Alphabet Soup ✞ myg.pjm

𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂 𝓞𝓷𝓮

When Yoongi had finally made it home, he found himself further panicked at the state he could find Jimin in. Yoongi didn't know exactly what had gone down at school to cause him to slip so far into little space, but he could only imagine it was a mixture of pure exhaustion from too many late nights spent hunched over his desk, nose buried deep in a textbook, and the major anxiety over his exams.

Yoongi also knew of the times Jimin had been teased at school, them being mostly over his issues with anxiety. He was all too aware when he had Jimin sobbing into his shoulder, clutching at his sides as he choked out the cruel story. Yoongi would rub his back and listen, muttering lowly under his breath of how he was going to "fucking kill them".

Ultimately that was never what Jimin wanted. He would only grab onto Yoongi's wrist and tell him that 'he was okay, he would be over it by morning, he just needed to let it all out, you know?' Yoongi would reluctantly agree, but only to see the tiny smile that would pull at Jimin's lips in response. Despite Yoongi fearing the worst, he had to pull himself together for Jimin. To be there for him, and to be strong.

Yoongi instantly noticed the silence he was met with upon stepping into the hallway. Most days after returning from the studio, he was met by the blaring of music from the tv that Jimin loved to have up way too loud, or on his littler days, by Jimin stumbling up to him, fists rubbing at his sleepy eyes and a "Kitten!" muffled behind a pacifier.

It was very unlike Jimin to not provide Yoongi with some form of greeting as he placed his keys carelessly on the side table and took a few steps further down the narrow room.

Yoongi promptly took a minute to check in Jimin's usual spots, the living room, kitchen and bathroom, all appearing empty. He must have been in his room.

"Jimin?" Yoongi called, his hands busy unbuttoning his coat and placing it to rest on the banister. "I'm home aren't you gonna come and say hi?"

It didn't take long before Yoongi could see Jimin come bounding down the hallway, instantly noticing how he was clad adorably in a fuzzy bear onesie. The onesie held a hood that draped drastically over his head, small soft ears stuck on top. Bear sweater paws pooled at Jimin's wrists endearingly and Yoongi's heart may have grown two hundred sizes larger at the sight. That's not normal, right?

"Kitten!" Yoongi received his usual greeting, only this time it was not spoken excitedly in a soft and sleepy voice, but more so whined out, hiccups noticeable after every syllable. As Jimin wobbled closer, Yoongi could detect his tear stained cheeks, sticky under the faded light of the hallway, and his pursed lips trembling as he sniffled. "Oh, who was it this time?"

Yoongi's arms were wide open as Jimin threw himself into them, his head finding shelter against Yoongi's warm chest, and arms wrapping tightly around his waist, squeezing him close with all his might. Yoongi's own arms wrapped with one around his lower back, and one moving to delicately cradle his head, shushing Jimin lowly as he moved. "There's no need to cry Jimin i'm here." His words only found Jimin sobbing louder, voice somewhat muffled by Yoongi's shirt, but louder nonetheless.

Yoongi patiently let Jimin wail until he seemed fresh out of tears, left dry heaving as Yoongi consoled him through it, holding him tightly in his grip the entire time. Only once Jimin had calmed down enough to control his breathing once again, did Yoongi attempt to pull his own body from Jimin's slightly. Jimin grasped tightly onto Yoongi's arms as he noticed the movements, quickly hushed by Yoongi taking his face into his palms, thumbs running over the lines of fresh tears printed onto his cheeks. Yoongi took one hand from Jimin's cheek and placed it to his head, running his fingers through the soft material of his hood.

"Did you get dressed all by yourself?" Jimin nodded. "wow you did a good job, i'm shook. How about we go and sit down on the sofa and you can tell me what happened, hm?"