training wheels

𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘

[ I CARRY BANDAIDS ON ME NOW, FOR WHEN YOUR SOFT HANDS HIT THE JAGGED GROUND ]

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"i can't fucking believe you" he groaned.

"i-i'm sorry" he cried.

"just be more careful" he hugged the boy tightly. "i don't like to see you cry, it hurts so much" they parted the hug, yoongi's hands trapping the boy's face.

"i love you too much, so don't make me get hurt, too" yoongi softly smiled at the brunette.

"o-okay" he whispered.

"let me see your hands and knees, and also your elbow" yoongi said, grabbing a box from his backpack.

yoongi placed the bandaids on his wounds, careful to not put too much pressure.

"you're okay now, come here" jimin moved closer to yoongi's side. "i'm sorry" yoongi whispered softly.

"no, i-its was my fa-fault" jimin sniffed.

"no, i shouldn't have let you" yoongi shook his head, hugging the younger tighter. "i'm taking responsibility when your mom asks what happened."

"no, yoongi hyung, it was my fault. i rode without the tr-training wheels."

"but i let you fall" he said in a hushed tone. disappointed in himself.

"it's okay" jimin's small hand placed it's self on yoongi's cheek. "i'm okay" he softly smiled. "we're okay" he gently leaned in and kissed yoongi's cheek.

jimin smiled softly to himself. happy that he finally did something.

on the other hand, yoongi was full on gay panicking.

he kissed me. he kissed me. he kissed you. you. he kissed Y O U. whut? park jimin, my angel, my fairy, my fucking world, just kissed me. ??¿¿w h u t??¿¿

"let's go home" he smiled softly. getting off yoongi and standing up, careful to not hurt himself in the process.

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jimin's age ; 9

yoongi's age ; 10

oop, yoon cursed.