Raccolta One Shots ◇Yoonmin◇

Neglected (english version)

It was raining, and that was the only real sound that flooded the studio. The two boys were each lost in their own thoughts. One wrote, with a frown on his face, the other wandered around the room, snorting silently from time to time. "Yoongi-ah!" The boy snorted, trying to get the other's attention. "What, Jimin?" Asked, slightly annoyed, Yoongi. They had been locked up in that room all day, and when he finally thought he had found the inspiration for the song, Jimin bothered him. The younger one approached, with a small smile on his full lips. He had grown tired of staying in that place doing nothing, and more than a month ago he had no contact with his boyfriend, they needed some time for them! He sat on Yoongi's slender legs, who looked at him only for a moment, slightly surprised and annoyed. "It's late, Hyung, why don't we go home?" He whispered, caressing his boyfriend's chest placidly. He didn't want to disturb him during his creative phase, but he knew well that anyway he wouldn't get anything that evening. The major snorted, continuing to keep his eyes down on the paper, moving his left hand slightly, as if to chase away an annoying insect, which was Jimin.
"No, Jimin," he replied dryly. He didn't really understand what the boy had told him, but hearing him talk didn't help his writer's block. First Jimin would have left, before he could finish. "But - But I wanted to spend an evening with you, you know ... the two of us, alone, at home ..." the last card was played, well aware that by now Yoongi had returned to his bubble. For heaven's sake, he knew how much he cared about his job, but hell! A little consideration towards one's lover would not have been unwelcome. In return, the young man now bored to death and pissed off with his companion, rose quickly, feeling his cheeks burn. Maybe it might seem like a child's behavior, but he really wanted to spend some quiet time with Yoongi. He needed it.
But for the latter, work was more important, and in a normal situation he would have understood and supported it, but at that moment Jimin was literally bubbling with anger. It had been a couple of weeks that an insidious thought had been put into his head, a doubt instilled by the less reliable person. One of her boyfriend's young assistants - as well as a first-rate owl - had confided to him in great secrecy that she had seen the boy several times in the company of a bold young man with a mischievous smile always present on his lips. At first Jimin had chased the idea from his mind, too ridiculous to even be considered. Yoongi was just very busy with work, this kept repeating, like a mantra, but every day that passed he was less and less convinced. There were indeed days when he did not return home, returning at three o'clock the following day with the only desire to sleep. And he understood it, of course he understood, he as first had spent days over and over again trying and trying dance steps again, until his muscles gave out. But Yoongi did not dance, and certainly having a pen in his hand did not involve physical effort of that magnitude. Eventually Jimin came to the conclusion that yes, Min Yoongi cheated him, with whom, when and how he didn't know, but he was sure.
For this reason, with the black mood and the heavy pace of those who wanted to trample their enemy over and over again, he headed out of the room. He had overwhelmed everyone with his bad temper, so much so that more people had greeted him by getting a "go away" held between his teeth. Yes, Park Jimin was definitely in a bad mood.

*

On the other hand, not even Min Yoongi seemed to get along better. He had written and erased several verses several times, to then throw both the sheet and the pen in the air. He was frustrated, and an unpleasant feeling on him left him no way out. He had followed very little what the boy had told him, just a few words. He did not understand the main topic well, but he knew he had treated his boyfriend with little tact, since he was too frustrated by his half-creative crisis. He just hoped that the little one wouldn't do shit.

*

Jimin entered his apartment like a fury, kicking over a wooden chair over and over, until it fell with a thud on the floor. He was stressed, his sex life was falling apart and the sentimental one even worse. Moreover, not having his own Hyung next to him made him hysterical. For this reason he had decided to visit him in his study, he wanted to surprise him! But in the end he didn't get anything out of it, other than a black mood and the continuing absence of his partner. He threw himself on the couch, releasing a puff from his lips. He fished out his phone, and after a little hesitation, he decided to call the only person who would keep him company at that time.