Some Kind Of Wonderful (a yoonmin fan fiction ) Mature content

Chapter Thirteen.

"Thanks for saving me" breathed Jungkook sincerely as they'd bypassed the crowd of nosey onlookers.  He didn't notice Jimin's discomfort or redness in his flushed cheeks, as he was trying to calm his own adrenalin and recover his own rapidly beating heart, broken and damaged.  Jungkook was desperately trying not to cry, especially in front of someone he hardly knew.  He felt lost and insignificant, Tae's final word's had really stung, who would he actually be when he got to school on Monday? the thought made him cold.

Not wanting to be rude, he turned to Jimin "did you really want to talk to me about something, or were you just saving me from social suicide?" he questioned with an empty laugh as they continued walking.  Jimin knew the timing was a little off, and perhaps Jungkook might be in a vulnerable state right now, but he couldn't help the words that seemed to spew out.  "I was going to ask you if you wanted to go out sometime, like on a d..date?" he stuttered, "I'm sorry, it's insensitve of me, forget I said anything" he interjected quickly feeling like a total shit once the words had left his mouth.  "You're funny" Jungkook giggled quietly, he seemed to be contemplating Jimin's question as Jimin's blood pumped through his ears making him nauseous. 

"That would be nice, sometime" Jungkook confirmed much to Jimin's total shock.  "Give me your phone" he said as he keyed his number in for Jimin to call him with arrangements for their future date.  "Well, this is me" Jungkook stated as they rounded the corner of his street, obviously Jimin already knew, but he wasn't about to come across like a crazy stalker.  So he went with it, still shaken that Jungkook had imputted his digits into his phone, he hadn't asked for Jimin's number, but he'd said yes, and the ball was in Jimin's court now.  Of course he'd have to wait a little while, just to show Jungkook how sensitive he was to his needs and it wasn't just a booty call.  They said goodnight a little awkwardly, shaking hands and laughing a little embarrassed, then Jimin floated the rest of the way home on his cloud, grinning wildly.

Once Tae had bowed to his crowd and told them "show's over" he got into his car slamming the door and burning rubber to get the hell out of there as fast as he could.  He was seething as the veins on his neck pumped wildly.  He pulled up at the side of a dirt road to catch his breath, he'd never felt like this before, his pride had been hurt, but it wasn't just that. He couldn't fathom why he had an empty feeling in his gut that made tears well up in his eyes as he wiped them away angrily.  He'd given Jungkook everything, made him who he was, and he'd walked away with that fucking nerd after making such a show of him.  

But at the same time he felt the strange sensation of his heart cracking a little, he knew he could be selfish.  He'd been raised entitled and spoilt by his divorced parents who bought his affections, and he'd learned to play them off against each other so well.  But he'd seen how kind and compassionate Jungkook could be, how he saw the world through rose framed spectacles, trying to find the positive in any situation.  How he'd always look at Tae like he was a God no matter what shit he pulled, it made him feel special, something money couldn't buy.  The way he'd called him out on his bullshit tonight, he was kind of proud, he didn't think Jungkook could be so stern. 

 But his selfish stupidity had lost the boy he loved, yes, he finally admitted it to himself.  He hadn't meant to fall for Jungkook, hadn't wanted to let anyone in.  His attempt to keep pushing him away and pulling him back was his own fear of rejection. Fear of depending upon someone so much that they could break him, as his parents divorce had when he was so young.  His experimentation with the same sex had been a blatant disrespectful move towards his father, but he'd liked it so much. 

The way Jungkook came apart underneath him made him feel like more of a man than any girl he'd ever been with, and he couldn't imagine being with any other boy like that.  Lisa had been a stupid distraction, he was enjoying the attention, and probably would have fucked her for her efforts before he never thought of her again. Jungkook deserved so much better he resigned himself as he let his tears fall, thankful that the dirt road was deserted and the night was dark, before he let that mask fall over his handsome features once again.  

Once Jimin reached home, heart still beating wildly from tonights events, he spotted the familiar outline of his best friend slumped on the step of his back porch shivering in the coolness of the night air.  He'd not seen him properly since their heated discussion, although they'd shared a few short texts.  Yoongi had avoided school this week, so they hadn't even managed to clear the air properly in person.  Now he was here Jimin had a strange sensation wash over him, he felt guilty.  Yoongi looked so lost staring into space sitting there alone, he had no one Jimin thought, and he'd gone on about some guy like Yoongi was going to be forgotten about, no wonder he'd been so pissed at him the other night.

"Hey Yoongs" he said quietly, sitting himself down on the porch.  Yoongi looked up at him with sad eyes and Jimin's heart physically broke.  "Im sorry" Yoongi croaked out as if he'd been silent for so long that his vocal cords were rough from lack of exercise and too many cigarettes.  "I'd no where else to go" he trailed off as Jimin noticed a bruise to his right cheekbone.  Lifting his hand to brush Yoongi's face, he saw him whince "shit Yoongs, Namjoon did this?" he questioned.  He nodded, looking down.  Jimin knew things got a little rough between the two of them sometimes, but he'd never seen Yoongi bruised or looking so small.  "I've been a bitch to him all week" Yoongi laughed wryly, "I had it coming".

Jimin helped Yoongi stand and ushered him inside the warm Kitchen.  The living room light was off, but the TV blarred quietly, his dad fast asleep in his armchair, mom at work and his sisters long gone to bed.  "Come on" said Jimin softly as he sat Yoongi down at the Kitchen table, draped a warm blanket over his shoulders and proceeded to make him a hot chocolate.  "Have you eaten?" Jimin asked, suddenly realising that he'd missed out on his delicious takeaway due to tonights events, and his stomach growled.  "Not really hungry" Yoongi said quietly, but Jimin saw how frail his friend looked. 

 He'd lost a little weight, seemed paler if that was possible, and his cheek bones jutted out more than usual.  "I'm making pancakes, and you're gonna join me" Jimin stated matter of factly, going over and giving Yoongi a warm back hug and wrapping the blanket around his body tightly.  Yoongi closed his eyes and properly smiled for the first time that week melting into Jimin's touch.  He'd been in turmoil since that day at the garage, fuelled further by the conversation with Jungkook in gym class, and had provoked Namjoon to the point where he'd lashed out.  It wasn't his brothers fault, he tried his best, but he wasn't his parent and he was too young to be sidled with a kid to burden him, hell he was only 5 years older.  They often got into fights, but this was the first time it had ever become physical.  

Jimin instructed Yoongi to go and enjoy a shower and he would bring their food up.  Smiling in thanks Yoongi went upstairs leaving Jimin with a whirlwind of emotion.  How could this be happening to his best friend, he deserved so much more than life was throwing at him.  He felt awful for being so mad, that he'd gone out his way to ignore him a little.  Yoongi had needed him and Jimin had been a shitty friend once again, he didn't even know why Yoongi bothered with him.  He wasn't going to mention Jungkook again to him, as it was obviously a sore subject, Yoongi obviously felt their friendship was threatened, thats why he'd been so upset, wasn't it?

Loaded up with pancakes and hot chocolate Jimin entered his room quietly to a fully naked Yoongi drying his hair with a towel.  "Shit, sorry" he said quickly turning around but not before he noticed Yoongi's cute butt and a flash of a tattoo on his left cheek that hadn't been there the last time he'd caught a glimpse of him in the shower.  It seemed to resemble Jimin's name written in Korean, but it had been so quick, he couldn't be 100% sure, and to ask him would mean he'd been staring at his friend's arse, so he quickly dismissed it as he waited for Yoongi to dress.  He'd borrowed a pair of Jimin's sweat pants, marl grey that hung low on his hips and looked nice on him Jimin thought, it made a change to not see him in black.  

He decided to stay shirtless, sat crossed legged on the bed with his semi dry hair flopping down like a boy younger than he acted.  "You look too cute" laughed Jimin as he handed him his food, which to say he wasn't hungry, he inhaled like he hadn't been fed in days.  Jimin noticed a few new tattoos on his upper chest and let his hand gently graze over them "nice" he whispered as Yoongi flushed looking away.  Jimin felt momentarily very confused, his heart and stomach were doing wild flips as he sat within close proximity of Yoong's bare torso.  That nipple piercing tormenting him as it had at the club, almost begging for Jimin to touch it.  But he liked Jungkook, hell, he even thought it might be love, he'd been infatuated for so long.  Perhaps it was Yoongi's vulnerability that evening that was pulling him in? He couldn't like two boys at once right?