| Returning The Favour || Yoonmin |

Ch31 ~ Here you are...

Getting out of the hospital seemed more of a burden to the nurses and doctors, rather than the usual relief. Yoongi had looked at each medical professional, to his liking, with a flirtatious smirk splayed across his face – in the past. He’d slept with a good few of them too, those he could manipulate in between sheets. Yoongi could remember when sex had driven him, how the moans and whines of his sexual partners had soothed his aching heart. He remembered how they begged for him, how they all melted in the palm of his hand. He recalled the way they looked, in the morning. All, messy and frantic. The night before was a guilty pleasure it seemed, embarrassed to even admit they'd had a scandalous night - but they always came back when they were hungry for more.

Those days were gone.

Because as they walked through the halls of the hospital, he paid no mind to the strangers in white uniforms - no matter who they were or how good the sex had been. All he saw was the boy strolling next to him, eyes so bright he could blind God Himself.

“Yoongi are you sure you’re okay?” Chaelin was buzzing around him like a worried hen. It had been some time since she had been present for one of her son’s episodes – of course she was worried.

“I’ve told you about a thousand times in the last 5 minutes,” Yoongi groaned. “I’m fine. Right as rain.” He shrugged, yawning under his pale hand.

“She’s just worried hyung,” Jimin nudged him gently, trying not to draw too much attention to himself as they walked. He’d sensed there were prying eyes on them, the minute they’d come out of Yoongi’s room. It was as though he was dying prey, walking through a savanna full of hungry vultures, circling the skies above him.

“That’s right!” Chaelin squealed loudly. Loud enough to interrupt a few patients in wheelchairs and hospital beds passing by. “Listen to your boyfriend! It’s only natural for a mother to worry.”

“Alright!” Yoongi attempted to chastise her, but to no avail. Staff watched as Chaelin nagged Yoongi’s ear off about being careful. Onlookers in the parking lot had leaned in to hear just a smidge of the gossip. His condition was sensitive and ‘he’d do well not to provoke his illness as much as he does’.

Even as they boarded the eight-seater car, Chaelin hadn’t ceased her infernal nagging about Yoongi’s dwindling health and the child was seriously thinking about putting her in a hospital next.

Meanwhile, Jihoon and Jungkook wondered why neither Jimin, nor Yoongi, had denied the ‘boyfriend’ thing. Just hours before, they insisted they weren’t romantically twined. Curiouser and curiouser.

“Mother honestly,” the silver haired man rolled his eyes petulantly as he watched the world go by in a haze on the other side of the window. “I’m as careful as can be.”

“I highly doubt that.” Yoongi sighed. The rest of the car was silent throughout Chaelin’s rant about basic health and avoiding his sudden blackouts. One knew better than to argue with a doting mother when she was behind the wheel, they valued their lives enough not to give her shit about her child’s safety. 

The rest of the car proceeded to cover their ears, in a feeble attempt to block out Chaelin's endless Ted talk on Yoongi's health. Jin took this opportunity to familiarise himself with the car manual, flipping through the pages as though it were an enticing novel by JK Rowling herself. Jihoon and Jungkook had begun sharing a set of earphones, blasting music like they were at a silent rave.

The discord had only died down when they’d reached the Kwon household. Nala had been waiting at the door, barking as she heard her humans return from their adventures out in the wilderness. She was most excited to see Chaelin, she had been sound asleep in her bed when she arrived that morning, so the blubbering canine hadn’t a chance to greet her at the door.

“I could sleep for literally another century.” Yoongi raised his arms in the air and groaned when he heard the bones in his arms and shoulders pop. It was very oddly satisfying to hear the release of lactic acid.

“Literally?” Jihoon spouted sceptically, as he bent down to greet the dog. “Literally another century? He knows what ‘literally’ means right?” he whispered to Jungkook mischievously, secretly hoping his older brother had heard so he could poke fun at his verbal mistake.

Yoongi turned around, grabbing his brother by the hair. He'd intended to rip Jihoon’s hair from his scalp and watch him cry salty tears from his small eyes. “I heard that you fucking–” He would’ve done it too, but unfortunately, his mother was home.

“Language Kwon Yoongi.” Chaelin scowled.

Yoongi rolled his eyes and trudged up the stairs. Nala dogged at his heels with unperturbed glee, until Yoongi slammed the door behind her.

Jimin could swear Yoongi had become a huffing a child who’d been deprived of his favourite toy. He may have acted tough but he turned into a petulant, powerless boy in his mother’s presence. It was amusing.

“He’s gonna be up there for the rest of the night,” Chaelin sighed and rubbed the nape of her neck. “Jin you wanna start dinner?”

“I don’t think we have anything in the fridge,” Jin pouted, cried inside a little at the thought of an empty ice box. “should we go to the supermarket?”

“Sounds like a plan.” Chaelin nodded.

“Hoonie? Kookie? Come along for the ride, we might need a few extra hands to carry the shopping.” Jin enquired, spying the two middle schoolers collapsed on the couch.

“Hyung, we’re exhausted,” Jihoon whined, Jungkook bobbed his head in agreement. “why can’t you take Jimin or Yoongi hyung with you? Us teens need a break from all the profanity.”

Chaelin shook her head in minor distaste. “Fine,” she rolled her eyes and dragged her voice. “guess it’s just you and me kiddo.” He gestured for Jin to follow, secretly hoping he had vouchers to lessen the price of tonight’s dinner. She may have been a wealthy celebrity, but she wouldn’t turn down a bargain. 

“I’m gonna go check on Yoongi hyung,” Jimin pointed up the stairs, tried talking to Jihoon and Jungkook but found they’d already passed out against faux leather cushions. What a day Jimin thought, grinning at the two children on the sofa as he climbed the stairs in search of the older boy. Once he’d reached his door, he wondered if he should even enter. He looked pretty annoyed at recent events with his mother, and that whole thing that happened in the hospital.

Still, he needed to check on him and selfishly determine whether Yoongi was feeling alright.

“Yoongi hyung?” he whispered, knocking on the wood softly. On the other side of the door, Yoongi let out a tired groan that signalled he permitted his entrance. Jimin opened the door and sucked in his lips at the sight, stifling his laugh. Yoongi was in lying face down, limbs splayed out on the unkempt sheets. His messy grey hair had already started reaching for the ceiling, groaning noises coming from just underneath his silver mop. “What’cha doin’?”

“I can hear you laughing, you don’t need to hide it.” The elder boy turned over, sighing as Jimin closed the door behind him.

“How you feeling?” he crouched down to meet Nala, equally splayed on the carpet. Nala only perked up when he scratched behind her ears.

“Better now that I’m laying down,” Yoongi sat up against the headboard. “did my mom send you up here to ‘make it all better'?” Jimin blinked a few times as he pondered on what that meant in this context.

“No?” he answered, though uncertain of his reply. “I came to check on you of my own accord.” Yoongi found him on the end of his bed, eyes looking softly at him.

It was a wonder how someone like Jimin had acquired a liking to the elder boy. He had told Jimin about his adulterous behaviour, his douchebag tendencies and still, Jimin looked at him as though he had hung the moon among the stars. Yoongi often thought that he could never feel this way again, not after what happened with his last relationship.

And yet, here it was, that feeling, drowning in his clothes and a smile all too heavenly for this world...