Playing With Fire [Yoonmin] 》DISCONTINUED《

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Jimin's eyes fluttered open as the sun beamed brightly through the blinds. His hazel orbs were directed down to the pale, petite frame that he was holding close. He admired the way the sun highlighted his perfections, such as the faint cheekbones (he knew they would be less visible once he finally got the boy to eat more), the curves of his cute little button nose and the gorgeous shadow his long eyelashes left beneath his eyes.

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"Hey, Jiminie!" Lisa squealed as she sat on his desk.
"Hey, Lisa," Jimin replied with no enthusiasm whatsoever. Lisa noticed this and pouted. "What's wrong Jiminie Oppa?" she questioned.
"Nothing... I just have to sit next to that fucking freak," Jimin scoffed, looking at the empty seat next to him. "Oh, you poor thing! No one deserves to sit next to such a disgusting creature!"
"I know! Hell, Donald Trump is better than that little rat," Jimin chuckled, noticing the seat beside him being pulled out. "Don't sit on it! You'll break the chair! Fat ass!" Jimin snickered before pulling it away from the pale boy. "Oh fuck off, not like you're any thinner," 

Lisa gasped and whispered something in Jimin's ear. Jimin giggled and nodded before standing up. "You wanna go, you little bitch? Who the fuck do you think you are?" Jimin's voice was laced with venom as he grabbed Yoongi by his hoodie. Yoongi's eyes flashed with fear at the sudden action.

"Jimin! Ew! You're touching it!" Chanyeol gasped before gagging, kicking Yoongi's legs from behind him, making the small boy tumble to the ground. Jimin laughed at his pain and kicked his already badly bruised ribs. Yoongi cried out in pain. "You're fucking weak as hell! Shut the fuck up!" he yelled before spitting down on his body. 

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Jimin didn't even realise he was crying until he felt soft fingers rubbing away his tears. "Why're you crying?" Yoongi asked, his voice gruff from being awoken. 
"Just thinking... thinking how much I hurt you..." Jimin sobbed before his eyes scanned Yoongi's black eye. "Th-that one t-time with L-Lisa and Ch-Chan-yeol... I k-kicked your r-ribs! A-and... n-no wonder it h-hurt so much! I hurt you! I hurt you!" Jimin was screaming, tears streaming heavily down his cheeks as he reminded himself of the pain he'd caused his precious Yoongi.

"Jiminie... it's okay... I forgive you. You didn't know..." Yoongi comforted, pulling the younger into his arms, holding him tightly as he ran his fingers through his fading orange locks. "But that still gave me no right to hurt you!" Jimin cried.
"But you've changed now, Minnie. You're different," Yoongi pointed out. "The old you would laugh in my face and call me a slut after what happened with Sam... but you care, Minnie! You really do care!" Yoongi went off, holding him even tighter than before. He really did care for Jimin and he was beginning to find out how much Jimin cared for him.

"Baby, I'm sorry," Jimin sniffled. "I'm sorry for all the times I've ever hurt you... I promise I'll never do it again," 

Yoongi didn't say anything, only hugged him until his sobs and sniffles were finally silenced. "We have school, y' know," Yoongi pointed out after a while, trying to calm his breathing so that Jimin didn't realise how horrified of that place he was. "I know. Uh... well we need to shower... and change clothes? Want me to drop you off at Namjoon's place?"  Jimin asked, pulling away from the older to look down at him.

"Yeah, sure. I have plenty of clothes there," Yoongi chuckled sarcastically.
"You're sure as hell not going back to that monster's place!" Jimin warned, looking up at him sternly. "Jiminie, I'll be fine... that's not the worst he's beaten me, I can handle it," Yoongi told him. To him being beaten wasn't as serious as it was to Jimin considering he'd been beaten consistently for over a decade!  "Hyung, you shouldn't be getting beaten at all! Your dickhead of a father should learn to fucking love you!" Jimin snapped, eyes stern eyes becoming colder. "S-sorry," Yoongi's eyes diverted from Jimin's.