Pretty | Yoonmin (DISCONTINUED)

forty one

Jimin was setting up the monopoly board on the white table in front of the sofa with slow, despondent fingers and biting lips when Yoongi and Seokjin returned from upstairs. Jin was behind him with a steadying hand on his upper back, guiding his delicate porcelain body down the many, many steps. And his gaze found Jimin's anxious eyes, and his stumbling mouth attempted a smile. But it was like broken china, and the sight of it tore at Jimin's tender heart until he could feel it's burning blood pooling in the cavity of his sunken chest. It took every ounce of his self control not to wrap his arms around Yoongi's waist and hold him to his chest. He just wanted to protect Yoongi from the outside world, the world that left him so sad and so afraid.

But the world would not be silenced or kept away, and no matter how badly Yoongi had been hurt by it, he deserved to see all of its wonders.

It was when Yoongi settled down across from him on the couch cushions that Jimin noticed his slender hands were wrapped up in multiple pink hello kitty bandaids, and that underneath the relentless storms making ruins of Yoongi's head, there was the adorable twist of blatant irritation. Not aimed at Jimin, but at Jin, who was taking a seat between the two of them with a bittersweet quirk to his mouth.

"Don't look at me. Yoongi's the one who wanted hello kitty bandaids. I just made him wear them." Jin argued through pouty lips when he caught Jimin's questioning look and Yoongi's annoyed glare.

Jimin couldn't help but giggle a little bit at that, while Yoongi huffed and searched through the monopoly pieces still set in the box.

While he was busy, Jimin leaned over and whispered the question he'd been asking himself ever since Jin had taken Yoongi away to dress his self inflicted wounds.

"So...why are we playing Monopoly again?"

Jin didn't seem surprised by his asking, simply smirking at his knotted brows and wondering eyes beneath fluttering lashes.

"Well, it's one of Yoongi's favorite board games," he explained slowly, letting the quiet words drawl and stick to the tip of his tongue. "And he gets super competitive when he plays it. The only person who has ever beat him was his sister...I still haven't and it's been years..."

"Oh..." Jimin mumbled, feeling a surge of sugar coated heat warm his cold, worried body at the thought of a younger Yoongi signing furiously over a monopoly set of while Jin teased and laughed in that squeaky laugh of his. The older man was far more playful than he would ever let on, and Jimin tucked thoughts of board games on purple nights and pretty kitten eyes flashing with fairy dust into a special corner of his mind reserved for Yoongi.

Then his mind paused, stuttering as it struggled to comprehend the full meaning of Jin's absent minded words.

"Wait, sister?" His mouth spewed out, hazy and confused.

Perhaps if he'd had more time to mull over the implications of such a statement, he would have pressed the matter more. However, the majority of his mind was still centered around Yoongi's well being and health, worrying over the aching grayness to despondent tinged fingers and the slow beat of a decaying heart. Therefore, when a flurry of alabaster white danced through the air in the corner of his vision, he immediately tossed all other thoughts from his head and offered his client his full attention.

Who wants to be the bank?

His shapes were sluggish and stifled, slim hands dragging rough patterns through cement air and under heavy weight. But Jin went on as though the evidence of Yoongi's irrepressible suffering were not right before their eyes, and Jimin strived to do the same. He had not been by Yoongi's side very long, but he did know that Yoongi did not like to be treated like a basket case. And Jin had told him over the phone to act as he normally would. It made Yoongi feel like a regular person having a bad day instead of the messed up kid, the hopeless case, as ignorant people like Hanji would say.