Martyr | Yoonmin [1] (unedited)

chapter 10

Jimin was staring.

Yoongi tried not to let it bother him. They were walking home after a long and very awkward shopping trip. They bought some better-fitted clothes for Jimin and everything that Jin had written down. After their conversation at the park, it had gotten quiet and neither of them was unsure of what to say. They didn't want to talk about the room, they weren't even sure what the room was. Dark and coldness were all Jimin could remember, the memory reminding him how weak he felt but that was it.

He didn't want to remember or experience that feeling again.

They were near the apartment when Jimin stopped, something catching his eye. A vendor was selling jewelry, knick-knacks and other random stuff. But it was the rings that caught Jimin's attention and Yoongi walked a few steps ahead before realizing that Jimin had stopped. He walked back slowly, a good distance behind him when he saw what Jimin was looking at. The thin chain necklace around his neck seemed to get heavy.

As if startled, Jimin jumped and turned around reminded that he had to go home. He saw Yoongi holding the necklace, the same familiarity he had the whole time they were shopping and at the park. Yoongi had told him that those were their rings.

He pushed the thought away and walked past Yoongi, and Yoongi followed a moment after. Even if Yoongi hated it, Jimin still thought of him as a stranger.

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When they entered the apartment, Jin came out of the kitchen excitedly and grabbed the bags Jimin was holding. "Oh goody, you guys are home," He said, smiling ear to ear. "We're going to make lunch."

Yoongi looked like he was about to protest but Jin was already pulling Jimin in the kitchen. He followed them without a word. Jin grabbed the vegetables from a bag, placing them on a cutting board and grabbing a knife from the drawer. Yoongi couldn't help but feel anxious, watching Jimin like a child who was around a sharp knife. "Here, Jimin I'm going to teach you how to cut these."

Yoongi held his breath but had a tiny smile form in the corners of his mouth as Jimin watched Jin carefully. Jin showed him how to use the knife and like a chef cut the vegetables into slices before handing the knife over to Jimin. With amateur hands and a bit of hesitance, Jimin tried to copy what Jin had shown him. "Yoongi, fry the meat. I'm sure you don't need assistance so why don't you get started?"

Yoongi followed Jin's orders and grabbed the freshly cut meat from its package. Jimin looked up in surprise when a frying pan lifted off the wall where it hanged and floated across the room. Yoongi grabbed it casually, reached out his other hand and tongs hovered out of the drawer. Jin was unfazed. Jimin, mouth slightly open, was amazed.

Soon the kitchen smelled wonderful, Jimin was getting the hang of it and had yet to cut himself. Yoongi continued to watch the student while the meat fried. Jin grabbed a bag of noodles and handed them over to Jimin who finished cutting the rest of the vegetables. "I'll take these," He put the vegetables aside. "And now, on to your next lesson, boiling noodles."

By the time they were finished cooking, it was two in the afternoon. Dirty dishes left in the sink and three boys noisily slurping their food. Jimin felt like he could cry at how amazing the food tasted when he looked up, with his mouth open – food halfway brought to his mouth - and saw that Jin was staring at him. Jimin thought he had food on his face, rubbed at his cheeks when Jin suddenly spoke. "You need a haircut."

"Aish, leave him alone," Yoongi mumbled with a mouthful of food. "He looks fine."

"You can barely see his eyes." Jin insisted and reached over to push Jimin's blonde bangs back. Yoongi was unbothered by Jimin's hair, tilting his head to the side, looking at the blonde boy. He thought Jimin looked cute the way his bangs slightly covered his eyes – he still hadn't changed out of Jin's sweater, making him look small and boyish. "You have nice eyes, Jimin-ssi."

Jimin turned pink, smiled sheepishly and covered his eyes with his hand. His cheeks turned from a bright pink to a rosy red when he realized both boys were staring at him.

"Just a tiny trim," Jin begged, pressed his palms together and stuck out his lower lip. "I cut the others' hair all the time, it won't hurt just to cut a little bit off."

Before he knew it, Jimin was sitting the middle of the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his shoulders and damp hair. He wasn't even sure if he agreed to it or not, but Jin already had scissors in his hand. Yoongi was watching by the table, eating what looked like to be candy, Jimin couldn't be sure. He wanted to ask for one, curious at what it was but Jin threatened him not to move a muscle.

Jin had started from the back. Jimin could see Yoongi cringe in anxious anticipation in the corner of his eye, and he closed his eyes as if expecting pain. He heard the snip of hair but nothing terrible happened, just a sigh of relief from all three boys and Jin quietly continued. When Jin finished, he told Jimin to rinse off in the shower.

Jimin was getting out of the shower when his head began to hurt. He groaned, holding his head in his hands. His head pulsing, the pressure ringing in his ears and it felt like his head was burning. His knees nearly buckling from under him, he caught himself on the edge of the tub and slide down to the floor. He squeezed his eyes shut, covering his eyes with both hands, the light becoming almost unbearable.

He was gasping in pain when the pain suddenly subsided, tears in his eyes. Just as random as it came, the pain was gone. He grabbed the towel from where he put it, wrapping his around his body - suddenly very aware that he is naked. He didn't feel cold, but he was shivering. It took him about a minute before his heart started to calm down, and he slowly pulled himself off the floor. He dried his hair and wrapped the towel around his waist.

He peeked into to the room, just in case Yoongi might be in there and quickly grabbed his new clothes. Quickly dressing, he sighed and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Blonde hair but black roots. His hair must be naturally black. Chewing on his lip, he thought of dying it when he heard voices from outside his room.

Jimin tiptoed to the door, grabbing the handle. He almost opened it but feared that it would creak. The voices were getting a little too high and a bit too aggressive.

"I didn't agree to this," Jimin could hear Yoongi raise his voice. "You're not bringing that asshole here."

"I'm getting really sick of you thinking you can disobey orders." Namjoon? Jimin's ears perked up, wondering when he came home. "I've tried to push this further, tried to convince him that Jimin needs more time to adjust but he's already asked Taehyung to bring him."

"Then I'm goin-"

"Alone, Yoongi." Jimin cringed, he felt like he was the one being scolded. Namjoon's demanding voice silencing the apartment. "And you will join me the next time I go on a trip."

"You don't fucking tell me what to do!" Yoongi raised his voice, stopping short when the sound of the door creaking open surprised them. Jimin had opened the door. Namjoon sighed heavily, pushing his fingers through his purple hair.

Jin was sitting on the couch, looking down at the floor, and fidgeting with his hands. Yoongi was looking at Jimin with wide eyes. Jimin stared back at Yoongi, his forehead creased with worry. "What's going on?"

The only expression Jimin could read from the three older boys was Yoongi's. The others were unreadable. Jin continued to stare at the floor, unmoving. Namjoon refused to look at him.

"Who's Taehyung?" Jimin asked when someone started knocking on the front door.

Namjoon grabbed Yoongi's shoulder, holding him where he stood. "Jin, please. Can you answer the door?"