Previously:
"Where are they?" Jimin questioned.
"Here's a hint, a lot of screaming and loud sounds coming from Taehyung's room. Enough to wake me up." He laughed slightly grabbing a glass in the kitchen.
"N-No... t-they're not-" Jimin stuttered feelings a bit broken.
"Wait..." Yoongi turned around to glare at Jimin, "why do you care so much?"
Jimin swallowed thickly, shook and hung his head, walking to the backyard.
Current:
As Jimin closed the slider door behind him and stood in the cool breeze he couldn't stop himself from feeling hurt. Sure none of the boys were truly in any sort of relationship, but he has grown extremely close to Jungkook in the past couple months. So getting the news that Taehyung was only a few steps away from him doing things Jimin wished he could do burned a little. The only things that ever stoped him was not knowing of the Maknae was into that sort of thing and his mixed feelings for his hyung Yoongi. Jimin sat on the railing of their back porch facing towards the house, head down attempting to keep his feelings at bay. A small creek from the sliding glass door was heard but Jimin didn't bother to look up. The voice he heard afterwards however caught him off guard.
"Something wrong Jimin?" It was Yoongi who had come to check on him. Jimin's body instantly shivered at his voice and he couldn't help but find some sort of bliss in it. He couldn't quite figure out if he had true feelings for the older man, or if its just been a while since he got off.
"I'm fine." He mumbled wiping a stray tear that dared fall from his brown eyes.
"But you're not." Yoongi protested stepping closer to where his body was only inches from Jimin's. "I know you're not. The tone in your voice completely changed back there. I could practically hear you pleading for someone." Jimin avoided the mans gaze as reality hit him by turning his head to focus on the torch they had lit by the chairs. Swallowing thickly and clinging to the railing with his small fists he choked back tears. "God I'm such a crybaby" he thought to himself on the verge of losing it in front of his friend.
"Hey." Yoongi cooed, gently grabbing the younger's jaw to direct his eyes on him instead of the crimson flame in the distance. "Do you wish I would touch you like that Jiminnie?"
That statement caused his hooded eyes to widen. "W-what?" Jimin stuttered completely frozen in his place.
"I've seen how you've gazed at Kook, but I've also seen the spark in your eyes whenever I've walked in from the pool shirtless, slightly still wet as the water beads off my skin, my hair a mess."
Everything Yoongi was saying was completely true. He has feelings for his hyung, but doesn't think he feels the same. "Maybe-" Yoongi drew out putting his hand underneath Jimin's white sweater to feel his warmth, "maybe I could help you tonight. I over heard that everyone wanted to go clubbing. If you want to do this, make an excuse not to go." Those last six words were said close enough for Jimin to feel the hot air brush his lips. Things were churning in his stomach. Something made him feel like he couldn't do it, but another part craved more of Yoongi's touch, something more than just a hand on his bare waist.
As the boys made their way inside they were met with the awkward silence in the dining room. Taehyung and Jungkook were sitting on complete opposite sides of the table. One flushed pink and the other completely pale. Could you guess who was which? As Yoongi and Jimin sat down and made their plates no one spoke until all of their dishes were empty. Then their quiet moment was ruined when Namjoon spoke, "Alright, are we all going to club Russo tonight or what?"
Jimin's heart began to pound as his head racked for some sort of an excuse to use for staying home. He can't say he's sick because Jin would offer to stay and take care of him. If he says he doesn't feel like going Hoseok would offer to talk with him because it's not like Jimin to not go out and dance. Gosh why is this so difficult?!
