Martyr | Yoonmin [1] (unedited)

chapter 3

Jimin and Yoongi

Jimin was staring back at him, hair sticking up in different directions from his nap. The sweater he had put on this afternoon a little too big for Jimin, Yoongi wasn't sure if it was Jin's or Namjoon's. Jimin had woken up not long ago, Yoongi texted the others to come home, letting them know that Jimin was "awake" but neither of them had replied.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked the younger boy, who was sitting in the center of the couch, a pillow on his lap. Yoongi was seated on the Barcalounger, across Jimin. The small living room allowed only a loveseat, the rocking chair and a small television in the corner. The apartment ever so small for four messy boys, two of them giants who took most of the space.

Jimin, blonde bangs over his eyes, said nothing.

"I'll make you some food if you're hungry."

Still, the boy said nothing.

Yoongi sighed, grabbed the television remote from its place on top of the TV, and held it out to Jimin. The younger boy didn't take it, only stared at the device. Yoongi dropped the remote rocking chair, raising his hands up in defeat. "Alright, I give up."

Jimin only watched him leave and disappear into the kitchen. For some reason he had fallen asleep and taken a nap, and slept for most of the afternoon, surprised at how he could. He was in a stranger's place and he still managed to sleep.

Now that Yoongi was in a different room, maybe this time he could summon up enough courage to walk out of the door. He stared at the door to his freedom for a long moment when a delightful smell came from the kitchen. He gripped onto the pillow tighter, stopping himself from getting up to find out what that scent was. He wasn't sure if he ate at all today, but his stomach yearned for it.

He pushed the pillow aside; his feet touched the floor softly, careful that he did not make a sound. He tip-toed toward the kitchen doorway and peeked inside. Yoongi had his back to him, doing something on the counter. He jumped up when he turned around and saw Jimin standing in the doorway, holding two bowls of some sort of meat and vegetables. Jimin's mouth watered, immediately reached for the bowl. "Ah, ah, ah," Yoongi tsked, gestured to the small table by the window.

Jimin looked at him, narrowed his eyes at the older boy but sat down. Yoongi grabbed a pair of chopsticks and placed them in front of Jimin, not attempting to hand stuff to him anymore and began eating without a word. He was about a quarter way through his bowl when he looked up from his bowl, realizing that Jimin wasn't eating. "Jiminie, you need to eat."

"Why do you call me that?" Jimin muttered. "My name is Jimin, you said that yourself."

Yoongi swallowed, unsure what to say to him. "Alright, Jimin. Eat."

Yoongi lowered his eyes and returned to his bowl. Jimin stared at him for a moment before taking the chopsticks, struggled with them for a second before munching down on his food. He hummed, the food tasted amazing. Yoongi couldn't help but smile, using his hand to cover his mouth. Jimin continued to eat without noticing, and they ate in silence.

Yoongi almost forgot for a second that Jimin was back to Jimin now, instead of a shell that he was for a nearly three months. Despite that Jimin was afraid and couldn't remember him yet, Yoongi was grateful that he was awake. "Awake" meant Jimin wasn't a silent and unthinking robot that couldn't do a lot for himself. Those lonely days when Yoongi missed his Jimin, small flashing memories of their old past left behind. The rings they wore, a symbol of their promise, and now instead looped in a silver chain necklace around his neck. Yoongi's reminder that they loved each other, that Jimin once loved him.

Yoongi had finished eating before Jimin and hadn't realized that he was now staring out the window until Jimin cleared his throat. "Would you like a drink?"

"My powers," Jimin hesitated, unsure of those words. "What are they?"

Jimin stared at his hand, rubbing at his ring finger. He felt something there like Yoongi did when he first woke. Unstable power and Yoongi lacked control the first couple of days, just like he warned Jimin. Namjoon and Jin had to use whatever they could as shields. Yoongi glanced at the small hole in the wall where a cooking pan had flown across the kitchen and slammed against the wall, nearly hitting Jin in the face when Yoongi had simply raised his hand.

Yoongi rubbed at his neck, unsure how to explain it. "You can make things explode." He shrugged, gulping at the realization. "From what I saw in the bathroom, you can create some sort of energy and Namjoon warned us that you could potentially be dangerous."

"I could be dangerous?" Jimin jeered. "What does that even mean?"

"It means you can probably blow us up if you're not careful, or we're not careful," Yoongi said bluntly, looking at Jimin directly in his eyes. "And sometimes we're not careful."

Yoongi raised his sleeve, exposing his shoulder where Jimin saw four long scars that looked like fingers where Jin had simply just touched him. It was an innocent accident but Yoongi would be scarred forever. Yoongi pulled his sleeve down, hiding the scar. "We had to figure out how to sustain," Yoongi chewed at his lip, "our powers."

"How?" Jimin questioned. Yoongi looked almost scared to answer him. Jimin began to wonder why and how he managed to fall asleep this afternoon. "Did you drug me or something?"

Yoongi took in a shaky breath, opening his mouth to say something but nothing could come out.

The door slammed open, startling the two boys on the table. Namjoon was holding up Jin, who was bleeding from his head. "Where's the damn first aid?" Namjoon shouted.

Sparks and glass exploded from the kitchen table, Yoongi looked at down his scratched arms when he realized that Jimin had panicked. Jimin who looked terrified also looked down at the table and at his hands.

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a/n : alright chapter three out of the way. not sure if I should continue, it's kind of hard to find motivation and if people are actually reading this. But I enjoy where this is heading and I have a few things planned.