#Seojimin

[heavnlaurmila]

Sera & Jimin | Ruthless❤️‍🔥

[unitedasonefamily]

🎉 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SEO JIMIN OF WAKE ONE GIRLS AND GIRLS PLANET 999 FAMILY 🎂 "For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him." - John 3:17 - ESV WE WISH YOU ALL THE BEST! February 7, 2005 ~ February 7, 2022 #UnitedAsOneFamily #지민 #서지민 #걸스플래닛999 #HappyJiminDay #SEOJIMIN #WAKEONEGIRLS #GIRLSPLANET999 https://www.instagram.com/p/CZo97GePK-y/?utm_medium=tumblr

[dearseojun]

——–[JIMIN]———

The older dancer nervously waited for Seojun’s reaction to his covered marks, hopefully he’d appreciate Jimin’s work. It was okay though, if he decided that he wanted to use his patches again. 

He was taken aback by the raven haired male’s sudden actions, yet Jimin made no attempt to pull away.

He wanted it just as badly.

“I…I didn’t mind, Seojun-ah." 

Jimin had got a lot bolder, but that was mainly because he wanted to reassure the younger male. 

~

Jimin didn’t expect to hear so many compliments and reassuring words from Seojun as what he did. Sure, he knew that the latter somewhat cared about him and his wellbeing - but he didn’t expect it. 

Not at all. 

"That won’t happen though. I’ll get my abs back and then I’ll be fine" 

His words come out softly, yet he was determined to get his point across. He wanted to look his best, then he wouldn’t have to diet anymore. 

——–[SEOJUN]———

Seojun turned his head to look at the mirror next to him. They were both still in the dance studio after all, and pursed his lips. It took a little while of examination - a little while of staring his own face down in the mirror. How long had it been since the last time he’d seen his clear face? And here he was... Thanks to Jimin. The person he’d not expected at all.

But... at this point did he consider this...

“Thank you....”

He touched his lips gently with a heavy blush on his cheeks. This was okay now? They weren’t awkward at all any more and if anything they’d just gotten a lot closer. Both in proximity and in relationship status.

“Are... Are we a thing now...? What are we gonna tell the others?”

~

Pouting softly, the dancer pulled up the other’s shirt with one hand, revealing the toned form that he had in comparison to himself. Although he was just a little bit jealous, he still didn’t think that Jimin should do what he was proposing he should do. Seojun wanted to prove a point to him.

“Why are you trying to gain something you already have?”

Cue Seojun casually poking at the toned abs that already existed underneath the other’s shirt. Around other people he wouldn’t act like this but he was trying to prove a point to the older male.

“Everyone likes you the way you are.”

Resisting the urge to say that the backup dancers are disregarded so it didn’t matter whether or not he himself dieted or not.

[unitedasonefamily]

🎉 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SEO JIMIN OF WAKE ONE GIRLS AND GIRLS PLANET 999 FAMILY 🎂 "For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him." - John 3:17 - ESV WE WISH YOU ALL THE BEST! February 7, 2005 ~ February 7, 2022 #UnitedAsOneFamily #지민 #서지민 #걸스플래닛999 #HappyJiminDay #SEOJIMIN #WAKEONEGIRLS #GIRLSPLANET999 https://www.instagram.com/p/CZo93LAvMbA/?utm_medium=tumblr

[dearseojun]

——–[JIMIN]———

The blonde let out a sigh of relief once Seojun had finally decided to react, in a positive way too, it seemed. He silently admired the other male and watched his every move. 

A thing? How could Jimin respond to that when he was uncertain of where they now stood? 

“Is that what you want? Honestly, I don’t really mind what happens or what we decide to tell the guys.”

His words are sincere and soft sounding, he doesn’t want to make anything awkward between the two of them again. He couldn’t. 

~

Seojun was right and deep down Jimin knew it, yet he still couldn’t seem to accept the fact. He wanted to become the best version of himself. He shrugged his shoulders in response, not really wanting to continue talking about that specific topic.

It was sensitive and so was Jimin - even more so than usual. 

——–[SEOJUN]———

It took a little while but Seojun finally decided that it was to be the right thing to do. They couldn’t go around sneaking behind the members’ backs, but.... there was the issue about the media. If the media caught them, they would probably have to do something to hide it. And what of the fans? What were they meant to do then? There was always a mix between the two but... 

He didn’t want them to stop. 

A little hesitantly, shyly, but at the same time a little more confirming, he moved to slip his hand into Jimin’s once more. It couldn’t hurt. So long as Jimin was happy, he was content too. It would be wrong to hide it from the members at least. Pursing his lips, he moved closer, eyes softening considerably. His hand was a little shaky, albeit a little nervous, but they had to do this at some point.

“I think... Let’s... L-Let’s tell the members.”

~

There was a soft silence before the smaller male looked to the side, eyes shifting around just a little bit and wondering what to say next. What was he even meant to say in this situation? Letting go of his shirt, he brought up the courage to speak up.

“It... wasn’t your fault.”

His muttered tones filled the room despite being quiet, his arms folded over his chest as he looked the other way. Flustered? Not angry, not frustrated, that was for sure. He was just a tsundere.Someone who wasn’t sure of how to express his feelings a lot of the time. Yoongi knew that, Hoseok knew that, Jin knew that, everyone pretty much knew that. Maybe Yoongi knew it the most, but that was just from the excessive time he’d spend with him at a time.

“...The... damage caused to my face... wasn’t your fault.” he continued. “It was... the pyrotechnician’s.”

@k-roleplay

[dearseojun]

——–[JIMIN]———

Jimin waited patiently, giving Seojun as much time as he needed to make a decision. Whichever he chose to do, the older dancer would be there to support him and assist his confidence. 

He knew how it felt to lack confidence, he still struggled with it at times. Especially when they were approaching a comeback. 

“Of course. Let me just get my things, okay?“ 

The blonde hesitantly managed to move away from Seojun, even though it wasn’t far at all, to get his bag. He soon returned and tried his best to sit in his original position, wanting to comfort and be close to the raven haired male. 

"Ready?”

~

Although Jimin still felt awful and had a hard time speaking, to anyone, he couldn’t help but chuckle at Seojun’s choice of words – along with his entertaining attempt at aegyo.

“Yah, Seojun-ah~ you’re talking to /me/?”

The older male asked teasingly. He decided to play along, gradually becoming softer with Seojun. He didn’t want to fight or argue anymore. Not when the latter had saved his career. 

“How did you even think of that name? But to answer your question, it’s hot chocolate. I shouldn’t really drink it because I’m dieting but..”

——–[SEOJUN]———

Seojun pursed his lips nervously. He felt his heart racing in his chest. There was just something about Jimin being so close and intimate with his face that made him feel his heart race in his chest. His face flushed a gentle rose colour, waiting in anticipation for the other to return.

He let his eyes wander over to the mirror where he could see the other going through his bag and take out the little container that had the little solution in it. He hoped that this would help. Did the foundation that the other had have the same skin tone as him? Would it be too noticeable? Would people look at him differently? Would-

His thoughts were cut off as soon as the other managed to get back, gazing up at him as he shifted closer into his lap, gazing up at him in anticipation yet nervous at the same time. This would be a major change for him after all.

“R..Ready.”

~

“Dr...Drinking milk isn’t gonna make you grow any taller, short stripy fairy.”

He puffed his cheek a little but winced when the slightly burnt skin under the dressing moved a little and stretched slightly, stinging him a little but he did his best not to show it whatsoever. Seojun had slipped off of the counter at this point and was making his way towards Jimin, humming as he took the mug from him and simply cupped it with the both of his hands, sipping the warm, chocolate substance happily.

His eyes flickered up and down at the other for a moment but only subtly as he lowered the mug from his lips, the drink leaving partially stained traces on his top lip, on his slightly pale complexion. Why did he need to diet? He was perfect the way he was...

“You don’t have to lose any more weight.”

Eyes lowered to the contents in the cup as he shifted his weight on his feet in front of the other. Concerned. Yes, Seojun was concerned for the other. He always had been, but never had the guts to even show it.

“Y-You might just fall over if you become any thinner.”

[dearseojun]

Seojun: i am undergoing some changes this month

Jimin: one of which is not your height

Seojun:

Jimin:

Seojun: excuse me who asked for your input?

[dearseojun]

*after a physical exam*

Seojun: ah, I grew 5cm this year...

Seojun: *is a proud 165cm now*

Jimin: ah, I grew 5cm this year~

Jimin: *is a proud 175cm*

Jimin: better luck next time, Seojun-ah~

Seojun:

Seojun: short stripy fairy

Jimin: whAT

Jimin: dyOU WANNA GO

Seojun: C:

[dearseojun]

——–[JIMIN]———

Jimin shifted slightly but still ensured that he remained close to Seojun, his hand moving up to stroke his hair gently – hoping that it would comfort the latter. He understood why he was anxious, he would be too if he was in Seojun’s situation. 

He could have been in Seojun’s situation.

“They wouldn’t. You know they wouldn’t Seojun-ah…you’re so handsome.”

The blonde’s words were sincere. He truly did believe it and was no longer afraid to compliment the younger dancer. 

“I don’t think you need to cover them; but if you really want to, I can lend you some foundation or a face mask.”

-

Jimin hadn’t realised that Seojun was in the kitchen until he caught a glimpse of him in the corner of his eyes, which made him jump slightly. Since the accident, almost everything made Jimin jump.

“A-ah, you’re here. 

No, you’re not ugly. Stop saying that”

His words were soft, which was almost strange for the two of them. They were still awkward with each other most of the time, but hopefully – with time, they would get past it. 

——–[SEOJUN]———

His eyes softened as he leant into his hand for comfort, purring softly at the euphoric feel of his fingers running through his hair. His face flushed heavily at the compliment that he was being showered with, not being used to this kind of treatment, especially from Jimin.

But, it was something he could get used to, he told himself.

“I’m still... a bit...”

He didn’t finish his sentence as the other had cut in, his head tilting up to look up at him. Foundation? That sounded better than a mask - he was often feeling suffocated whenever he had a mask on, so he felt that makeup (as much as he didn’t prefer it) was a better option for it.

“...How... How do you use foundation?”

He asked softly, tilting his head a little. He wasn’t taught this after all.

~

There was a few moments of silence where he simply stared up at Jimin, admiring the other’s perfect form and perfect.... well... everything. He wasn’t jealous but there was a sense of admiration that lingered there, his eyes soon looking down at his own hands.

His heart dropped down to his stomach.

Maybe he wouldn’t be able to look the same with the way that his face had been damaged now. This was too much. Surely, he wouldn’t look the same now that he was probably going to develop scars from this. What would the other dancers say? How would they look at him now?

“...You don’t have schedule today?”

He asked, trying to make some kind of small talk with the other. He wasn’t sure how to converse with him normally after all.

[dearseojun]

——–[JIMIN]———

Jimin opened the small container, squeezing some of the liquid foundation onto the top of his hand. Their skin tone was fairly similar so it wasn’t a problem at all.

The blonde rolled his sleeves up, not wanting to get his shirt dirty, before beginning to apply it to Seojun’s face – making sure to cover everything. He applied more foundation to the sections that were slightly darker due to the burns. 

He focused the whole time, pulling away a little when he was satisfied with his work. He just hoped that the raven haired male would like it too.

“There. All done" 

~

Jimin chuckled at Seojun’s comeback, genuinely beginning to enjoy their conversation. He never thought he’d be able to talk to the other male like this. It was different. It was…nice. 

"Ah, don’t be silly Seojun-ah. I’ll be fine”

He wouldn’t directly to respond to the comments about losing weight. He heard the same thing from his members, yet he had his mind set. He wanted to look as good as he possibly could for their fans.

Losing a little more weight wouldn’t hurt, Jimin thought.

——–[SEOJUN]———

Seojun did his best to stay still the whole time, half-holding his breath and letting the other do what he needed to in order to cover up the burn scars on his face. He’d always been incredibly insecure about it and honestly, this was a breath of fresh air. For once, he wouldn’t be wearing the patches on his face, even if it was going to have some getting used to before he’d be full confident with them completely gone.

He couldn’t help but he star-struck by the other as he watched him, biting his lip every now and then as he felt the other’s gently grazing over his face and he felt... very relaxed for once. It was different to how the other usually interacted with him but...

Maybe it was because their relationship was just this different now. Very different.

When he was done, Seojun blinked once. Twice. Before blushing softly and catching a chaste kiss on the other’s lips once more, eyes softening as he watched him carefully, pursing his lips and glancing down.

“S-Sorry, I just... I wanted to... d..do it again...”

He muttered softly, mouth slightly covered by his slight turtleneck.

~

“I’m not the one being silly..”

The male pouted softly as he gently swirled the concoction in the mug, staring at it for a good few seconds before he moved to look up at the other once more, his dull-looking eyes flickering with life for a few small moments as they gazed over him.

“You look fine as you are...”

Back to the insides of the mug. Besides, Seojun was good at throwing points around when he needed to. He wanted to at least try and talk to him, as he’d heard Yoongi and Seokjin groaning about it in the past when in the same room as them. They were worried for him - all his members were, but Jimin seemed to be dismissing it more than he needed to.

“...You... You won’t be able to look good for your fans if you’re lying in an emergency room’s hospital bed.”

He went back to lifting the edge of the smooth mug to his lips and tipping its contents in for a brief moment, eyes shifting towards him as he spoke, voice now reverberating and creating a telephone-like effect on his voice while speaking into the mug slightly.

“You’re already attractive. Why do you need to force something you already are?”

[dearseojun]

——–[JIMIN]———

Before Jimin knew it, he was on top of the raven haired male. It all seemed like a blur to him, yet he found himself wanting more and more. He absentmindedly wet his lips before their passionate, deep kisses resumed. 

Jimin wanted to focus on the feeling rather than the consequences of their actions.

The older dancer kept his eyes closed tightly for as long as he could, as he let out small noises of approval. Eventually, they needed to pull away to catch their breaths – even if they didn’t feel like it at that exact moment. 

Jimin gazed back at Seojun, panting slightly as he was still in the process of catching his breath from their heavy makeout session.

“I think I love you too, Seojun-ah." 

He whispered back quietly, not feeling a single doubt run through his mind. He was almost sure. This feeling had to be love.

-

"S-stop. You don’t look ugly”

The dark haired male forced himself to speak as he finished changing Seojun’s dressing. He didn’t plan on speaking at all, but he couldn’t let the younger male jump to conclusions.

He stood up to throw the old bandages away, smiling weakly in response to Seojun’s later words. There was no way he could reply, not when he was convinced that it WAS his fault.

“I’ll tell Jin-Hyung you’re awake, he’ll make breakfast.”

Jimin said quickly, soon leaving the room. The guilt was too much for him to handle. 

——–[SEOJUN]———

“A-Ah... ah... nnh...~”

Seojun found himself in a heated mess from the action that their lips had pursued just now. His eyes were flickering as he gazed up at the older male longingly, biting his lip shyly as he moved his hand to gently cup his cheek. Consequences be damned, all he wanted was Jimin’s attention right now. His face flushed heavily before his sleeves came up to cover his own face, his form curling up slightly as his heart raced quickly in his chest.

Did he really just do that with Jimin? What would Yoongi think if he told him? Would he be mad?

No, the consequences didn’t seem to matter right now. Seojun was underneath the blonde, face completely uncovered, his whole being unfurled before him. Eyes peeked through the gap between his sleeves shyly up at the other, now feeling incredibly small now that he was under him.

“Is.. is this okay...?”

He asked muffledly. He wanted to know if Jimin was okay with this. If he was ready to face the future being with him at this point. After all... it was quite a jump in their relationship.

~

Seojun opened his mouth to speak slightly, only to blink as he watched the other dart out of the room. Greyish orbs looked down at the bedsheets in front of himself tiredly. He felt like he’d done something wrong... but at the same was just relieved to see that Jimin was okay.

Did he really look this bad?

But he didn’t want Seokjin right now. He didn’t want to really see anyone much, though.... Jimin’s face in the morning was comfortable enough for him to see. He was just happy that the other was actually okay. Seojun could hear the sounds of Taehyung and Seokjin laughing at nothing and everything in the hallway, head turning a little to look up the door, only to find Jungkook standing there and peeking in, pressing his lips into a smile and waving at him as a greeting. He didn’t have time to spend with Seojun at the moment but he wanted to at least greet him, soon following suit with Seokjin and Taehyung as they headed for the front door, already dressed and ready for the day.

“Ah...” 

[dearseojun]

——–[JIMIN]———

Jimin panted once they had finally managed to pull away from each other, although it didn’t last for long, barely catching his breath before their lips were connected again.

It didn’t take too long for the blonde to find himself being lost in their kisses yet again. His cheeks were heating up and turning a brighter shade of pink. He wished he didn’t get flustered so easily.

“F-feeling l-like what..?”

He couldn’t stop his voice from wavering. It was evident how flustered he was and he didn’t like it at all. He didn’t want Seojun to notice.

Jimin forced himself to glance at the younger dancer, despite the fact that he didn’t meet his gaze. He still wasn’t sure of what they were doing but he didn’t want it to stop.

-

Jimin almost flinched when he caught sight of Seojun’s wounds and injuries. It could have been been him instead. It should have been him instead.

He hummed as he began to treat the wound, he couldn’t force himself to look into the raven haired male’s eyes.

Immediately, as he heard Seojun’s words, Jimin felt a lump in his throat beginning to form. His hands were shaky as he tried his best not to inflict any more pain on the younger male again.

Jimin opened his mouth to respond, however it was a failed attempt. There was nothing he could say or do to mend what had already happened.

——–[SEOJUN]———

“D..Don’t give me that.”

Seojun couldn’t help himself, pulling the other down now as he lay back on the warm dance floor, arms around the other’s nape still as he pulled him in closer. He allowed their lips to connect - deeper, more passionate, more intensely than the shy one before, letting their own movements lead them through what was going on.

But Seojun couldn’t think. He was too heated and encapsulated but the kiss at hand that his mind couldn’t even think properly. It was too fuzzy, too hazy to even comprehend anything right now. All he wanted was this male atop of him, refusing to let go of him even when they were this close. Surely, if anyone walked in on them now, they’d probably be shocked at what they were both doing and probably even question it. If Jin walked in right now, he didn’t even care if he screamed.

The person he was focusing on right now was Jimin, and Jimin alone. In fact… he’d realised that he wasn’t able to keep his mind off of him at times. Even if they were pretty banterous thoughts, it was still on Jimin. Maybe it.. was for a reason? This reason?

Vision hazy, he bit his lip softly eventually gazing up at the other with his forehead gently resting against the singer’s. Courage summoned itself in the pits of his stomach as he took a shaky breath, a flushed, heated face, a small step for their… relationship.

“..I.. I-I think I love you, Park Jimin.”

His voice was just above a whisper, but… it was only the two of them, making him feel a little better about admitting this.

~

One could dismiss this as Seojun being too tired but… even someone this tired wouldn’t be saying such words without the sincerity that was leaking from every word. Especially since… he didn’t mind what he did exactly. It was his choice, not Jimin’s and.. well… it was different.

He flinched a little when he felt the other’s hand gently tending to the burn on his face, pursing his lips a little. He didn’t expect the other to respond but he was glad that his wounds didn’t hurt that much any more. A hand gently slipped up onto the wrist of the hand that was tending to his face. His fingertips gently caressed the soft skin for a few seconds, eyes gently looking down as his teeth gently tugged at his bottom lip slightly.

“A-ah.. I must look pretty ugly if you’re not saying anything huh.”

He was making an effort. He couldn’t hold resent on Jimin after that. It was hard to. He could.. partially empathise with him. It wasn’t hard to after all. It must have been traumatising to watch, especially since it was right in front of him during the performance.

Softening his voice, he spoke up once again, this time trying to reassure the other.

“…It’s.. it’s not your fault.”

[dearseojun]

——–[JIMIN]———

Jimin eyes widened when he felt Seojun’s lips pressed against his, yet he made no attempt to push him away. It didn’t feel weird or wrong, something about it felt….just right.

The blonde let his eyes slowly close as he gripped onto Seojun’s dark coloured shirt, kissing him back gently to start off with. He couldn’t help but let out a few hums in approval, hoping that the younger male realised he wanted this just as much as he did. 

Although it was uncertain how they’d act towards each other afterwards, Jimin had no regrets at all. Whatever would happen, he was willing to face it.

For all he knew, it could have a positive effect and improve their relationship.

He hoped it would.

-

Jimin watched as the rappers left, mumbling his goodbyes before glancing down at the bandages and ointment in his hands. It was the least he could do, Seojun had risked everything by saving him.

He entered Yoongi’s room as quietly as he could. He hoped that the younger male wasn’t awake, he wouldn’t know what to say to him. What could he say to him? 

The dark haired male felt conflicted, yet he had to power through it. For both Yoongi and Seojun’s sake. 

“Um…Hyung wants me to change your dressing on your face..“ 

His words were quiet and mumbled, he had no courage at all. 

——–[SEOJUN]———

Seojun couldn’t help but melt into it even more, a pleasant shiver running up and down his spine while he was holding onto him. His body filled with warmth, his heart pacing faster and faster as the seconds went by. He pulled slightly, at least 1 centimetre to take a breath but eventually let their lips slip back into each other’s touch again. Gosh, this was different. He’d never thought he’d be in this situation with Jimin like this. Heck, he wasn’t even aware of his own feelings until now. How everything just built up to this point and… maybe he was denying everything until now?

The small dancer could feel the adrenaline pumping and coursing through his body, hitting his knees and making him slowly fall down onto them while they kissed, his arms wrapping around the taller male a little more as to pull him closer, deepening the kiss slightly.

Just what was this feeling? It was so unfamiliar yet… he didn’t want it to stop. 

Every fibre of his being just wanted to be near the other dancer, not wanting to let him go whatsoever - he just wanted him to be closer in every possible way. He thought this was similar to how he felt around Yoongi… But Yoongi’s was an awful lot of.. different to this. Yoongi was like family. Jimin, on the other hand…

A heat crawled up his skin as he pulled slightly, their foreheads gently pressing against each other as he whimpered softly, arms still around the other’s nape a little as he was almost pretty much flush against the other’s chest.

“I-I… I-I hate you for making me feel like this, Park Jimin…”

Tsundere Seojun was back. Seojun’s voice came off as a whisper, trailing a few chaste kisses on Jimin’s soft lips once more before his brows furrowed while he looked to the side, incredibly shy and flustered at this point, yet made no move to pull away.

He didn’t want to. Not this time.

He didn’t want to let him go.

~

There was a moment where Seojun merely stared at the half-hazed figure at the doorway. No matter how he wanted to protest, there was no escaping the fact that he was in no position to be protesting against the other changing the bandages on his face. Rather… Instead of the usual slight distaste he had when talking to the other, his tones were soft, almost in… complete relief.

Plus, if Yoongi told him to, he’d probably get mad at him if he found out that he was completely against Jimin doing his bandages - well, he wasn’t against it but the thought was still there around Yoongi telling him off.

“…Okay.”

Sitting up slightly, his hair was slightly messy, his two ringed earrings on his right ear clinking slightly as he sat up. The shirt slipped off of his shoulder slightly as it was too big for him, but it did reveal a slight reddened area around his shoulder where he was scorched, but not burnt, hence the unneed of treating it.

Just comply.

His greyish, sleepy hues took a moment to gaze up at the other’s more lively and colour-filled ones as his head tilted to the side sleepily. Seojun usually wasn’t seen in this state. If he was, then it was only by a few - very few number of people. His fingers fiddled with the bedsheets as the bed dipped a little when Jimin sat on it, his heart slightly pounding in his chest as he let Jimin do what he needed to. The burns were bad but… he knew he had to withstand the pain for now.

But there was… really only one thing on his mind right now and he still had to muster up the courage to actually do it.

“I’m… I’m glad you’re okay.”

Almost like broken tones, his sleepy voice resonated through the room, yet made sure the words only reached Jimin’s ears. And his ears alone. Everyone was worried about Seojun… yet the only person Seojun was worried about was Jimin.

[dearseojun]

——–[JIMIN]———

The older dancer leaned against Seojun’s touch, eventually opening his eyes to meet the other’s. If anyone was to walk into the dance studio, they’d be sure to pick up on the current tension in the air. 

Jimin’s arms subconsciously tightened around Seojun, afraid that the latter would just end up walking away and continuing like nothing happened between them. He didn’t want to go back to how they used to be. 

He couldn’t. 

“Seojun-ah.." 

Jimin found himself gulping ever so slightly, his cheeks heating up as he caught the raven haired male’s gaze shift to his plump lips. Why did his heart feel weird suddenly? 

He let his hazel contact-coloured eyes focus their gaze on Seojun’s lips, although he still found himself looking into his eyes every now and then. What were they doing?

-

Jimin found it hard to meet Yoongi’s eyes directly, there was too much guilt and self-blame. He knew how close his Hyung was to Seojun, it must have hurt him just as bad. 

The younger male nodded his head in response. He didn’t want to get on the wrong side of Yoongi, especially not now. 

"Don’t overwork yourself, Hyung”

He managed to let out a few words, instantly forgetting about his hot drink. It could wait. He needed to attend to Seojun’s burns first. 

——–[SEOJUN]———

All of a sudden, it felt like Seojun had known him all his life - well, technically he’d known him for about 5 years or so already but that didn’t matter. Even when they were always bickering, he’d somehow gotten familiar with the dancer’s antics. He would occasionally be jealous of what the other could do, but at the same time admired him for it. Heck, he even wanted to be around Jimin more but his pride wouldn’t let him do that. But.... now was different. 

Seojun took a moment. Or two. Or three. A short breath, a moment’s pause and he found himself gently leaning closer to the other male, hesitant for a second before letting their lips connect gently against each other. Jimin’s were soft against his own as he tilted his head and sort of melted into it.

He was really doing this with Park Jimin. He was really doing this with Park Jimin. He was really doing this with Park Jimin.

He couldn’t help himself, his hands gently sliding into his hair and slightly around the other’s nape, letting the kiss go into the direction that it was going to take them. For now it seemed like an improvised dance piece.

~

Yoongi merely waved his hand at the other’s response and left him with the bandages and ointment to go and check up Seojun while getting ready to actually leave the house to go to the studio in the main building. He’d announced that he was leaving with Namjoon and Hoseok before the door closed, leaving the Maknae line (and Seokjin) in the house.

Seojun was still partially knocked out on Yoongi’s bed. The rapper had given him one of his loose black t-shirts and one of Seojun’s knee-length jogging shorts that he’d left behind before when he’d stayed over.

He looked a lot more vulnerable in his state, but it seemed like Yoongi and Seokjin preferred him like this since he looked more peaceful if anything. He was laying on his side, curled up slightly in the fluffy blankets but not so much that his face was leaning on the pillow - that would hurt him after all.

He was a little tired and groggy even when Jimin came into the room, despite it being quite cute sleepily staring and watching him come in. He didn’t recognise who it was though, as his vision was still trying to adjust to the light outside.

“Mhm?”

[dearseojun]

——–[JIMIN]———

As he closed his eyes, the memories were still all too vivid. He wished they weren’t, he wished it wasn’t real at all. It all just felt like a nightmare. A nightmare that he couldn’t wake himself up from. 

“..It’s okay.”

Jimin’s words were mainly aimed at Seojun, however it was something that the both of them needed to hear. They needed reassurance.

He had never been this close to the other male, physically, not even when they were dancing together. The way that they were both so caring and selfless would have been apparent to anyone who saw.

However, they were still alone and Jimin was thankful. He appreciated how caring their Hyungs were; but if they were to see the both of them like this, there’d be too many questions.

Although Jimin didn’t originally wish to, he let his tears fall silently. He couldn’t fight it any longer. 

——–[SEOJUN]———

“I... I just wanted you to be okay...”

His words came out as breathless whispers, gasps and sobs being half choked on as he did his best to calm down. Being held int Jimin’s arms was reassuring though - as if it were confirmation that no, Jimin didn’t have any malicious intent towards him. It was all banter, they both knew it. Every time an insult or teasing comment was made, it was all just teasing.

He raised his head slightly. Their faces were quite close at this point, with Jimin staring down at him and Seojun staring up at him. The small male’s eyes caught sight of Jimin’s tears. His heart panged in his chest. With instinct as his guide, an oversized sleeve lifted to gently wipe them away, though his form was trembling a little. Almost as if forcing himself to speak through his choked tears;

“H...Hyung, don’t cry....”

It was hard to let go of such a traumatic memory, especially as he was the one that initiated that memory to start with. Yoongi always told him to take off his patches on his face, to let his scars show but Seojun always refused, wondering what kind of  impact it would make on the others who hadn’t even seen the scars before but had they all seen the injury at the time.

~

“Why did this happen?! Who’s in charge of the pyrotechnic effects?! I need to have a serious talk with them..!-”

“Suga-hyung, calm down, it’s going to be okay--”

“Hoseok, is this okay? Your hoobae got injured because of the faulty effects on the stage and you’re just going to tell me that it’s okay? No, we need to do something--!”

Ah... so loud.

“Seojunnie... Seojunnie don’t touch your face... It.. It’ll only hurt more if you do...”

Jungkook was holding onto Seojun’s wrists firmly yet gently depsite how much the smaller male was gasping in a cold sweat and chronic pain, Seokjin standing nearby and biting at the knuckle of his finger in distress. He needed to stay calm, even if the younger ones were panicking around him, now was the time to actually act like the Hyung he needed to be. Seojun on the other hand was trying to get out of Jungkook’s hold, unable to take the pain that was burning into his face. He felt like he was going crazy... there wasn’t anything that could be done to soothe is pain either, not right now. The only thing that calmed him down a little bit was...

“Seojun-ah, Puppy... stay strong for a little while longer... Namjoon, Taehyung and Jimin are looking for a medic right now. So... just a little longer, okay?”

A hand cupped the back of his neck and his head, lifting his head up a little bit as they repositioned themselves, placing Seojun’s head on their lap as they sat there, cushioning him in the hopes that it would make him feel better somewhat. The voice was too familiar... too recognisable as Min Yoongi’s. 

Three were gathered around the couch, Seokjin gently dabbing Seojun’s forehead with a handkerchief to stop any body fluid from going to the wound. Jungkook was holding onto Seojun’s wrists comfortingly, Hoseok was by the door, anxiously waiting for the missing three’s return with the medic.

Honestly, they all hoped that the three would return with a medic soon before Seojun could pass out, all anxious about what would happen. 

[dearseojun]

——–[@bangtanroleplay]———

Jimin felt his hand move to cup one of Seojun’s covered cheeks, his thumb gently rubbing over his patch. Even after all these years; he was never able to apologise, or even thank, the raven haired male for his actions. There wasn’t a day that went by where he didn’t think about it and it was slowly killing him inside. 

“I’ll be fine, Seojun-ah. I hope you always are too…" 

His words were sincere.If anything, overworking himself was the least Jimin thought he deserved. His whole life could have possible changed if things happened differently. 

Although the blonde seemed casual and carefree most of the time, he really did worry for Seojun and was always checking up on him. The dance studio, backstage after shows, the cafeteria, the whole building – Jimin was there, constantly checking on the male secretly.

——–[SEOJUN]———

“Hyung?”

It was a few sporadic seconds, but Seojun’s slightly smaller hand eventually came up and placed itself over Jimin’s gently, head tilting into the hold instinctively. This was different. They’d never interacted like this before. Maybe if they had started off differently… would their relationship be different now? Right now though, he wasn’t used to this. Typically, he’d have another tsundere outburst or think that Jimin was joking around but…

…this seemed different. He seemed too sincere. He wasn’t joking around?

“H..Hyung are you… you’re not sick, are you?”

He was half-joking, half not, but God knows what Seojun was worrying about. The smaller form shifted forwards a little more, reaching up and pressing the back of his hand to Jimin’s forehead in confusion. Fever? No, he had normal temperature for this room despite it being warmer in here than most rooms. Then…

His eyes softened. Right now wasn’t time for joking around.

“Hyung are… you okay…?”

Almost less than a whisper, his voice was the only one to reverberate around the room as he spoke, the only other person to hear it being… Jimin. Grey hues met the light brown ones, not once flickering away or leaving. He was genuinely concerned for the older male and really, with how close they were in proximity, it seemed to be more serious than he thought. That curiosity still lingered in as his hand gently held onto Jimin’s, now squeezing and holding onto it gently in worry.