Soju Shots • Y.min (discontinued)

XXIX

"Are you tired?" Yoongi asked.

"Hm, no not really. I'm too cold to go to sleep," Jimin said.

"Do you want my sweatshirt?" Yoongi offered.

"No! Then you'll get cold!" Jimin said. "You should go ask for more blankets."

"I don't wanna leave you down here alone," Yoongi presses their foreheads together.

"I'll be fine, just go quick. I'll keep the door locked okay?" Jimin said. "I can unlock it and let you back in."

"Okay, stay in here though. I'll be right back," Yoongi got out of the bed and ran out of the room. Jimin got up as well to lock the door and he stayed next to the door til Yoongi came back. "Hey, let me back in."

Jimin opened the door, closing and locking it after he came in. "Turn that lamp on. I wanna turn the lights off," Jimin said. Yoongi put the blankets on the bed and turned the lamp off. Jimin turned the lights off and got into bed with Yoongi, the two bundling up with all the blankets.

"Are you warm enough now?" Yoongi asked.

"Yeah," Jimin sighed. "How long are we gonna stay here?" Jimin asked.

"As long as you need too, why?" Yoongi asked.

"I don't like it here. I wanna see if Taehyung will let us go stay with him instead," Jimin said. "The smell here makes me nauseous, it's gross right?"

"No, I'm used to it. I kinda like it now, but we can go to Taehyung's tomorrow if you really want to," Yoongi kisses Jimin in the forehead. "Get some sleep, it'll make it go by faster."

"I can't, I can't stop thinking about stuff," Jimin cuddled up to Yoongi. "There's so much on my mind."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Yoongi asked.

"She said I was worthless," Jimin stared up at the dark ceiling. "She's right, I'm disgusting."

"Don't fucking say that," Yoongi growled. "You're not disgusting, you're fucking gorgeous."

"No I'm not, everybody hates me. I didn't even do anything wrong. What did I do wrong?" Yoongi watched the tears fall from Jimin eyes. "I hate it, I hate it so much. My mom doesn't care, Muji doesn't care, Taehyung hasn't talked to me in forever, I have nothing."

"Shut up! You have me! What are you talking about? Stop spewing out nonsense. Open your goddamn eyes," Yoongi sat up and looked at Jimin.

"Y-you're being mean," Jimin's voice cracked as he spoke.

"I'm not being mean. I fucking hate it when pretty people like you say bullshit like that because they're insecure about every fucking part of their body. You're not fucking worthless and nobody fucking hates you."

"Why are you being so aggressive? You asked me if I wanted to talk so I did and now you're getting mad at me!" Jimin sat up as well and Yoongi got out of bed.

"Well you're being ridiculous. You're not worthless. I'm going to have a smoke, I'll be back," Yoongi unlocked the door and closed it behind him as he left. Jimin curled back up beneath the blankets and silently sobbed himself to sleep.

-

Jimin woke up the next morning to Yoongi not in bed. He said he'd come back, but he wasn't here. Jimin got up and went up the stairs. He tiptoed through the house, afraid of running into somebody he didn't know.

He stopped at the top of the stairs and peeked around the corner, Yoongi was sitting at the breakfast bar with Jin on the other side. "I got so mean," Yoongi sighed. "I didn't mean to, he kept saying that he was worthless and it made me mad."