tattoo couple | yoonmin

-9-

- the calm right before the storm -

2 weeks have pasted since the whole car fiasco, mr and mrs park had settled into a nice hotel a couple blocks away, seulgi too.

each day brought a new challenge with his parents, always surrounding his sexuality. quite frankly, he was tired and thinking of giving in. only to please them so they can run off back to korea. in a perfect world, they would do that AND accept who he is.

but climate change exists, so clearly, this world is far from perfect.

the worst thing though, his parents don't have a return flight, they would just leave when they want. jimin knows that's when he and seulgi are together.

so their never leaving.

with taehyung and jungkooks wedding only being a month away, jimin was feeling pretty stressed.

and yoongi, he was feeling neglected.

he had hardly seen his fiancé all week, only seeing him in the mornings and evenings. he left yoongi to do as he pleased, jimins reasoning being, "i don't want you around my parents too often." that was usually followed with a slam from the door.

yoongi didnt want to say it hurt, but it hurt like a bee sting.

yoongi constantly went back to the dark place his father sent him to.

'he doesn't love you anymore.'

'he's embarrassed about you.'

'he's gonna leave you for the girl, who, is much prettier than you'

'jimin doesn't care, get over it'

the thoughts circled his head almost 24/7, the only times they stopped were when jimin held him tightly, his safe, loving arms wrapped around yoongis petit frame.

jimins arms felt like home, a safe haven to run to when life got too mean, big, dark and scary.

he would be lost with out jimin. he hoped, prayed, jimin felt the same. these 2 weeks made him feel otherwise.

yoongi needed constant reassurance and that constant reassurance was jimin.

thursday evening, yoongi and jimins bedroom.

yoongi awoke from a long, loving nap. jimin wasn't with his parents for the first time since they arrived, and yoongi was eager to spend quality time with jimin, but jimin said he was tired. so, he dragged yoongi to bed. yoongi didnt mind, he knew jimin needed sleep, so he wasn't opposed to the idea. so, they napped. from 2pm till, now. checking the time, 6pm. it was nice having jimins arms so tightly wrapped around his, the warms of home came rushing back and he snuggled into the warmth, capturing every moment.

yoongi didnt feel the warm embrace of the elder when he woke up, instead he got cold air from where the duvet had been left flung open. he pouted, sighed, even whimpered a little.

then, a light bulb. 'he's makin dinner!!', he thought.

yoongi grinned at his 5 star detective skills and hoped out of bed triumphantly. before leaving the room, he grabbed 'owo' from the floor, she had a rought nap... falling on the floor. (owo cant catch a break)

he then marched cutely out the room and went straight for the kitchen. before opening the door, he took a big inhale through his nose, trying to detect what food jimin was making from the mouth watering smells... that didnt exist...

yoongi tilted his head in confusion before opening the door, his bold actions losing their confidence, his timid side appearing.

once the door was ajar, he peaked his head round the side, to see... nothing. no one, no traces of life.