Scandalous: A Yoonmin Fic

Chapter 27

 Jimin breathed a huge sigh of relief when the door of the minivan slid closed. He had just survived the most surreal 48 hours of his life. While it wasn't as scary as he'd imagined, it still had been unsettling and incredibly lonely. The countless hours spent alone in a holding cell with only his thoughts as company. The multiple rounds of interrogation that broke up the isolation, where the prosecutor asked the same set of questions in twenty different ways. The bland food that was tasteless and barely edible. The inability to sleep, no matter how tired he was. If he did happen to nod off, it would only last a few minutes before some unknown alarm would go off in his head and he would jerk awake with panic surging through his chest. All in all, it added up to an extremely uncomfortable experience, one he never wanted to repeat.

 The idol sighed heavily and shifted in his seat, bringing the barely lingering smell of Yoongi's natural scent mixed with his subtle cologne to his nose. He was surprised that the scents still clung to the black hoodie that Yoongi had slipped off his own body and handed to Jimin just before the police lead him away. He brought the fabric to his face and inhaled deeply. While the smell had been a source of comfort and sanity for the past two days, it had also made his insides twist with a deep yearning. How badly he had wished it was the man himself wrapped around his body, not just a piece of his clothing.

 Jimin was exhausted, hungry, grimy and felt like his brain was fried. As much as he wanted real food, a shower and sleep, one need superseded all others. His need for Yoongi. To see his prince's pretty face and kind eyes. To feel the quiet strength in his warm embrace. To have his deep and raspy voice in his ear, whispering of love and reassurance. The desire was so strong it nearly made him sob. Sighing yet again, he scrubbed his face with his hands, wiping away the couple of tears that had slipped out.

 The dancer glanced at the scenery outside of the vehicle's window, recognizing that he was very close to home. Small buds of excitement and relief begin to grow in his belly, blossoming fully when the minivan rolled to a stop against the curb. He rapidly departed the automobile and thanked the driver before the silent man pulled away. He gazed up at the building that housed the place he called home before slipping a mask over his face. Pulling the hood over his head, he turned the corner to the main doors. True to Mr. Lee's word, a large crowd of paparazzi and fans were camped out around the entrance, eagerly salivating for a glimpse of Jimin or BTS since the "scandal" broke.

 It was only a matter of time before he was spotted, so it came as no surprise when he saw somebody yell his name as they pointed in his direction. Screams erupted and cameras flashed as the crowd turned in his direction. Before he could think, the crowd surged towards him. Next thing he knew, a swarm of men dressed in black encircled the dancer. He tensed until he recognized them as the security from his building. The men pushed their way through the overly excited horde, Jimin in the center, escorting him to the entrance. He ignored the voices and touches clamoring for his attention, keeping his focus on the glass doors ahead of him. Within minutes, he released the breath he was holding as the doors swung shut, blocking out the chaotic noise outside.

 The silence of the lobby was deafening as Jimin thanked the security officers for their assistance. He strode to the bay of elevators with his spine stiff and head held high. It wasn't until the doors closed on the elevator, did his body sag in relief against the interior of the lift. He was almost there, a few more floors left and he would be in the sanctuary of his lover's arms. The soft ring of a bell interrupted his thoughts, signaling that he had arrived at his floor. He rapidly exited the elevator and nearly ran down the hall.

 Jimin stopped in front of the door to the apartment he shared with his members and took a moment to collect himself. Once he was calmed, he quietly slipped through the door. Soundlessly, he shut and locked the door behind him as the usual pandemonium of noise greeted his ears. He stood there, just listening as a soft smile graced his features. He noiselessly slipped his shoes off and began to tread carefully to the living room.