A Fractured Mind | 민윤기

Thirty-one

Yoongi woke up that morning with a sense of freshness. It was a new day, the birds were tweeting outside, the breeze smelled of rain that promised a storm within the next few days. It left a giddy feeling that Yoongi had never had before.

"That's new," he mumbled to himself once he felt the warm feeling rush through his veins upon waking.

"What's new?"

It wasn't until the familiar voice spoke that he noticed the dip in his mattress and Jimin sitting beside him. The younger male was wrapped up in a blanket that he clutched together with his fists where it met at his chest. His hair was tousled and face a bit puffy from all the alcohol the night before. He just looked so adorable—Yoongi didn't want to know what else to do but smile.

He sat up and looked Jimin over fondly. "Morning, Minnie."

But Jimin wasn't smiling. He was staring at him seriously with intent in his pleading eyes. "Can we talk about it now, hyung?"

Yoongi faltered. How the hell did he remember that after all he had to drink? He didn't know what to say. What could he say? Hey, even though I've always been a dick to you our whole lives, I'm in love with you and I always have been.

"Jimin..." he trailed off, looking away.

But the younger caught his chin in his fingers—at the same time making the blanket fall away on the side it was no longer being clutched—and gently turned his face back to look at him. "What are you so afraid of?"

Yoongi's breath hitched in his throat. That was a good question because it made him think. What was there honestly to be afraid of? Of course, there was the inevitable fact that he could very well hurt Jimin in the future without meaning to. But wasn't that normal? We always hurt the ones we love.

"I'm not afraid," he mumbled before placing both hands on either side of Jimin's face and pressing his lips to the younger's.

He loved Jimin's lips. He loved plushness of them and the way they so eagerly fought against Yoongi's for dominance. He loved the way the younger fisted his shirt instead of the blanket when his tongue swiped at the older's bottom lip for entrance.

The two males grabbed at each other desperately, needing to be as close as possible. Yoongi bit Jimin's bottom lip as he pulled away, making the younger let out a small whimper. It was incredibly pleasing to the older's ears. He wanted to make Jimin whine, whimper, moan—all of it.

Though his impure thoughts were cut short by the sound of the door opening and shutting. Yoongi frowned. Being interrupted was not something he could tolerate in large doses. The only person who knew the apartment passcode besides Jimin and himself was Victoria.

"What the hell is Victoria doing here?" Yoongi asked, the question coming out harsher than he intended.

Jimin giggled and stood, gathering his blanket from the floor and wrapping it around his petite figure once more. "I invited her over earlier. Though I thought you'd be awake sooner."

"What time is it?"

"Almost three," he threw over his shoulder and left to go greet her in the living room.

Yoongi groaned and kicked the covers off before he got to his feet and ventured into the space where the two were giggling like school girls. Victoria stopped when she saw him. There was still obvious tension between the two. She must've still been hurt by his comments.

He let out a long sigh while Jimin looked at him expectantly. "I was being an asshole last night," he muttered, finding it hard to make eye contact with the woman. "You know I didn't mean it."