To Save Him | YOONMIN

Seventeen

Jimin would have been bouncing in his seat if it didn't hurt to do so.

All he wanted was to see Yoongi, touch him to make sure that he was real, and that Jimin wasn't just imagining things. They had almost reached Yoongi's apartment, and as the minivan drew closer to it, sure enough.

Min Yoongi, bundled up in his winter coat, was standing outside waiting for him.

As soon as the vehicle had stopped and the door had opened, Yoongi hurried to Jimin's side. Jungkook unbuckled him and helped him to stand and then into the arms of Yoongi, who clutched onto the boy tightly, as if he was his lifeline.

One firm arm around Jimin's lower back and his free hand cradling the back of his head, Yoongi held Jimin close for the first time in a week. But it truly felt like a lifetime.

Jimin started to break down into Yoongi's shoulder, clutching at his coat, because, as much as he had reassured everyone that night, he was not okay. Soft sobs grew into louder ones, and soon it sounded as if the sounded boy was choking on his tears. He had gone through so much that night, a pair of warm, caring arms that were just for him was enough to finally break the dam that was holding back the flood.

"Shhh, it's okay. You're okay now. I have you." Yoongi stroked Jimin's hair, which had grown matted at some parts, whispering calming words into his ear and pressing a few soft kisses onto the boy's temple. "You're safe."

"I-I-I'm so s-sorry!" Jimin cried into Yoongi's shoulder, clutching tighter to his coat.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Jimin. C'mon, lets go inside and get you cleaned up." Yoongi swiped the pad of his thumb underneath Jimin's eyes to get rid of the sparkling tears that had fallen there.

Jungkook sensed it was his time, so he made a move to pick Jimin up like he had before, but Yoongi shook his head and waved the youngest off, grunting as he picked Jimin up bridal-style and began to move into the building.

Thank God they put an elevator in.

Soon enough they had reached the third floor and Yoongi was panting because, well, as much as Jimin wasn't that heavy, Yoongi also wasn't that strong. He hurriedly made his way into the apartment, Hoseok and the rest of the gang following behind them like lost puppies, and into his bedroom where he put Jimin on the bed and covered him up.

Jimin, who was still sniffling, held onto Yoongi even after he had been put on the bed. "S-Stay with me, please."

The others looked on from the doorway at the two friends, perhaps more than, fondly. Thinking it was best to give them some privacy, they turned and exited, closing the door.

"Okay." Yoongi sank down onto the bed. Jimin had already laid down, so Yoongi pulled the covers up around him.

Jimin suddenly realized how unclean he was.

"Uh, actually, could I get a shower? I'd feel bad if I got your sheets dirty." Jimin forced himself into a sitting position and smiled sheepishly, hiccupping.

"Yeah, of course." Yoongi went to pick Jimin up, but the younger shook his head.

"Just help me walk in there. I can do that."

Yoongi held out his hand for the younger to take as he got up, which he accepted gratefully. Slowly but surely, Jimin began to walk towards the bathroom that was connected to Yoongi's room, supported by the older's arm around his back.

"Do you need anything?" Yoongi asked as they entered the bathroom.

"N-No, I'm good. Thank you." Jimin smiled and limped over to turn the water on.