metanoia «yoonmin»

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"Where is Jimin?" shouted Yoongi as soon as he walked in his father's home.

Hoseok had called him in the middle of a pretty important meeting with Namjoon and Chan to say that Jimin had suddenly appeared in front of their door and needed Yoongi as soon as possible. Yoongi of course did the only logical thing at the time. He ditched his bosses and hurried to his father's house.

He walked in the living room, huffing in exhaustion from running all the way from his car to the living room (Yoongi considered it enough sport for the rest of the eternity). His hair was probably a mess from him ruffling it in distress too often and his clothes were wrinkled. And then there was Park Jimin.

He was sitting on the sofa, obviously just got out of the shower. He was wearing Hoseok's clothes which were a little oversized for him and made him look so small and fluffy. His eyes were red – he had probably cried. And his hair. Namjoon's holy dimples and Chan's adorable smile, his hair! It was a damp soft mess. An orange mess. Poor Jimin looked like a sad tangerine on the white sofa in his father's living room.

"Hey, baby." Yoongi smiled softly. Jimin's eyes looked up to meet his and immediately watered.

Jimin mumbled something Yoongi did not quite catch before standing up and going straight for Yoongi's embrace. Yoongi hugged his baby tightly and rocked him from side to side to calm him down.

"Let's go home," said Yoongi. "We will order some pizza, eat ice cream, cuddle lots and watch The Fault in Our Stars. What do you think, baby?"

Jimin sniffed and nodded against Yoongi's black hoodie where he had buried his head. Yoongi felt wet and sticky there but he did not mind. Jimin was his top priority at the moment.

Hoseok walked in the living room from the kitchen looking as down as Yoongi. "Take care of him, hyung."

Yoongi nodded. He then wrapped his arms securely around Jimin before picking him up and carrying him over his shoulder. Jimin released a small giggle before sniffing again and burying his head in the hood of Yoongi's hoodie. Yoongi span around two times, Jimin giggling again, and then he headed for his Impala.

–

Jimin rarely felt as secure as he felt now. He and Yoongi were cuddling in bed, an empty pizza box discarded on the floor and The Fault In Our Stars playing on the laptop on the bed as well. Jimin could still taste the chocolate ice cream he and Yoongi had earlier. Yoongi's warmth embraced him like a blanket he could not tell by now what was due to his ability, what was natural and what was Jimin feeling comfortable and at home.

Yoongi was clearly not watching the movie, his nose buried in Jimin's new dyed locks and eyes closed.

"When did you do it?" Yoongi suddenly asked, his fingers playing with the back of Jimin's hair.

Jimin could not help a whimper. He loved it when his hair was touched. "A little before Hoseok called you," replied Jimin. "I wanted it red... Like your flame... But it turned our orange instead." He pouted.

Yoongi obviously smiled against Jimin's hair and laid a small kiss on top of it. "It suits you. I love it."

And I love you, Jimin thought but never said out loud. All he did was to snuggle closer into Yoongi and inhale his scent – burned wood, mint, cigarette smoke and something new Jimin could not quite identify.

"You know," Yoongi went on, "Fire isn't just red, I bet you've seen it too. It has its oranges and yellows, and whites, and blacks, even blues at times. Nothing is one solid color, not really. Just as human nature is complex and has its different aspects so is the fire."