ᴄʀᴜᴛᴄʜᴇs || ᴊ.ᴊᴋ + ᴋ.ᴛʜ ✔️

seventeen: give me your hand

Jimin's POV

This time, he didn't fall asleep.

Jimin lost track of time, sitting on the school porch by the archery range, where he typically watched Yoongi shoot at targets. But the boy became lost in his thoughts, a heavy, heavy cloud of thoughts that caused him to become rooted in one place for a long time.

The events of earlier that day. That Monday morning, when Jimin had gone to Jungkook's house to meet up with him to go to school. He found his friend still curled up in bed, trembling like a leaf as he had thrown his covers off. And Jimin assumed the boy had fallen into one of this slumps, and so he planned stay behind to take care of Jungkook instead of going to school.

But Jungkook had other ideas. He didn't want that. Which struck Jimin as odd, to say the very least, because it was typically an unspoken thing that he stayed with Jungkook on days like these. Needless to say it affected Jimin in a negative way when his friend started screaming at him to go to school, to leave him alone.

Just leave him alone.

Jungkook never told Jimin to leave him alone.

It hurt Jimin, who didn't fully understand the reason, and who almost felt like crying as he walked out the door of his friend's house that morning.

Of course, being who he was, Jimin felt guilty. For a number of reasons. He wondered if he made the right choice leaving Jungkook alone.

Heavy, heavy thoughts.

"You look awful."

He didn't even have the energy to be startled. Or act nervous around his crush, who sat so close beside him with a look of pure concern painted across his handsome face. Yoongi's eyes were fixed sweetly on the despondent boy.

"Jimin, do you wanna talk?"

He was still distracted. He registered Yoongi's voice, but his heart still hung tightly to a sad, hollowing feeling that locked his head in place.

Then he felt Yoongi take his hand.

And all of a sudden now he paid attention.

Upon Jimin's gasping and tearing his hand away from the other, Yoongi furrowed his brow as a gentle sigh passed through his lips. Evidently Jimin's reaction had dissatisfied him. And Jimin could see this, but he also couldn't have helped reacting the way he did.

"Y—I-I'm sorry, Y-"

"Even when you look depressed you're so tense."

So solemn, so earnest. Yoongi's brown eyes drifted over to the hand Jimin had yanked away.

"I can't help it," Jimin blurted, tensing even more. He swallowed a nervous breath and Yoongi sighed again.

"Well, maybe I can. Here, give me your hand, Jimin, I'll show you something."

What? "B-but why-?"

"Please?"

Puppy-dog eyes. The same Min Yoongi viewed by so many of his peers as this cool, unapproachable yet respectable individual was now using the puppy-dog eyes technique on poor, helpless Jimin who was absolutely defenseless against them. The little head-tilt didn't help. Nor did the adorable pouty-lips.

Already feeling his blush deepening, Jimin lifted his hand and slowly moved it towards Yoongi until the boy once again took it in his own. Delicately.

He began to gently massage the area below Jimin's fingers with his thumb. As an instantaneous reaction, Jimin's hand tensed again and he clasped his fingers around Yoongi's thumb. And the mint-haired boy just smiled as Jimin stuttered needless apologies, cheeks red with embarrassment and ears starting to share that tint. He's so sweet...