Roses - Yoonmin FF

ninth

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Jimin woke up in soft linen sheets, his head pounding and his heart just faintly beating. "Jimin, what the actual fuck happened to you?" Jimin flinched at Yoongi's angry tone, eyes like a kicked puppy. "I-- well... must I tell you?" Jimin asked shyly, turning away from his hyung. Yoongi let out a sigh, nodding and bounding over to Jimin's side. "In the mean time, though. Could you tell me why you wanted my address? You could have just gone to the hos--"

"No!" Jimin shouted, a little too loudly for Yoongi's liking. "Who said you were allowed to raise your voice to me?" Jimin shivered, being reminded of his shitty father. He burst into tears on the spot, soaking the pillows beneath him. "W-wait! Jiminie, I didn't mean to make you cry, I'm sorry for being so..."

"So...?"

"So... dominant? Anyway, c'mere, let hyungie give you a hug~" Yoongi cooed softly, stretching his arms out invitingly. Jimin shook his head, pouting and patting the spot next to him. Although it hurt to even move a centimeter, but he would do it for his best friend at the moment. Yoongi complied, climbing onto the bed and hesitantly wrapping his arm around Jimin's waist. The latter winced, but melted into Yoongi's touch. "Am I hurting you?"

"Call me kitty," Jimin blurted out, immediately feeling embarrassed and hiding his face in his hands. Yoongi's heart skipped a beat upon hearing his words and seeing his expression. The wonderful, outgoing, marvelous Jimin was sheepish? Yoongi almost burst out laughing. "You want me to call you kitten?" Yoongi deadpanned, trying to conceal his amused eyes with his tone. Jimin nodded childishly, grimacing at the blisters on his skin. "Alright, my little calico kitten~" 

"I just wanted affection..." Jimin started after a while of silence. "Affection from whom?"
"From my parents! But they never gave me any, never really paid me much attention until middle school," Jimin paused mid-sentence and shuddered. "I don't even want to think about middle school," he gripped Yoongi's elbow and frowned, gazing at the older boy's hip. "So... they gave you bad attention? How can attention be bad?" Yoongi pet Jimin's hair, eliciting a pule from the latter. 

"Yoongi-hyung, can we not talk about this?" Jimin's eyes glazed over with tears once again, and Yoongi realized he had messed up. "O-of course, kitten! What do you want to do?" Yoongi went into full panic mode, getting off the bed and fumbling through his items, searching for anything to do. "Hyung, can we just... cuddle and watch movies?" 

"Damn, I call out of school for this?" Yoongi muttered under his breath, turning on the TV in his room and picking out a movie. "Shit, that was rude. I shouldn't talk like that," 

"Why are you talking to yourself, hyung?"

Yoongi had to admit it; he liked the way Jimin continuously called 'hyung' instead of just 'Yoongi'. "Ah, it's nothing, sweetheart! Just go back to resting, kitten," Yoongi purred, shifting through the unbelievable amount of CDs and DVDs under his TV. "Do you want to watch a romance or an action movie? Because that's literally all I have when it comes to movies," he played with his fingers, already assuming what the answer would be based on his character. "Action! Heck yeah!" Jimin pumped a fist in the air, instantly regretting moving. Yoongi let out a surprised 'oh' and picked out Captain America: Civil War. It had become his favorite Captain America movie among the three. 

"You good with Marvel?"
"Why are you even asking? I love Marvel!" (a/n: me too bb me too :'>)
Yoongi chuckled as he inserted the disk into his old TV, stumbling back over to the bed. He enveloped Jimin's waist in his arms, lifting him up and onto his lap. He pushed his nose onto Jimin's neck, inhaling the burnt scent. "You're getting a shower after this movie, you know," 

Jimin mewled in response, holding Yoongi's hand in his. "Just watch the movie,"

Throughout the whole thing, Jimin's emotions were rapidly changing; one minute he was laughing, the other minute he was crying. One, he was angry, the next, he was bouncing in anticipation. "Kitten, stop bouncing, you're hurting my thighs," Yoongi groaned, softly biting at his shoulder blades to warn him. "Ah, okay, hyungie. I gotchu'."

Jimin was sobbing at the sight of Tony Stark and Steve Rodgers fighting each other. Although he had seen the movie before, it always made him cry when those two fought. "Shh, shh, kitten. It's alright, everything turns out okay in the end, yeah?" Jimin nodded, grasping Yoongi's hand tightly. "They're okay, you're okay," Yoongi hummed sweetly, a gentle smile on his face. "I'm okay," Jimin said mindlessly, numb and sniffling. 

In the end of the movie, Jimin was clapping, grinning and turning around on Yoongi's lap to face him. "Thank you for playing that movie, hyung." he breathed, wrapping his arms around Yoongi's head and resting his face in the crook of Yoongi's neck. "No need to thank me, my little kitty. I was only picking out a movie at random after all," he carded his fingers through the younger's hair, nearly sneezing at Jimin's overwhelming smell. "But seriously, you really need to take a bath,"

Jimin pouted. "If you want me gone that badly, then fine!" he huffed, a childish smirk making its way onto his face. He attempted to get off, but only wound up hurting himself. Yoongi sighed, supporting Jimin's butt on his hands as he stood up from the bed, carrying him to the bathroom. "I'll bring you some of my clothes, I'll be right back. And, try not to move too much. Get undressed and get in the bathtub, sweets." Yoongi closed the door and went back to his room, taking out the sweater Jimin had given to him and some fuzzy pajama bottoms. "He would look fucking adorable in this," he spoke to himself, chuckling on his way back to the bathroom. "Hyung!" he heard Jimin call from the closed door. "Yes, pumpkin?"

"It's too cold!"
"Good! Hot water will only irritate your skin and make you hurt all over the place,"
"I don't want to take a cold bath!"
"Well, you have to, baby doll."

He heard Jimin stomping his feet and then him slipping into the water, nodding with gratification. He knocked on the door before slowly poking his head in, gasping at the sight before him. He never got a good look at Jimin's skin before; just his hands and neck. "Hyung, please don't look! I'm ugly, oh God," Jimin sunk into the water, hiding everything while his hair floated up cutely. Yoongi sighed and set the clothes down on the counter, sitting behind Jimin on the floor and delicately pulled Jimin over the water by his armpits. Jimin mewled and shielded his exposed chest with his arms. "You're very pretty, cookie." (a/n: no not kookie, cookie)

"I'm not," Jimin said stonily, looking Yoongi straight in the eye. Yoongi sighed once more. "Well, if that's what you want to believe, then I guess there's nothing I can do~" he taunted, getting up and walking out of the room. "No, wait, hyung!" Jimin cried out, wanting attention. "Hm... so you admit that you're beautiful?"

"Well, I..."
After a few moments of silence, Yoongi chortled. "That's what I thought, kitten," Yoongi once again left Jimin alone, resisting the urge to kiss his forehead. The way Jimin was acting was so childlike and it made Yoongi want to coo and kiss the younger like some sort of father.

He waited in his room, sitting on his bed and staring at the ceiling. A buzz from Jimin's phone brought him back into reality. He hesitantly picked up the phone and unlocked it, guessing the password on the first try. He saw that someone was calling him and reluctantly picked up.

A gruff voice rang in Yoongi's ear.

"Yah! You fucking dumb ass child, get your fat ass back here or so help me I will--!" the call was unexpectedly cut off, and Yoongi stared down at the phone to figure out what happened. He inhaled sharply when he saw Jimin's tiny, bruised and burnt finger, jumping back and bumping into his hip. 

He looked up and shivered when he saw Jimin's piercing gaze almost directed at him. Almost. 

Jimin was glaring down at the caller ID on the screen, nearly crushing his phone in anger.

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hell yeah it only took an hour and 30 minutes to write this short mother fucker
bye im going to bed

- vani
august 11th, 2018, 2:05 AM