Playing With Fire [Yoonmin] 》DISCONTINUED《

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⚠ WARNING! SLIGHT SMUT  ⚠

"I just~ it's just... he just... why?" Jimin sobbed to himself, burying his red and puffy face into his small hands. "Why? Hyung, why?" he didn't even realise he was speaking. He was being torn apart by the knowledge that Yoongi was not okay, that Yoongi was likely heading back to the hell hole he called home to get another beating from his father. 

"I just... have to... help him," Jimin forced himself to say through seemingly endless sobs. 

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The sun had begun to set and Yoongi was becoming more and more uncomfortable with Sam. He had found out that Sam was American, although he was fluent in Korean due to having a Korean grandmother and was only three years older than him. But, although Sam seemed nice from his words, the constant flirting and ass groping was beginning to annoy Yoongi. And he still couldn't stop thinking about Jimin!

Yoongi and Sam were walking along a deserted street until Yoongi felt himself being pushed against a wall. "Fuck, pretty boy. I've been holding myself back from doing this all fucking night. You're so fucking sexy," Sam growled in Yoongi's ear whilst grinding his evident erection on the boy's leg. "F-fuck..." Yoongi grunted, trying to ignore the reek of Sam's breath. "I'm gonna fucking destroy you," Sam muttered before pressing his chapped and rough lips onto Yoongi's neck.

"Yoongi hyung?! Hey! Get off my hyung!" Yoongi heard the familiar high pitched voice yell before feeling Sam's large frame being torn from him. Yoongi watched in horror at the sight before him: Jimin was on top of Sam, angrily throwing punches down at him. He had never seen this side of Jimin before and he didn't like it one bit. "Don't! You! Dare! Lay! A! Finger! On! My! Hyung! Again!" Jimin screamed, leaving a malicious punch with each word. 

Yoongi pressed himself against the wall, scared of the fire in Jimin's eyes. His whole life consisted of getting beaten, whether it be from family or classmates, he was always beaten. His breath hitched when Jimin turned to face him, a burning flame of rage painting his usually happy eyes. "What the fuck, Hyung?!" Jimin yelled, slowly approaching the older who quivered in fear. "I-I'm sorry... I-I just... I just..." Yoongi muttered. "P-please don't h-hurt me..."  Jimin froze and shook his head before grabbing Yoongi's wrist and quickly pulled him into his arms. "Shh, Yoongi hyung, I'm not gonna hurt you. You're coming back to my cousins' house with me. We're just gonna talk to you, okay? Just gonna talk, not at all gonna hurt you, c' mon, Hyung," Jimin spoke in a voice only an angel could have as he wrapped an arm around Yoongi.

Yoongi wanted to break free, wanted to leave Jimin's side but his touch was just too... warm. Jimin was warm and soft and Yoongi just couldn't get enough of it. He could forever be in his arms... just not at that moment. He didn't want to talk to him, he just wanted everything to be okay but nothing ever had... so he just wanted to run. 

Before he even had the chance to even try, he found himself being shoved into a rather small, yet homely house. The walls were a delicate beige and there was soft Thai music playing throughout the walls. He prefered this much more than his own beaten down and filthy house. 

Jimin pushed Yoongi into the living room where there were two girls. They looked fairly odd but he figured that if they lived in such a peaceful environment, they couldn't be all bad. But he still couldn't bring himself to talk. His social anxiety prevented him from speaking to new people and so he just kept quiet and his gaze stuck the fluffy white carpet.

"Yoongi hyung, this is Luna and this is Alex. Girls, this is Yoongi. Yoongi, these girls saved your life~"
"Why?"
"I'm sorry, what?" Alex questioned, looking slightly offended and shocked at Yoongi's low mutter. "Why'd you save me? I didn't fucking ask for it!" Yoongi yelled as he eyed the two people who made him stay in the wretched world. 

Luna, Alex and Jimin stood bewildered by Yoongi's outburst.

"Maybe I wanted to fucking die! Maybe I wanted to be fucking left there to rot! Why the fuck did you fucking save me! I don't wanna live anymore!" That was when Yoongi broke, tears streaming like a waterfall down his pale cheeks. Jimin brought him into another hug and rubbed his back comfortingly as the petite boy sobbed heavily into his shoulder. "Jimin-ah, why?" Yoongi mumbled. "Why?" 

Jimin ignored him and instead guided him out of the living room. He pulled away and grabbed his hand and pulled him up the stairs and into his cousins' guest bedroom. Yoongi felt himself get shoved on the bed but he just couldn't bring himself to make eye contact with Jimin.

 "Hyung, for fuck's sake!" Jimin yelled with the same voice he had on the street. "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Have you even considered what would happen if you commit suicide?! Did you even think about who you'd hurt?! Yoongi hyung, what the fuck?! When someone helps you, you get mad?! Why?! You know that you're fucking suffering, that you're living a hellish life but whenever there's a chance to change it around, you fucking slap that chance away!" Jimin went off, walking back and forth in front of the boy on the bed.

"I'm sorry," Yoongi mumbled, gaze still locked on the floor. "For what? Sorry for what?!" Jimin shouted. 

"FOR NOT BEING GOOD ENOUGH! FOR ALWAYS DRAGGING EVERYONE DOWN! FOR BEING SUCH A FUCKING BURDEN! FOR BEING A WASTE OF SPACE! FOR BEING SO FUCKING PATHETIC AND DISRESPECTFUL! I'M SORRY! I'm~ I'm sorry, Jimin-ah... I'm so sorry!" 

Jimin sat down on the bed next to him and pulled him back into his arms. "Shh, Yoongi. It's okay, it'll be okay. I'm sorry I shouted at you. It's okay now... baby..."