Playing With Fire [Yoonmin] 》DISCONTINUED《

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Jimin didn't hesitate to throw some clothes on, not caring that it was his old Spider-man t-shirt that was way too small for him and old sweat pants with a ketchup stain at the front.

He had to get to Yoongi.

He through on some worn-out sneakers and just as he was about to slam the door open, he heard a loud shout from his father. "Park Jimin! Where the fuck do you think you're going?!"

Jimin gulped and turned to face his father's angry face. "Um... Taehyung fought with his crush... so he's pretty sad, I'm gonna go cheer him up!" Jimin lied, knowing that his father would let him go if it was for Taehyung.

He was always being told to be more like his best friend, that Taehyung was his ideal son instead of Jimin. That hurt Jimin but he was always called perfect by his mom who would soothe him with her gentle voice and soft words. He loved his mom... he knew he would be lost without her.

His father sighed and nodded. "Fine. Be back by 11 okay?" he commanded in an imperative tone. "Of course, Dad. Bye... tell mom where I am,"

Jimin waved bye to his father before stepping out and racing down the street. He tried to remember where exactly Yoongi's house was, knowing that he had to get there as soon as possible.

Jimin bit his lip as he kept staring at the text. Yoongi didn't even spell correctly and he knew full well that didn't mean anything good. That's what scared him the most... the idea that his precious hyung was in danger... he couldn't bear the thought.

Jimin sighed in relief as he found himself back into the territory of Seoul's drug addicts and criminals. "Not an ideal place for my Yoongi to be..." he muttered under his breath as he raced towards the run-down old house in the corner of the street (which didn't stand out from its surroundings).  

He didn't even care about what was going to happen, he just burst through the damp, wooden door, shooting a glare at the man who was passed out on the ripped sofa whilst a football match played distantly in the background. 

Jimin scoffed at the man before he walked up the creaky wooden stairs, listening intently to the heartbreaking sobs that flowed from one of the rooms. He ran faster and burst through the door that seemed to be where the sobs were coming from and luckily for him, it was.

Jimin stared shocked at Yoongi's tearful expression before he glanced down at the older's hand. "S-shit! Hyung! Baby, are you ok?! How bad does it hurt?!" came the flurry of questions as he rapidly knelt by the small boy's bed. "J-Jiminie..." Yoongi whimpered as he stared at Jimin's concerned expression through the tears that were clouding his visions.

"My poor baby... Yoongi please tell me what happened..." Jimin said with a soothing and soft tone, stroking Yoongi's slightly chubby cheek with his pointer finger. "C-came home f-from J-Joonie's... h-he doesn't like J-Joonie... s-so he hurt me... I-I'm sorry I d-dragged you h-here when it's so d-dangerous..." the older boy forcefully choked out through sobs. "Baby... I'll do anything for you ok? I'm gonna take you to my place ok? Or do you wanna spend the night at Joonie's again?"

"J-Joonie..." Yoongi replied, snuggling closer into Jimin's chest, loving the comforting and intoxicating scent that it had"W-with you," he added shyly.

Jimin cooed at his shyness and kissed his forehead. "Of course, baby. I'll tell Namjoonie we're coming and I'll get some of your things ready for you, ok? You just lay there and relax," Jimin told him softly before he pulled away from him. Yoongi nodded and forced himself to sit up to watch him.

Jimin giggled at him. "Cutie," he muttered as he messaged Namjoon. "So where do you keep your clothes?" he asked and Yoongi pointed to his small chest of drawers. He pulled the top one out and cooed at the sight of the baby pink sweater that he saw. "Aww... baby this is so cute!" he exclaimed as he threw it at him. Yoongi blushed and held it close to his chest. Jimin threw him some underwear and white skinny jeans. "My baby's just the cutest," 

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Jimin held Yoongi tightly as he carried his backpack on his shoulders. The pair quietly stepped down the stairs, anxiety creeping on the both of them from the worry that they would awaken the man Yoongi called a father. Jimin got downstairs and opened the door. "We run now, ok?" he whispered. He didn't even wait for Yoongi to nod before he grabbed Yoongi's hand lightly and ran as fast as his short legs could. He heard Yoongi wince in the background from the pain but he kept running until they were in a more or less civilised area. "Okay... now we go to Namjoonie's,"

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"Yoonie hyung... come on in... you can go to your room," Namjoon told him as Jimin hurried Yoongi into the taller boy's welcoming arms. Namjoon mouthed a small thanks to Jimin as he watched Yoongi scurry to his room.

As mentioned, Yoongi and Namjoon had been friends for years and so Namjoon's mom had insisted on Yoongi taking one of the guest rooms for himself. It warmed Yoongi's heart to know that Mrs Kim was so maternal to him. She had said on numerous occasions to just call her 'eomma', and yes, he did call her his eomma on occasions, but not as often as they'd like him to.

"Yoongi!" Mrs Kim cheered as she wrapped her arms around Yoongi's thin shoulders. "Sweetheart was your father mean to you again?" she asked with a small pout. Yoongi nodded.  "M-mhm... but Jiminie came a-and he let me wear my cute things," he replied, smiling shyly as he spoke of his boyfriend. Mrs Kim smirked. "Jimin, huh? Does my oldest boy have a boyfriend now?" she asked in a teasing tone. 
Yoongi blushed and nodded shyly. "Awww!" Mrs Kim cooed loudly. "I'm so happy for you, Yoongi... I'm glad things are getting better for you, sweetie. And tomorrow, you and I can go shopping, okay? I'll buy you anything you want! Sound good?" 

Yoongi nodded slowly as a small gummy smile spread on his pink lips. "Yeah, that sounds great... Eomma,"