Yoongi POV:
I hear Jimin coming back from the bathroom and I put my phone down.
I've only known him for like an hour but he's one of the sweetest people I've ever met.
And he was right about one thing. He does care. I see that now.
I'm actually glad I let him inside.
But don't tell him that.
He walks back in the room and leans against the door frame, smiling at me.
I've noticed that when he smiles his eyes crinkle up and it just makes him even more adorable.
"You wanna get something to eat? It's getting kinda late."
"Umm." I look down at the ground, embarrassed. "I don't usually eat in public."
"Hey it's okay." He sits next to me on the couch. "We don't have to. I can order something if you want. My treat."
He puts a hand on my arm and I look at him, smiling slightly. "Really? You'd do that?"
"Of course! Anything you want hyung. I'll even go home if you want."
"No no. Don't leave." He smiles at me again and I feel my breath catch.
I'm caught up in staring at him and before I can stop myself I blurt out, "We can go out if you want."
Before I can even process the words that came out of my mouth Jimin jumps up off the couch in excitement. "Really? Great!"
He's cute when he's excited. I smile without even realizing and he looks down at me, tilting his head.
"You should smile more. You have a really cute gummy smile."
I feel my cheeks get warm and I quickly stand up before he can see. "Let me grab a jacket first," I mumble before walking to my room.
When I get there, I lean against the wall and put a hand on my chest. My heart is beating so fast. What is happening..? I take a deep breath.
I go to my closet to get a jacket and faintly hear my phone ringing from the living room.
"Yoongi hyung your phone is ringing!"
"You can answer it!" I say, thinking it's probably Namjoon or something.
As I look through my closet for a certain jacket I hear Jimin's voice say "Hello?" from the other room.
Jimin POV:
(on the phone) Jimin: Hello?
Caller: Yoongi?
J: Oh he's in the bathroom right now. This is his friend Jimin.
C: Oh (*sniffle*) can you give him a message for me?
J: Of course! Are you alright?
C: N-no (*sob*) c-can you tell him it's his brother. And that m-mom died.
J: Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. Yeah I'll tell him.
C: And t-the funeral is in 2 weeks...that's it I guess
J: I'll tell him to call you too, okay?
C: T-thank you. What was your name again?
J: Jimin.
C: Thanks Jimin. Tell him it was Yoon-jae who called.
J: Okay Yoon-jae. Take care, okay? You're strong, I can tell. You'll make it through this. I promise.
C: T-thank you Jimin.
(in person) I hang up the phone and turn around to see Yoongi standing in the doorway, looking at me and shaking. "Yoongi hyung?"
"Yoon-jae? I heard you say his name. It was him on the phone?"
"Hyung..."
"Is he okay? What happened?"
"He's fine hyung but...can you come sit down?"
"Jimin what happened?!"
I flinched at his loud voice. "Please come sit down," I whispered.
"Jimin..."
His voice was shaking just as bad as his body. I bit my lip and looked away from him. "Yoon-jae's fine, I promise. He just...wanted me to give you a message."
He breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay. What was it?"
"Hyung...it's your mom. She's...dead."
I swear I could see the light leave his eyes.
"W-what?" He fell back against the wall.
"Hyung...I'm sorry...." I slowly started walking towards him.
"N-no." He slid down the wall to the floor.
"Hyung!"I quickly ran over to him, crouching down to his level of sight. "Yoongi hyung? Please answer me..."
"S-she can't be...gone..."
"I'm sorry hyung..."
"W-why does everyone l-leave me?" He was crying into his hands. "It's not fair Minnie...not fair..."
"I know hyung. I know." I said, putting my hand on his leg, trying to comfort him.
"I-i don't...I can't..." Seeing him cry hurt my heart, so without thinking twice I reached in and pulled him into a hug.
At first he did nothing, he just sat there. But a few moments later he hugged me back tightly, burying his head in my chest.
And there I stayed, rubbing Yoongi's back soothingly while he cried into my shirt.
I don't know how long we sat there for. It could've been minutes; or it could've been hours. But it still seemed too soon when Yoongi pulled back, eyes red and puffy.
"T-thank you."
"Anytime hyung."
A stray tear rolled down his cheek and without thinking I reached forward and wiped it away with my thumb, stroking his cheek in the process.
He looked down at the ground and sniffled, wiping his cheeks with his shirt sleeves. He mumbled something but I couldn't hear it.
"What hyung?" I asked softly.
He looked up at me, embarrassed. "C-can you stay here tonight? I usually wouldn't ask but..."
"Of course hyung." I reached out and took his hand softly.
"Thank you," he whispered. I could tell he was trying hard not to cry.
I stand up and offer my hand to him. He takes it and stands up slowly, his eyes still glassy.
We walk to his room and I scratch the back of my neck. "I'll stay here til you fall asleep. Then I'll go to the couch."
"Y-you can stay in here...if you want..."
"You sure?" He nods sheepishly and I smile slightly. "Okay then."
He lays down on one side of the bed and I lay down on the other. We lay in silence for about 15 minutes before I interrupt it.
"You asleep?"
"No..." he whispers.
I slowly reach out and take his hand in mine. He doesn't resist.
A few minutes later I hear Yoongi's breath even out and I know he's asleep. I smile.
"Goodnight hyung."
(later) I'm sleeping peacefully before I wake up to a whimpering sound. I blink open my eyes and see Yoongi tossing and turning in the bed. He's having a nightmare. The clock reads 3:42 a.m. as he jolts awake.
Yoongi POV:
I sit up with tears in my eyes. Through the water I can see him. Jimin. I hug him tightly and he hugs me back even tighter. I fall back asleep listening to a mix of his beating heart and him whispering, "I'm here...I'm here..."
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