metanoia «yoonmin»

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To say that Jimin was not impressed by the alcohol taste was an understatement. It burned his throat and his eyes watered. The taste was bitter and plainly unpleasant. He was probably never going to understand what people found in it. He coughed and pushed the bottle in Yoongi's hands.

Yoongi laughed. "Not fond of it, are we, pretty boy?"

Jimin shook his head while making a disgusted face.

"Maybe you shouldn't give the little dude alcohol," a boy with dark brown hair said while laughing.

"You are the same age, Jisung." Seokjin smiled, obviously trying to stop his laughter.

"And you are tinier, Sungie," Minho said. Jisung hit him mockingly on the arm, clearly embarrassed, his cheeks painted crimson red.

"Mentally I'm older." Jisung pouted.

"If this helps you sleep at night," Mingi said.

Jimin noticed the way Minho's arm was circling Jisung's waist while leaning close to the younger. He whispered him a few words and kissed his cheek. They had to be really close friends. Jimin wondered whether he would be able to find himself such great friends.

Yoongi's hand rested on Jimin's thigh and he unconsciously twitched. Yoongi's hand had long bony fingers and dark webs of veins showing from under his pale skin. His thumb rubbed Jimin's inner thigh while he continued talking to his friends and drinking from the bottle.

"Yoongi..." Jimin did not hate it but he would be lying if he said he was not uncomfortable.

"What is it, baby?" His voice was a little hoarse from the alcohol which made it even sexier. Sexier? No, no. What Jimin meant was that it was even more attractive. That was not the right word either... "Jimin? Are you okay? Was that alcohol too much for you?"

"I... don't know." Jimin gulped. He could not make himself tell Yoongi to remove his hand. It felt so nice. "Maybe I should go... home?"

"But you will miss the party later," Mingi said, looking kind of let down by Jimin's decision.

Jimin did not know how long he had stayed in the infirmary but either way his parents were most probably worried. He could not worry them any more than he already had. His mother must be blaming herself for leaving him behind and his father must be wearing that worried face of his, keeping quiet while his mother was fussing around.

"No, I should go home." Jimin smiled apologetically.

"I'll drive you." Yoongi passed the still fairly full bottle to Mingi.

"You've been drinking." Seokjin frowned. "You can't drive."

"You know it will take more than this to make me drunk. I'm still sober." Yoongi touched his pockets checking for his keys. "Let's go, Jimin."

Seokjin was quiet and Jimin seemed to have no other choice. He hurried after Yoongi who was already walking out.

-

Yoongi's car was what any car lover would have described as a retro gem. It was black Chevrolet Impala from 1995. Jimin's father would often talk to him about all the beautiful retro car designs he had seen at his work - he was a mechanic, and Jimin as his son had grown fond of some of the older model cars.

"Like my ride?" Yoongi grinned as he started the engine. Jimin was seated in the shotgun next to Yoongi, his seatbelt crossing his chest nearly. He was not risking his life.

Jimin nodded his head. "Dad likes such cars. Let's say he dragged me down with his mania." Jimin smiled softly at the thought of his father. He must be worried sick.