Days and Situations: Yoonjin (discontinued)

Chapter 10: Bittersweet Summers

hey yall, sorry I'm the most inactive writer on wattpad lol. tbh I havent even looked at at DaS since like a month. it's been a reeeeeeeally stupid winter break.

this is pretty different from my usual writing style, it's kinda like rookie poetic, attempted angst, unlike the usual happy yoonjin family.

p.s: this is an oddball chapter and will never happen again, promise! I just needed a change of "scenery."

p.s pt 2: this had no time stamp, it's just kinda out there.

Enjoy and Happy (belated?) Holidays!

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You're beautiful, Yoongi, no matter what."

The first time Jin told him, Yoongi laughed. He had come home dirty, his hoodie in shreds and covered in smudges of dirt. His nose bloody, his hair ruffled, his knuckles bruised; he was hideous.

He watched Jin flutter around him, treating his wounds and batheing him, pestering and scolding him, worry evident in his movements. He dropped his gaze to the floor in shame.

He didn't deserve this.

He was a criminal. He was on lists. He was an alcoholic. He was on drugs. He was wretched inside and out.

But Seokjin, Seokjin, was beautiful. He was a pillar of strength. He was kind. He was gentle. He was caring. He was perfect.

Perfect for someone better than Yoongi.

It was at times like these that Yoongi remembered what exactly Jin goes through for him. At times like this, when he sits in between Jin's legs as the male blowdries his bleached hair, he's reminded of how disgusting he is.

At times like this, when Jin gently takes out his piercings to soothe his ears, he remembers that he's nothing.

At times like this, hell, when he basks in Jin's attention, his skin traced by the man's sweet, fragile fingers, he knows.

He knows he's ugly.

And yet Jin calls him beautiful. He shakes his head when Yoongi drowns in his self-hate. He wipes Yoongi's tears when he sobs from the pain. He swipes his thumb on Yoongi's lip when he nibbles too harshly, his nervous habit coming in to play. He cradles Yoongi's head against his collarbone when he falls under the weight of exhaustion.

"You're seeing things, hyung." He had replied, his sleeve rubbing harshly against his cheek, soaking up the tears. Jin didn't reply, he just pulled the slightly younger boy into a hug, his arms clinging to Yoongi's neck.

Yoongi stayed silent until the last moment, until he was burying his head into Jin's neck, until Jin fell asleep, until his eyes puffed as he cried himself to a dreamless sleep.

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"You're beautiful, Yoongi, no matter what."

The second time Jin told him, he was enraged. He sat perched on Jin's kitchen counter, his ankle twisted a wrong angle, his knuckles bruising on top of the faded purple and blue.

He was walking towards Jin's apartment when a man he didn't remember pulled him into a dirty alleyway, speaking of an old dept. He fought back, he won, he ran off at the sound of sirens.

Not only was he ugly, he was weak, too.

So, like the weak boy he was, he ran to his safe haven. He stumbled into Jin's arms, clutching the boy's hips for dear life, for reassurance, for safety.