimin to his own thoughts as he ponders over whether he should go to the studio to check in on yoongi because, well, no one should disturb yoongi when he's in his studio. not even his own boyfriend.

the blonde sighs and grabs the house keys, moving towards the front door to leave. the studio wasn't that far from home, just a ten minute walk. during that walk, jimin thought about everything that could've upset the elder, he knew that the house wasn't in that condition for nothing.

jimin had simply left for a trip with his fellow photographer, jeon jungkook, to thailand for about two weeks, so that they could learn better aspects of the said profession. he had also called yoongi everyday except the last two days they were there.

the younger facepalms, his steps quickening out of anger and panic. anger at himself, and panic for yoongi's reaction.

in his defence, he didn't call because he wanted to surprise him!

that thought quickly evaporated into thin air when a large building came into view, the blonde gulping due to fear. well, if he's going to die, he'll die in the hands of his lover.

he slowly walks into the building, passing a nervous smile to the receptionist who perks up at his appearance. "jimin-ssi!" she calls out, beckoning the younger over to herself. the latter complies and hugs the girl once he reaches. "yoonbin!" he grins widely, white pearls nearly blinding the poor girl. "how have you been? i haven't seen you around much," she frowns.

"i went to thailand with a friend for some work shit, and i'm doing incredibly well other than the fact that i'm damn near to pissing my pants because i think yoongi's mad at me," he whispers, glancing around anxiously when he says his boyfriend's name. 

"yoongi?" yoonbin echoes, confusion etched on her face. "isn't he at home?" jimin shakes his head in denial, rejection the idea. "what about that other guy's face? the 'worldwide handsome'. is he there?" she asks again, worried eyes glancing all over the younger man's face. "no. why, though?" jimin finally asks, making the receptionist bite her fingernails in anxiousness.

"well, you see, the last time i — or any of the guards — saw him entering the building was last week."

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jimin takes a deep breath to calm himself from the anger rising within him, and opens the door.

the first thing he sees is the countless packets of ramen littering the floor along with crushed cans of soda and water bottles. the sight obviously baffles him for he rushes further into the room immediately, somehow managing to avoid the mess on the wooden floor.

glancing around, he sees a lump in the corner of the room, shaking profusely as it's covered in a large blanket with only a mop of mint coloured hair could be seen. "hyung?" the younger whispers, slowly walking closer to yoongi's figure. the said man whimpers at being called, unwrapping the sheets around him to reveal his disheveled state that makes the blonde gasp. "jiminie," he cries out, arms spreading to engulf jimin who dashes towards him as soon as he sees him.

"yoongi, what the fuck happened?" he curses out loud, immediately shushing the elder when he chokes on his own words while trying to explain. pressing his nose into yoongi's dyed hair, jimin pulls him even closer to himself, hand patting the mint haired's back as sobs wracked through his weak body. "i-i missed you s-so much!" he wails.

"i know, baby, i'm here now. i'm sorry i didn't call you," the blonde apologises, kissing the latter's forehead.

like that, they sit on the floor huddled into each other for about half an hour, till yoongi's got no tears left to cry. "feel better, bub?"

"yeah," the elder croaks out, licking his chapped lips. he accepts the water bottle jimin offers him, gulping down the contents quickly and sighing at the cool sensation. "when did you get back?" he inquires, looking back at his boyfriend as though none of the previous events ever occurred.

jimin sighs, grabbing the elder's cold hand into his warm one, "a few hours ago. i know what you're doing, yoongs. you're trying to avoid the topic, aren't you? wh-" he's cut off when the aforementioned man says,

"my mom passed away."

the statement itself, paired with the monotone voice sends shivers down his spine as his eyes widen and mouth falls open. "what? when? why d-"

"last week. i didn't tell you because you already sounded so stressed and i didn't want to tire you out even more, and knowing you, you would've abandoned your classes and taken the first plane available back," the elder attempts to joke, only for his lips to tremble as he tries to smile with his eyes tearing up.

"oh, baby," jimin coos, pushing the elder into his already soaked shirt. the younger blinks rapidly to avoid the tears from falling. his boyfriend was already whimpering, at least one of them had to be strong. "she's happy where she is, i'm sure. i'm also sure that she's proud of you, and i don't think she'll like it if you cry, hm?" the elder nods at that, sobs reducing to sniffles and hiccups.

glued together, the tense atmosphere begins to dissipate as the couple shares secretive whispers, giggling like ten year olds at the dumbest of sentences. they slowly get up, knees wobbling due to the lack of use.

"i'm still really mad at you," jimin smacks yoongi on the shoulder while leading the two towards the door.

"why?"

"how could you fucking stay in the studio for a week? how? and do you know how unhealthy it is to snack on ramen only?"

the rest of jimin's scolding and yoongi's whining muffles into a soft hum as they exit the room, each holding such love in their eyes for the other.

overdue! ending was rly shitty ik and i'm sooooo sorry for the late posting :(( i've just been rly unmotivated these days