Pretty | Yoonmin (DISCONTINUED)

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TRIGGER WARNING: a mention of self harm

Where...where are we...going? Yoongi signed shakily, his movements faltering with the force of how hard his small body was trembling. His breaths were stuttered, filling up the still air between them as Jimin drove with his shaky, burning red panic. Jimin could almost feel how suffocating it was, and if he hadn't been driving, he would have held him close, acquaintances or not. The way he was heaving, growing smaller and smaller with each passing second, was heartbreaking, and at that moment, he couldn't care less about boundaries. He just wanted to make Yoongi stop shaking like that.

But he didn't show it, not wanting to make Yoongi feel even more vulnerable. He just smiled softly, a reassuring curve of his cherry stained lips. "I'm going to take you out for ice cream. You like ice cream right?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yoongi nod slightly, his arms folded tight around his middle.

He was hiding again, trying to protect himself. Jimin had grown accustomed to that stance. He was curling into himself, like his skin was too big for his body. Like it didn't fit right anymore.

Jimin desperately searched for something to distract him from himself. If he grew any worse, he would start tearing his skin off of his fingers. Again.

It was a bad habit, Jimin had noticed, he couldn't resist the urge to indulge in.

He couldn't necessarily have a conversation with him. Not while he was driving. And Yoongi's hands were shaking too much, he wasn't sure he'd be able to sign anything coherent.

He waited for a stop light, watching as the green light flashed to red, before turning to him with wide, sparkling eyes, woven with sunshine to hide the overwhelming worry he felt for his hyung. The richness of shifting burgundy and hazel shimmered to the surface, and Yoongi found himself focusing on that. His eyes were pretty. And warm.

"What kind of music do you like?" He asked quickly, glancing at the lights frequently as he awaited a reply.

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders which seemed to cage in on his beaten lungs. He sniffed, tilting his head forward so his bangs fell further into his face, catching on his fluttering, dark lashes.

I don't...I don't really...know... He signed timidly, seeming almost...embarrassed as he admitted the fact.

Jimin tilted his head curiously, distress straining on his heart.

Yoongi didn't even know what kind of music he liked? God, what horrors must this poor boy have been through not to know the joys of varied music?

Seeing his shock, Yoongi rushed to elaborate.

I mean of course I've heard music...I love music, it's just...I haven't heard much I guess...

Jimin hummed, watching with a slightly amused smirk as pink blush dusted the older man's sugar white cheeks, and he scratched te back of his neck bashfully. He looked almost flustered. It was cute.

Stop looking at me like that. He signed, but Jimin could almost hear the whine in his movements, a tiny pout on his pretty lips.

"Sorry," Jimin said with a soft laugh, though it held no weight. He turned away from him as the light flashed green again, grasping the steering wheel as they began moving again. "You're just...wow...I can't believe you haven't-"

Yoongi interrupted him, dragging his hand over his neck in a deadly movement, his glare telling him to shut up about it. But the tips of his ears growing red ruined the threatening effect.