dawn. (yoonmin)

Chapter 4

There are so many shades of the same color. Isn't it interesting? How one color can morph into many. A kaleidoscope of hues. Colors make sense to me.
•••

"Jimin."

"What."

"I'm sorry."

"Whatever."

"Jimin, please."

"Go away hyung."

"Jimin, I'm begging you."

"GO AWAY HYUNG."

The footsteps finally recede from behind my bedroom door. I'm so angry, it physically hurts. It's at this moment that I decide Taehyung may be the only person that can help me forget about this.

chimchim:

hey tae, can we meet at the usual spot?

taestytae

yeah, i'll be there in 5 with vanilla vodka

I grab my jacket and slip out into the cool November air. Following a path set in muscle memory, I weave through the woods into a small clearing with a lake. Taehyung is already at the dock.

"Wanna tell me what's wrong?" He murmurs, voice deep and comforting.

"Yoongi sucks."

He doesn't say anything else, just passes me the bottle of vanilla vodka. I take a swig and proceed explaining the past few nights events.

"He got me a tattoo. And now he won't talk to me. I'm so sick of him yelling at me Tae, I never asked him to stay at my house anyways." By the end I'm slurring my words and the bottle is empty.

"Taetae, Jimin loves you, y'know that?" I say whilst prodding him in the chest with my finger.

He giggles. "Time to get you home Jimin."

He picks me up and I fall asleep against the sound of his heartbeat.

•••
I wake up on the couch with my head absolutely pounding. My head is on something warm and fingers are weaving their way through my hair. I glance up, hand shielding my eyes from the blinding lights, and find Yoongi absentmindedly watching TV, and running his hands through my hair. It's almost... surreal.

"You awake kid?"

"Uh yeah." I cough awkwardly.

"Here," he hands me two small pills and a glass of water, "for the hangover."

I nod and take it. Yoongi looks utterly worn out, purple swatches under his eyes and grey tinted skin.

"Hey hyung, when did I get home last night?"

"Your friend brought you at like midnight."

"What time did you go to sleep?"

"I didn't."

My eyebrows raise in surprise.

"Why?"

He shifts his gaze down at me.

"Who else do you think had to deal with your bumbling drunk ass?"

I feel my face flush red at this.

"What happened when I got drunk?" I ask, not really wanting to know the answer.

"You don't want to know."

"Fair enough."

•••

I get up to my room, albeit slow and wobbly, and fall face first on my bed. I really need a bath right now. It takes another five minutes to pick myself up and drag myself to the bathroom. I'm struggling to fill up the tub when there's a knock at the door.

"Uh Jimin, need help?"

"No hyung, I'm fine."

He opens the door nonetheless.

"Jimin just let me help you." He says with a deep sigh.

Reluctantly I let him fill the tub for me and add bubbles, though I never asked him to.
I begin unbuttoning my shirt, but with the headache and the bright lights of the bathroom, it's proves to be a futile task. I'm about ready to get in the tub fully clothed until a pair of hands starts unbuttoning my shirt for me. Crap. Yoongi takes his time removing each button before moving down to the next. I pretend to not notice the way his tongue flicks out to wet his lips upon seeing my abs. Once the shirt is unbuttoned he moves on to my jeans which now I regret wearing in the first place. He drags his fingers down the indents of my stomach before reaching the button of my pants, another thing I pretend not to notice. It's only when he's dragging the zipper down that I push him away.

"T-Thank you hyung."

He stares for a second before uttering, "No problem Jiminie."

He leaves before I can question the nickname.

•••

mom:

Hey darling, i'll be out with friends this weekend. I already told Yoongi, and the fridge is fully stocked plus there's money in the cabinet. Love you.

Well, at least she can enjoy herself. I head downstairs, drying my hair with a towel. Yoongi's in the kitchen, rapping while he stirs a pot of something that smells amazing on the stove. I can't cook nor rap, and the fact that he can do both simultaneously baffles me. But what shocks me the most is the fact that's he's shirtless. With all the tattoos I've grown to love on display. Without thinking I trace my fingers along a certain tattoo that catches my eye. It's a pair of hands clasped together with the words "so show me" and "i'll show you" written along each hand. I feel him tense beneath my touch.

"Hey hyung, why'd you get this tattoo? The one with the hands."

"Those are song lyrics I wrote."

I hum, continuing to trace my fingers along the outline.

"What the fuck?" A voice behind me utters. I snap my gaze up and retract my fingers from Yoongi's tattoos.

"Geez Tae, you scared me." At the mention of Taehyung, Yoongi turns around.

"Oh hey Yoongi hyung." He says, and Yoongi gives him a nod before turning back around.

"You guys know each other?" I ask, confused.

"Yeah, I met him when I brought you home after you got drunk." He says. "But it was dark and I never noticed how hot he was. Damn Jimin you were right when you said he was attractive. And those hands... I can see why you said they'd be good for choking."

I run and clamp my hand over Taehyung's mouth. "Jesus Christ Tae, you didn't have to say all that." I murmur. "And you have a boyfriend so stop thirsting."

"Oh shut up. All I said was that he's hot. Plus Jungkook is way hotter so calm down, I'm not trying to steal your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend!"

Yoongi chuckles and takes the pot of the stove. "Stop arguing and go sit down, I made stir fry."

Tae opens his mouth but Yoongi cuts him off. "Yes, you too Taehyung. Grab a bowl out of the cabinet."

That dinner was the most humiliating event ever. Taehyung wouldn't stop talking about what I said about Yoongi and his "hotness" when I was drunk. And Yoongi wouldn't stop laughing about it.