This Wild Love // Yoongi

A Hint of Min(t)

Y/N's POV

"You're telling me you wanted to go unnoticed? Separating yourself from the crowd does the opposite!"

"To be fair, a lot of people ignored me."

Splitting my eyes open, I squint in the dark and stare at the outlines of two people.

"Not her!" the first outlines scolds while holding his finger in my direction. "Tell that to her!"

"I know." A huge yawn prompts afterward, as if he intentionally wants to seem bored.

"You know we're not going back home for a while now, right?"

The outline shifts and starts playing with his fingers. Or is that something in between his fingers? "I know," the outline mumbles. "I'm sorry." He stuffs what he's holding back in his pocket. "I'll look after her. Get some sleep."

"Aigoo, should I trust you to do that?"

"Jin, that's unfair."

"It might seem like I'm being harsh, but I can't be lax about this." Jin leans back and crosses his arms. "I've already warned the maknae that we're strapped for cash. If we have to move again, I might not be able to rent us a place, which means I definitely wouldn't be able to keep a roof over our heads."

"I could get a jo--"

"Yoongi." Jin cuts him off. "I already promised that you guys wouldn't have to work."

"Carrying all the responsibility on your shoulders isn't an option, Jin," Yoongi warns in a low tone. "We're a family. Stop hogging the burden--"

"Jin-hyung! Respect."

"Jin-hyung. We're not young anymore. We can handle ourselves. If you let me get a job, I'll get one. We could use the money! There's--"

"No means no, Yoongi. How many times do I have to tell you? You know what? Forget it." Jin storms away before Yoongi can continue.

"Aish, now who's the rude one?" he grumbles.

"You know he's just looking out for us. Give him some time to come around."

Taehyung...?

I can't see his outline, but I can hear him behind me. My chest almost seems to vibrate with his deep voice. His breath tickles my ear.

"Since when were you there? I can't even see you in the corner. It's too dark."

"The start of Jin's lecture," Taehyung openly admits. He pokes my side. "I wonder what Y/N thinks about the situation."

"Don't poke her," Yoongi warns.

"Why not? She's pretending to sleep."

Rude.

"Rude," I mumble, letting my thoughts be heard. "For the record, that did hurt."

I bring a hand up to my head.

On top of a f*cking stab wound...I have to deal with a splitting headache.

Taehyung pulls my hand away. His head pops up over mine, observing my cheeks with concern. He presses the back of his hand against my forehead.

Now that I've adjusted to the dark, I can sort of make out his features. I know Taehyung is simply checking my temperature, but I can't help staring. I feel rushed to understand the knowledge buried in his head. His amber eyes are glossed over much like steam covers a window pane, obscuring a bizarre world behind its thin barrier.