the boy with the dragon tattoo - yoonmin

chapter four

Yoongi startles and whirls around when he feels a hand fall into the space between his shoulder blades where his tattoo was rested. His heart jumps to his throat when he sees the familiar warm eyes of Jimin, looking at him through long eyelashes with concern turning his lips into a small frown.

"You okay? Namjoonies calling a cab, we didn't know if you could walk," the younger asks, hand falling to yoongis shoulder so he could dip his head to try and catch yoongis eyes.

Yoongi nods his head and swallows a few times to try and wet his dry throat. He needed to stop thinking about it all, because it was giving him a headache. Instead he met Jimins eyes and tried to look reassuring as he smiled. "Yeah, the fresh air helped a little,"

Jimin didn't look convinced. "You still look pale," he observes, before pushing the elders fringe away to place his hand against his forehead. "You feel a little warm, hyung,"

"Probably just your cold hand," yoongi takes off the youngers hand and holds it between two of his own to try and warm it up, although it probably wouldn't do much because yoongi hands were equally as cold. But at least holding the youngers hand, despite the stupid guise, slowed his rapid fire heart down to a semi normal pace. At least it stopped his head from swimming, just a little. "Your hands are fucking cold jiminie,"

The younger blushes.

"The cabs here!"

The two pull away and jimin leads them towards the car, yoongi falls against the black leather of the large cab with a groan. He was exhausted. More so than before. Jimin falls in place beside him.

"Still feel sick?"

Yoongi shakes his head at jins question but doesn't open his eyes. Instead of sick he could feel a headache blossoming. But at least the pain pushed all thoughts from his head. For the time being, anyway.

The car absorbs into quiet chatter, everyone was tired by now and no one was about to start any new conversations, much less with a less than well looking yoongi. So they decided to just leave him be, which yoongi felt grateful for. But at the same time he wished someone would talk to him a little, distract him, because coupled with the pain in his head, the jolting car, and the thoughts pushing their way back into his mind, he could feel the throbbing pain behind his eyes that made them feel as if they were going to be shoved out of their sockets at any second intensify and—

"Hyung?"

Jimins soft voice breaks through the pain and yoongi cracks an eye open to look over at him, to see the same warm eyes as before looking over him with concern. "Hm?" He manages to mumble, hoping it portrays the question he wanted to ask but couldn't form.

"You have a headache, don't you?" Yoongi nods, then immediately regrets it as a stab of pain erupts behind his eye. "How bad does it hurt?"

"Don't worry," yoongi forces out, avoiding the question knowing that the younger always had a habit of agonising over anyone in any kind of pain at all. Jimin was just too kind for his own good sometimes. But it was one of the things yoongi loved most about him, so he couldn't help but tap Jimins thigh reassuringly. "It's not that bad." He lies.

Jimin pinches his lips together but doesn't say anything else as the cab jolts to a stop. They all bustle their way out and yoongi, admittedly, has a little trouble staying steady on his feet as he steps from the tall van but recovers quick enough as they all walk towards the double doors. Jimins hand finds its way to the small of his back somewhere between the doors and the foyer, and yoongi hates that it steadies him as he has to close one of his eyes against the bright lighting of the apartment building. They all step into the elevator and it's a tight fit, but they manage well enough. Yoongi falls heavily against the railing and closes his eyes as he leans his head back against the mirror. The fluorescent lighting of the elevator was worst than the fucking foyer and his head was practically beating against his skull now.