strawberries & cigarettes || YOONMIN ✔ wattys2019

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All they shared on their way to jimins parents was silence. It wasn't the bad type of silence. It was just the type of silence after something happened and you're trying to collect your thoughts, knowing you had no power or control over whatever just happened.

Their hands slightly brushing against each other from time to time and yoongi wanted nothing more than to hold the others hand but it didn't feel right that moment. He didn't know why. He just didn't want to look like he was trying to make jimin feel better even though it was exactly what he was trying to do. But regardless, yoongi meant the things he did.

"Do you think they'll be happy to see me?" the younger suddenly spoke, his soft and worried voice breaking into the silence. Yoongi looked up and sighed," I think you shouldn't worry too much. I don't know about your father but your mother definitely wants you back. I can guarantee that."

And then yoongi smiled in a comforting way and the younger smiled back, trying to believe yoongi.

Moments later, they reached their destination and jimin stood there, in front of his own house, his heart pounding and yoongi right behind him. He didn't know if it was the right thing to do. He just hoped it wasn't wrong either.

He turned to yoongi, frowning, after ringing and knocking a couple of times yet there was no response,"w-what if they moved?"

"No way." Yoongi said, and lightly pushed jimin aside, knocking on the door a bit louder. After a couple of tries he gave up. He gasped when he just used the door handle, finding the door unlocked. It opened.

He turned to jimin, whose eyes had widened and then he just nodded. Yoongi carefully opened the door,"Mrs. Park?"

Jimin entered the house with heavy steps, not breathing properly. He began to panick as he didn't get any response. Why was the door unlocked? Why was nobody home? And why was there this weird feeling in the atmosphere?

They walked into the living room. Jimins eyes immediately landing on all the empty bottles of wine on the floor, some of the drinks even spilled on the floor.

Meanwhile, yoongi has spotted something else in the cornor of the room. His mouth parted but he wasn't able to speak. He just hurried to her," Mrs. Park! Mrs. Park, can you hear me? We're here. Jimin is here. Your son is here."

He grabbed her shoulders, trying to wake her up but she seemed to be too drunk. Her eyes were half closed and she just hummed in response, mumbling some words they weren't able to understand.

Jimin still stood by the door frame, watching the scene in front of him. It felt like his legs completely gave up. Never in his life has he expected to see his mother like this. Especially because his mother wasn't the type to drink. He stealthily moved forwards, kneeling down in front of his mother, touching her tired face ," mom. I.. I'm back."

"Let's bring her to bed", yoongi suggested and they both carried her to her bedroom. The bedroom looked like a complete mess, clothes were all over the place. But to be honest, the complete house looked like a mess.

Jimin just needed some rest. There was too much going on in his life at this point. He was laying in his old bed, holding onto it like it meant the world to him. Being in his room felt so strange but also kind of comforting. He just laid there, staring holes into the wall as he thought about almost everything. At some point, he was just feeling numb.Things were just getting too much. Life was getting too much.

Meanwhile, yoongi was cleaning the house while jimin and his mother were getting the rest they needed. He threw all the bottles out, wiped the floor and tables, threw away the trash and leftovers and put some clothes back into the closet. He washed the dishes and he could tell they weren't fresh ,since the food sticked onto the plates and didn't go off that easily. He didn't mind helping at all.

"Jimin, do you need anything?" Yoongi asked, leaning against the door frame of the youngers room. Jimin looked so out of place. So lost.

"You." He simply replied.

But yoongi felt tingles down his spine.What a relief, he thought. What a relief jimin still loved and needed him after everything. Perhaps it was just because at that moment jimin didn't have anybody else.

Yoongi walked towards the younger, hovering on top of him. His knees on either sides of jimin. He kissed jimins forehead and smiled sweetly," but you already have me, don't you know that?"

"I know. I just need you a little more on days like these." He confessed, his eyes lingering on yoongis eyes.

Yoongi placed a kiss on jimins cheek,"i'm" he said before kissing the other cheek,"all". And then he stared at jimins lips as he whispered ,"yours",finishing with a sweet wet kiss on jimins lips.

Jimin wrapped his arms around yoongis neck and pulled him closer so he could hug him. Yoongi rolled to the side while jimin was still holding in to him, so they could cuddle comfortably.

"Did you smoke today?" Jimin asked as he couldn't smell the familiar scent of cigarettes on yoongis chest.

"Not yet", he replied, caressing jimins back like a baby.

"Hmm."

"Just kidding", a laugh suddenly escaped yoongis lips.

"What? so you smoked today?", jimin asked again, a little bit confused.

"No. I mean the 'not yet' part is a joke. I didn't smoke today and I'm not going to anytime soon."

"You quit?"

"Not completely. But, I'm trying. For you."