the rejected bullet || yoonmin

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[yoongi pov]

i got to the korean bbq place, and saw them laughing while cooking bbq. i took a deep breath, and double checked on a nearby window if my eyes were not as puffy, but i kept on crying on the way here.

i got inside and saw them, and once i did, i instantly smiled. i looked at jimin, who looked at me. his eye smile struck me, and once again all my worries were just stripped away.

i smiled, and took a seat next to him.

"did you guys already order a lot?" i asked. they shook their head.

"we just started. it was a pretty long wait, but dig in!" seokjin said, flipping the pork belly that was on the grill. my stomach was growling so much, i don't think i ate anything the past few days to be honest.

i sat back on the seat, and felt my hand land onto jimin's hand. he looked at me, and i looked at him.

"sorry." i said, trying to brush it off.

he shook his head, and smiled.

"it's okay, i don't mind." he said, and grabbed his chopsticks.

"i don't mind"? 

did he just say that?

what does that even mean!?

"i'm so glad that this whole yoonji business is over. oh yea, yoongi how did the talk with your mother go?" hoseok asked, while eating a piece of bulgogi.

"uh..." i began fidgeting with my fingers, but then sighed.

"she said that my father wanted a baby boy, and i guess she just implanted that into her brain. she pushed yoonji away from our family, and... ugh. it just makes me so pissed off. i told her, when yoonji is okay from the mental hospital, that i will forgive her once she talks to yoonji." i said, and drank my water after i finished.

they all just looked at me, upset.

"we're sorry you have to deal with this." namjoon said, sighing.

i shrugged.

"it's whatever i guess." i then took a piece of pork belly that was cut.

we continued to talk about life, and it just felt really good.

maybe my real family members are hard to get to at the moment, but right now, my friends all truly mean family to me. they make me the happiest, and i'm forever grateful i met them.

after about two hours, we were finishing up.

well, i mean, in the second hour, everyone began to drink, except for taehyung who hates alcohol, but jungkook was the one drinking, and passed out onto taehyung's lap after two bottles of soju. hoseok was completely drunk, and namjoon and seokjin took him home since they didn't drink. 

jimin and i were the ones left. we kind of hung out outside the restaurant. 

he was drunk, and he was the type to talk while drunk.

i guess i'm the one with higher tolerance among our group, because i drank at least three bottles.

"jimin, c'mon. let's go home..." i said, trying to lift him up from lying on the side of me.

"n-nooooo. yoonggggiiiii. hahahahahaaaa, you're so funny." he mumbled, his eyes were shut.

oh god, what am i gonna do.

"jimin, i told you, you have low tolerance and yet you drank at least two bottles. let's go home. i'll take you to your dorm..." 

i was trying to lift him up, and he immediately jumped onto my arms.