you deserve better || yoonmin

01

"min yoongi?" he heard a voice from the doorway to his left, replying without turning his head.

"seokjin," as he continued walking to the desk, but hearing the footsteps of seokjin following him.

"oh my god, min yoongi!" the worker at the desk smiled brightly, yoongi looked up only to see his old best friend hoseok.

"hoseok," yoongi replied looking back down.

"namjoon-ah! yoongi's here!"

"min yoongi?!"

"yes, i'm min yoongi, i think everyone in this lobby knows that now, thanks," yoongi said quite harshly earning a look from a shorter, black haired boy across the lobby.

"ah same old yoongi," namjoon smiles.

yoongi just took his slip from hoseok only to see that namjoon was his psychiatrist. oh my god, yoongi thought to himself.

he looked up to see a smiling seokjin.

"are you kidding me, jin?"

"not at all, yoongz," he said, resting his hand on yoongi's shoulder.

"i'm not talking to that idiot about any of my, so called, problems," he mumbled, turning to walk to namjoon's room, only to see the black haired boy staring at him.

after a few seconds of staring back, yoongi walked passed him, bumping his shoulder harshly against the small boy and entering namjoon's room.

as he entered he saw namjoon smile.

"yoongi, take a seat."

"i'll stand," yoongi said firmly, looking down at his phone with a sigh.

"so yoongi, tell me about yourself," namjoon said, making yoongi look up and shake his head, no.

"well i'm not going to guess, just a little, yoongi. i'm supposed to help you," namjoon said seriously, making yoongi sigh and sit down.

***

after a long ass therapy session yoongi was finally out, he didn't really open up to namjoon, only answering his long questions.

as soon as yoongi left the room, the black haired boy turned to look at him again.

"what do you want?" yoongi mumbled harshly, making the boy flinch.

"i-i just want t-to s-say," the shorter boy looked up, "i r-really li-like your h-hair," the boy stuttered, making yoongi feel slightly soft, but only for a second.

"uh thanks? but stop fucking staring at me," yoongi replied, turning and walking out.

***

the next week yoongi entered the center early only to see the black haired boy, looking at anything but him.

as yoongi walked through the lobby, not once did the boy look at him. even when he purposely dropped his bag, trying to get the younger boys attention.

eventually yoongi just sat next to the boy with a sigh.

"i like your hair too," yoongi said looking down at the boy, making him look back at him.

"th-thank you, h-hyung," the boy smiled, looking back down, "i'm j-jimin."

"i'm yoongi."

"i-i know," jimin replies with a smile, "i'm friends w-with seokjin."

"ah," yoongi, looked down and ended up staring at jimin's perfect features, "jimin you're really c-,"

"come on in, yoongi," namjoon stepped out with a smile.

"see ya later, jimin," yoongi spoke as he entered the room, for another long therapy session.

"so yoongi, how was last week? did you take any of your meds?" yoongi just sighed, sitting back ready to lie to his old buddy namjoon.

after the session was over yoongi stepped out to see jimin talking to two quite tall boys, from what yoongi heard their names were taehyung and jungkook.

as yoongi slowed his pace to hear what the boys were talking about, he heard something that for some reason annoyed him greatly.

"ah jiminie! you're so cute!" the brunette said, squeezing one of jimin's cheeks.

"your eyes are so pretty!" the pink haired boy smiled.

as soon as yoongi walked by he could feel jimin's eyes burning holes in the back of his head, "bye hyung," jimin whispered, but yoongi heard, making him smile for the first time in a while.

and as he stepped out, he replied, "bye, chim."

***