Sex with me? - yoonmin ✔

love ≠ us

"Did you saw it?"

"Yeah it was a nasty fight luckily no one's bone was broken."

"But did you know the reason they were fighting? I thought he was all flower and shit but he can punch too huh."

Seokjin was shaking from hearing all the gossiping people around him, his rapid breathing contrasting with his steady walking. Eyes glancing toward the watch on his wrist as he climbs up the stairs faster. He has long ignored his messy bed hair, cursing the never-ending flight of stairs before finally gasping for air once he arrived in front of the familiar door.

"Min Yoongi fucking open your door!" Seokjin shouted even as he's panting hard, hands clenching into fists. It was a long waiting before he heard rustling inside and the door is open by Yoongi who's eyes still closed.

"You are fucking sleeping even though today is the day you turn in your last project?! Do you even know what the fuck happened this morning?" Seokjin's voice striking loud and fast with his face going red seeing how dumbfounded Yoongi is. The younger shook his head slowly.

"Oh?" Seokjin smiled bitterly before slamming his palm on the door behind Yoongi. The later eyes blew open at the sudden act, pissed because he doesn't understand what is it that's making Seokjin enraged like this.

"Listen, just tell me what is it about," Yoongi yawned, "Ah also, my project due at 2pm."

"Jimin and Jungkook fought each other."

Yoongi lips twitched, the corner of his lips curling as he narrows his eyes; brain processing the information he just heard. Scanning into the older's face to see any hint of joke in his sentence. Seokjin only lowered his lashes.

"Blood. Face purple and blue. Jungkook came from behind and punched Jimin and Jimin retaliated by punching him back on the eye. Gguk even slapped Taehyung! Namjoon tried to separate them but got pushed off by Gguk, and here you are." Seokjin breathe out, pointing on Yoongi, "–sleeping."

Yoongi feel the cold air creeping underneath his skin, he really didn't know what happened. He only remembered early in the morning Jimin has left without saying word, only a peck on his forehead and Yoongi went back to sleeping.

"I... I really didn't kn– Where is Jimin right now?" Yoongi has started panicking. He remembered the events three days ago, Jungkook has come to his room all fidgety and Jimin who's crying all night. Since that day, Jimin has been too quite and always the first one to fall asleep and to wake up.

Yoongi's heartbeat leap a beat.

"He is in the infirmary and Jungkook in our dorm, Hobi is currently with him. I helped tending his bruises and I tried to talk about it but he just glared at me. You should go get Jimin now," Seokjin whispers, softly at the end of his words, one hand hugging his shoulder. His eyes unfocused.

"Yeah... Yeah. I should go now. I- I'm going." Yoongi brush a hand through his hair before running back inside to wash his face.

Seokjin only silently sitting on the bean couch, his phone in his hand but his eyes void on the floor. He was lost in his thinking when Yoongi come out of the bathroom and nodded to signal he's ready.

Yoongo didn't realize it but he was walking faster, almost leaving the older behind. As he walks fast, he keeps on dialing Park Jimin's number. Cold sweats on his head as the sign board of Infirmary is just 20 meter ahead him. He runs toward the room, a faint throb of headache in the back of his head as he turn the doorknob.

"Jiminie–" Yoongi's words stuck in his throat when the person he's been worried about is looking up on him.

Sitting next to Taehyung who's holding his arm, Jimin's face is a mess. His nose are filled with blood-stained tissues, his bottom lip teared a bit and dried up blood at the corner of his mouth. His eyes puffed with tears still brimming in his eyes.

He looked up with difficulty, heart almost stopping at the sight of disheveled Yoongi come running to him with open arm and knitted brows. Yoongi kissed his swollen cheek before softly gazing into him.

"Park Jimin, tell hyung the truth. What happened between you and Jungkook?" Yoongi voice is honeyed, deep but calming. Jimin was shaking a moment ago but with Yoongi around, he's finally back to his senses.

"J... gguk... Hate..h hate m-me. I.. I'm a liar. A liar." Jimin quavered. With every passing second, the words finally make it into his brain. When he repeated it again, it resonant even violently in him.

Yoongi glanced at the other two in the room, and the two nodded before leaving them for privacy talk. Seokjin tapped his shoulder before giving him a forced smile.

Yoongi turn his head on the younger, fingers caressing the bruised cheekbone before pulling Jimin into his chest.

"Is it too personal? Or do you want to talk about it?" the soft, lofty voice of Yoongi echoes the silent room. Jimin remains still.

"Petal, hyung won't judge. Maybe hyung can help out?" Yoongi wait, has always been the one with most patience. So he wait, running his fingers through the strands of Jimin's messed up hair.

"He... He f-found out about something. I– I never got to talk with him, and then he suddenly come and attack me. I was panicking because I.. I'm... afraid." Jimin answered with a strained voice, not lifting his head. Yoongi only hum, waiting for Jimin to continue.

"It was entirely wrong, it's... It's just, there's no solution to this," Jimin said it with trembling voice, his hands clutching hard his own sweater. "I don't want things to end."

"And what is it that you don't want to end?" Yoongi tried to pull Jimin to face him but the younger insisted on staying like that, inhaling his choked sobs.

"Us."

Yoongi staggered a bit before his brow twitching and he look down on Jimin, who's now backing away and averting his gaze. Yoongi lifted his hand to reach the younger, only to suddenly having Jimin running toward the door, his face red with tears running down his cheeks while biting his bleeding lips.

Jimin put up his hand, stopping Yoongi from coming closer.

"I don't want us to end, but eventually, you're just a player in this game hyung." Jimin winced as his head throbbed more, "... and every game has the end."

"I'm sorry hyung, but I don't love you."

Jimin left the room in a blink of eyes, leaving Yoongi.

Leaving Yoongi alone in the silent room, watching as his euphoria shattering into pieces bits of glasses.

Painfully slashing the once broken heart he has carefully sewn back together.

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Gays, I'm back and ready to break hearts ☺ – oh wait are you crying omg no dont cry ur so sexy ah ha ha