Coffee & Kisses

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"What's there to talk about, Jimin?" Yoongi croaked out, not liking the way he couldn't say the fond nickname 'Minnie' anymore. Yoongi didn't even move to face Jimin, the whirlwind of emotions preventing him from doing so. He felt angry, hurt, helpless, lonely, and unloved. It didn't help his now souring mood that Jimin wasn't even talking when he was the one that suggested the idea.

   "Hyung..." Jimin began, voice alarmingly calm to Yoongi. That frustrated Yoongi even more, wondering how Jimin could be so seemingly emotionless in this situation. Yoongi felt an arm touch his leg, but Yoongi sat up, drawing his leg away quickly. Yoongi pushed himself all the way back to the wall, wanting to have space between himself and the younger. A loud sigh escaped Jimin's lips as he brought his hand into his lap. "We need to talk," Jimin said once more, making Yoongi want to tear his hair out.

   "About what exactly?" Yoongi quipped sharply, his frustration clearly showing. Jimin didn't seem to care, and his lack of emotion unnerved Yoongi considerably.

  "I..." Jimin began but trailed off.

"If you're not going to speak then leave," Yoongi spoke, venom lacing his voice. To Yoongi, the younger had the nerve to hold his hand and be all ok with it but then emotionally flip backwards and give him the silent treatment and not even try to explain to him why or what happened, not even talk about how he's been doing because Yoongi could understand if the younger didn't want to talk about the bruise or Taemin. He had just been silently begging he younger to talk to him, utter a small whisper, anything. Yoongi missed his voice, missed how it made Yoongi's heart flutter, missed Jimin in general. But no, the younger ignored him when all Yoongi wanted to do was help him. Yoongi wanted an explanation, and here he was, Jimin devoid of any emotion and seemingly bored. It hurt Yoongi unbelievably, the feeling of his heart being ripped out and stomped on to the pavement. The lack of care the younger showed to Yoongi spoke volumes.

  "But.." Jimin tried, but his voice trailed off once more. He then looked straight at Yoongi and reached out, trying to place his hand on his cheek, but Yoongi knocked the hand away.

  "If you will not offer an explanation in the next minute, there is no purpose of you being in my room," Yoongi said quietly, trying to bite back the anger boiling over inside him. Jimin sat there, staring at the comforter, passionless and unmoving. If Yoongi didn't know any better he would've thought the younger had fallen asleep. Nearly another five minutes stretched between them, Yoongi waiting patiently, hoping that the younger would say something, while Jimin sat there dumbly staring at the comforter. And without a word, Jimin stood up and left, shutting the door loudly and leaving Yoongi to choke back frustrated tears. Yoongi pulled at his hair and squeezed his eyes shut as tightly as he could, begging this all to just be a crazy dream that he was in. The pain in his heart and his head was enough to remind him though that this was not, in fact, a dream. Yoongi needed to cool down before he screamed, and he needed an outlet now. The shower. Yoongi thought a small wave of relief washed over him at the thought. He grabbed another favorite sweatshirt and sweatpants and a towel. Walking out and into the shower. Barely even noticing that the only other people now in the room were Jin and Jungkook. Yoongi turned the shower to the coldest setting and took all his clothes off and stepped in, letting the freezing temperature wash over his body sending shivers down his spine. He watched as the dried blood from his cheek washed away and swirled into a pretty pink down the drain. For that moment as he watched the water rain down and wash away the memories of today and yesterday, he felt indifferent.
   It soon ended though, and he then washed his hair and finished soaping up and rinsing before stepping out and toweling off and getting into his clothes. He stepped out and saw Jin gingerly get up and crossover to Yoongi, looking like he was dealing with a fragile fawn. Yoongi cast his eyes down to the floor, no longer having the strength to explain anything or talk at all. Jin took Yoongi's face and examine it carefully, bringing Yoongi to sit down on the couch, and asking Jungkook to grab a bandaid and washcloth.

  Jin delicately began washing away any dirt in Yoongi's cut, offering small apologies when Yoongi would wince, which was a lot. He then put a bandaid over top, washing Yoongi's knuckles and putting away the washcloth and bandaids.

After a bit, Yoongi began playing with his fingers, seeing that he couldn't really do anything else. He was interrupted by his peaceful silence by being hugged tightly behind him.