strawberries (yoonmin) #WATTYS2019

XVI

Wednesday, January 31st

And that's how all the boys ended up sitting at a burger king at 8 pm on a school night.

They were standing in the surprisingly long line while they discussed what they wanted to eat. Seokjin insisted that it was his treat and everyone could get whatever they wanted and he'd pay for it.

This was fine. This was a completely fine situation until he had turned to Jimin, asking what he wanted.

"I- I got it Seokjin." Yoongi chuckled and stepped between the two.

Yoongi could tell that Jimin wasn't going to make any kind of communication with them, and he wasn't upset with that. Something about being the only one Jimin likes made him feel a certain type of special.

"Do you want anything to eat Jimin?" He asked softly.

His eyes glanced at the menu for a moment, knowing how to get out of this, before he looked back and shook his head at the older.

"You sure?"

He nodded. He's eaten plenty for the day. And he's not going to take someone else's money anyway.

Yoongi nodded back and smiled softly before he turned back to his friends. It was so nice to have someone who didn't question Jimin and make him feel uncomfortable.

"What? No way, Jimin is eating!"

And those words, set a rigid panic through Jimin. Almost enough to make him lose his stance and balance.

"Yah, he's fine," Yoongi said and rolled his eyes.

"The poor boy hasn't eaten since lunch! He must be hungry, aren't you Jimin?" Seokjin asked and leaned over to look at him.

He couldn't move. His eyes were vibrating as he stared at the oldest boy. Yoongi could instantly see that this was not about to end well.

"Seriously Jin, that's enough," Namjoon said softly.

"I'll just get you a small burger, don't worry about it," Seokjin said as he walked up to the cash register.

Yoongi immediately grabbed Jimin by the arm and pulled him towards the tables. He's gonna have to calm him down before the others get there, he really wants the group to get along and a meltdown would put such a break in that.

"I'm really sorry Jimin," Yoongi said as they sat next to each other at an empty booth.

The shaking began, the heaving began. He doesn't want it. He doesn't want to look at it. He doesn't want to smell it.

He shook his head. Slowly but it began to come vigorous, till Yoongi had to actually grab his head with both of his hands.

They sat there. Yoongi's hands at his cheeks, holding his head in the position. Their eyes were locked on each other's. Jimin was still letting out rapid breaths and his eyes bounced around Yoongis features.

From his nose to his lips, then his eyelashes and pupils. His hands were balled up into his layers of pants, knuckles turning white from the grip.