Martyr | Yoonmin [1] (unedited)

chapter 22

The evening was calm with the sound of the rain pattering on the open window with a nice cool breeze. The apartment felt still, Namjoon and Jin disappearing in the room earlier that afternoon. The only sound coming from the kitchen, Yoongi busy chopping carrots.

Jimin sat at the kitchen table, watching Yoongi prepare his food. He stared in amazement at the utensils floating around Yoongi, grabbing whatever he needed and throwing it back up when he finished using it. He watched the knife float dangerously close to Yoongi's back carefully, praying silently that it wouldn't suddenly drop on him.

Yoongi was quiet, too quiet than usual. He had been quiet the whole afternoon since Namjoon asked Jimin to go with him back to the facility. Jimin wondered what Yoongi was thinking and what was going through his mind.

Yoongi came over and placed the bowl in front of Jimin. "Here."

Jimin stared down at the bowl and ate his food like an obedient child. The older boy sat in front of him and Jimin ate silently, lowering his head in awkward silence. Jimin thought about the night before and how he buried himself in Yoongi's arms.

"Is it hot?" Yoongi asked, looking at the younger boy whose cheeks turned bright pink. Jimin shook his head and continued to eat his food.

They sat in silence for the entirety of Jimin's meal, Yoongi looking out into the street and Jimin trying his best to avoid looking up. Jimin became aware that Yoongi was watching him. He looked up in confusion and Yoongi stood up, tearing a piece of paper towel and then stood in front of him. Yoongi brushed his hand on Jimin's chin, lifting his chin gently and wiped the side of the younger boy's mouth.

Jimin froze without a sound, letting the older wipe his mouth. Yoongi sighed and sat back into his chair, crumpling the towel into his fist. Jimin hadn't realized he had his mouth slightly open until Yoongi looked back at him. Jimin panicked and lowered his head, hoping that his pink and warm cheeks weren't noticeable.

Jimin finished eating and Yoongi took the bowl to wash. The utensils floated back into drawers as Yoongi wiped down the kitchen counters, throwing garbage into the bin. Jimin would forever be amazed at how Yoongi could control any object with his mind. He stood up from the table and walked over to Yoongi, looking for something to clean.

As Jimin tiptoed over, he heard a low groan from Yoongi.

Yoongi leaned onto the counter with both hands pressing on the flat surface. Jimin hesitated for a brief second, unsure what to do. Yoongi grabbed another piece of paper towel, still with his back turned to Jimin. Jimin could see that he was pressing the paper towel to his face.

"Yoongi," Jimin called softly.

"I'll put on a movie," Yoongi muffled and rushed out of the kitchen. Jimin saw a glimpse of the paper towel held up to his nose.

He followed him into the living room and Yoongi rushed to the hallway in the direction of their room. Jimin wondered if he should follow but wondered if he would bother him. He stood in the spot for a long moment, internally fighting with his body before he forced himself to sit on the couch.

A minute passed and an exhausted-looking Namjoon stepped out from his room. His hair a mess, he was wearing sweats and an oversized t-shirt. Jimin chewed on his nails, silently watching the purple-haired boy make his way to the kitchen. Jimin listened to the sound of the fridge opening and the slow dragging of feet.

Namjoon walked out of the kitchen with a water bottle and blinked up sleepily at the boy on the couch. "Jimin-ssi, did you eat?" Ever the responsible leader, Namjoon walked over and sat beside Jimin.