A new home (yoonmin)

Baby

It's been two days, two days since Jimin has seen Yoongi. Two days since the alpha command was used, two days since he watched Yoongi kill someone.

The days have been much longer than they seemed, with Jimin holed up in his den, refusing to come out. Jin and Jungkook had been bringing him meals, and Taehyung would come and sit and talk with him before retreating back to his mate.

In all honesty, Jimin missed Yoongi so much. Missed his hugs, his kisses, his gentle touches that would leave butterflies fluttering around Jimins tummy. Of course he was angry at the alpha, and he had every right to be, but Jimin wasn't petty. He knew Yoongi did what he did for his own reasons, and that the only way to find this out was to talk to the other. That he would do, but he just needed time, a couple more days to cool off and then he would have a civilized discussion with his hyung, that way he wouldn't get too angry and say something he regretted. He didn't want this to escalate, and to spiral out of control into something bigger than it originally was, so he would talk to the alpha, but first he would finish his book, and maybe sleep.

Little did he know how much the alpha was actually stressing about this. Yoongi felt awful. He was shaken up, he was snappy and almost bit Jungkooks head off earlier at breakfast. He couldn't control what he was feeling, he missed Jimin so much, ached for the omega, and knowing that Jimin was upset with him made him feel shit. The only person that saw through Yoongis angry front was Jin. His hyung had always had a way of knowing what was on everyone's minds, and this were to be anyone else, Yoongi would have told them to fuck off.

But this was Jin. And Jin saw straight through Yoongi. And all it took was a simple "You'll figure it out, go and see him" from the older for Yoongi to build up the courage to do so. Tonight, he would bring Jimin his dinner.

Jimin placed down his book with a loud sigh, he had finished it. The ending was, well, mediocre to say the least. Interesting, but wouldn't recommend or read again. Sliding down into his bed, he briefly closed his eyes and decided now would be a good time for a nice nap, little did he know it would be far from it.

Hands were all over him. Pushing and shoving him. He could feel blood in his mouth, blood that has trickled down from the large gash on his forehead. They were shouting, he couldn't of known who, but the voices kept multiplying, the hits got harder and the cuts got deeper, and he was really screaming now.
He was yelling, why wasn't this stopping? He was kicking, screaming and thrashing around but it was to no avail.

"Jimin!" He knew that voice, but no, he couldn't be here, he wouldn't hurt him.

"Jimin, baby." Hands were shaking his shoulders. "It's not real, sunshine it's just a dream."

Jimin sat up with a gasp, sweat trickled down his forehead and he could feel his own body shaking and shivering. There was someone in front of him, he wanted them gone. Jimin scooted back away from the outstretched hand, and his sobs became louder as his heart tightened in his chest. He couldn't breathe.

But suddenly he was being pulled in close to a firm chest, a hand circled around his waist, and another one came to rest atop his head to being his ear down to a steady heart beat.

"Breathe, my sunshine." And it was crazy how just a simple touch, and a simple voice could make all of Jimins worries vanish, like they were never there to begin with.

"Tell me 3 things you see sunshine, cmon, breathe for hyung." But what could he see? He could see white dots clouding behind his eyelids, and he opened them briefly to come into view with his alpha, staring down at him.

"Cmon, you're doing great, name what you can see." He felt himself slightly calming at the physical contact and the sound of Yoongis voice which rumbled through his chest.

"I see-" a sob caught in his throat, but all he felt was a reassuring hand running up and down his back that quickly came round to hold his hand, "I see you." He took a deep breath and craned his head slightly.

"I see- I see your rings, o-on your," another sob,"on your fingers."  The hand clasping on to his was grounding, his breathing was slowing and the sobbing had reduced to loud sniffles.

"Good job, Baby." Even in this state, that name still gave him the chills. "One more thing."

He could see better now, and his eyes landed on another object to name.
"I see my- my shitty book i just finished." He felt the alpha chuckle, and realized how much he had calmed down just from a simple hand hold and some talking. The alpha shifted them around until Jimin was the little spoon, and he passed out from exhaustion. Whatever they needed to talk about could wait until when Jimin was feeling better.

I don't like the way this turned out :( is this good?

Next chapter, prepare for a sassy Jimin and a whipped Yoongi, they finally sort their shit out.