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Sightless :: 13 FINAL

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 2,240

Pair: Yoongi x Jimin

Chapter: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 (of 13)

“On a typical Saturday, a near-fatal accident destroyed his eyesight.

Now Park Jimin feared Saturdays. Whether it was the most beautiful, clear day out or a rough, raging storm. Every Saturday, he would go into hiding, away from the world, away from any danger.

But then Min Yoongi shows up, picking up the little pieces of life Jimin lost and tries to show him that Saturdays can be, in fact, the safest day of the week.”

JIMIN

1 year later

Beads of sweat dripped down his temple as he finished up the last of the choreography, the music coming to an end. Grabbing the towel from the corner of the room, Jimin dabbed the sweat from his forehead and chugged down some water. “Excellent work Jimin, let’s retire for the day, we’ll go over the final details tomorrow.”

The dance instructor gave him a light pat on the shoulder as Jimin grinned, saying his goodbyes as he exited the room. Alone in the practice room, Jimin sat across the cold, wooden floor and glanced at his own reflection as he gasped for breath, his muscles strained and exhausted.

Since his surgery, Jimin got back into dancing again, his passion rose from the dead. About a half a year ago, he was noticed by a manager of a music company during one of his performances and was now recruited at the company after successfully graduating college. He spent hours a day following his passion, dancing and doing small performances around the city, his best friends would come to support each and every show. Nothing made him happier.

Except there was this emptiness inside of him, constantly reminding Jimin of what he lost a year ago. A person that meant the world to him.

Every day for the past year, Jimin searched for him. He tried calling Yoongi as soon as he got discharged from the hospital. His number had become disconnected. None of his friends knew of his whereabouts. It angered Jimin, that Yoongi didn’t say anything. He didn’t leave any source of contact, nothing for him to identify Yoongi with, not even a picture. He didn’t leave a damn picture.

At one point, he contacted the university. After struggling and trying to get the assistant to release his information, she eventually said that he no longer attended and apologized before hanging up. Ever since then, he roamed the streets with the longing hope he’d run into Yoongi again. But as days passed by while his friends watched him search for this boy in distress, they began to worry.

Despite Jimin being able to continue with his life and reach for his dreams, his best friends could see a lingering sadness hanging off of him, like something was taken from him.

After a year, Jimin stopped mentioning Yoongi. He stopped searching when he was out with his friends, he never spoke of him around anyone to show that he was perfectly fine without Yoongi. But as soon as he was alone, or when a Saturday came around, Jimin crumbled apart all over again. Yoongi was his support system, his comfort. Someone he loved. A presence that he enjoyed having around. He was everything to him and he lost all of it at once.

It felt like Yoongi was just a voice in his head, a person that never actually existed. There was nothing he had besides the heartbreaking letter to prove he was even real. Every stranger’s face he’d come across on the streets, he only hoped that one of them would turn their eyes toward Jimin and say it was Yoongi.

But a whole year had passed and he still never found him.

Exhaustion taking over his muscles, Jimin tiredly waddled out of the dance room into the hallway of the company. The day was coming to an end, employees were leaving. Jimin ran a hand through his pumpkin hair and turned a corner, abruptly slamming into a body. Apologizing quickly, Jimin helped the person collect the music books that scattered across the ground.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. Are you okay?” Jimin handed the last music book to the boy as they stood, watching his eyes widen in response.

The boy’s hair was pure white, his skin as light as sugar. His ears were decorated with a few earrings, a faint, handprint-shaped bruise wrapped across his neck. There were a few more scratches and bruises dusted across his skin. but amongst that, he was the most beautiful person Jimin had ever seen.

The boy’s mouth opened like he wanted to say something, but quickly closed it, taking the book from Jimin’s hand. Their fingers brushed, a jolt of electricity ran up his arm.

Jimin’s eyes flickered to the bruise on his neck. “Did something happen to you?” He asked as he lifted his fingers toward his neck, watching him flinch and back away. His dark, beady eyes stared into Jimin’s, searching them with a longing expression.

He didn’t know how long they stood there, strangely lost in each other’s eyes. When Jimin heard a shout from the hallway behind him, the boy retreated out of his stare and rushed around the corner without a word. Curiously, Jimin continued down the hall until he reached the manager's room, poking his head in. “Excuse me?”

The manager lifted his eyes up from the desk and smiled at his entrance. “Jimin, come on in.” He stepped into the small office, the desk piled with papers, framed awards hanging on the wall behind his manager.

“Did you hire someone recently? I just saw someone I haven’t seen before, he was a bit...strange.”

“Ah, you must be talking about Suga.” The manager responded as Jimin comfortably sat in the chair in front of the desk. “He’s been here for about a week now, I’m surprised you haven’t met him earlier. You must have been busy in the practice room as usual, haven’t you?”

Jimin gave him a guilty shrug. “You caught me. What does he do?”

“He’s a pianist, and a fantastic one at that. Actually, he came up to me one night with absolutely nothing and begged to work for my company. He showed me a small sample of his composing abilities, so we made an agreement that he can stay here for free as long as he worked under my name.”

“Huh...but his neck. Did you see his neck? He’s covered with bruises. What happened to him?” Jimin asked as the manager sighed, lightly shaking his head. Jimin didn’t usually ask so much about a person, but the curiosity got the best of him, he felt drawn to him already, like a magnet.

“He would leave the building every night, says there was something he needed to find. Something important to him. But he must have run into trouble a few nights ago, poor kid got strangled on the streets and was taken to the hospital. The doctor recalled that his larynx was damaged due to the severity of his injury. We don’t know how long it’ll be before Suga can talk again.”

Jimin’s eyebrows rose, a solemn expression washed across his face. “So you’re saying...he’s a mute?”

“I’m afraid so.”

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Jimin stared at his own reflection, water dripping down his cheeks as he breathed heavily. His vision grew hazy, the sounds of glass shattering and screams flashed in his mind.

“You’re going to be fine, Park Jimin.” He whispered to himself. “You’ve been through this day before, and you’ll be able to go through another Saturday as usual. Don’t let it get to you.” He splashed some more water across his face, turning off the sink afterwards.

After getting ready for the day, Jimin breathed in deeply and walked out of his dorm room and made his way toward the dance room. He passed a few employees, greeted them with a forced smile, reminding himself that no one was going to hurt him. Jimin stopped his tracks outside of a composing room, eyeing the white haired boy scribbling on some paper through the window.

A strange feeling tickled in his stomach as he watched him. He had the most delicate appearance, like a porcelain doll. The slightest touch could possibly shatter him. As Suga shifted around his seat, stretching out his bare arms poking out of the black tank, Jimin spotted a butterfly tattoo on one of his shoulders, causing the air to leave his lips.

A year ago, during a spring day, Jimin was eating barbeque with the boys, enjoying their lunch together. He caught a glimpse of a figure walking behind Taehyung with a butterfly tattoo on the man’s arm, same colors as Yoongi described. Dropping his chopsticks, he ran up to the man, screaming Yoongi’s name as the older glanced at him in confusion. Apologizing, the man backed away and rushed out of the restaurant.

Every time Jimin found someone with a butterfly tattoo, he never wasted a second to run up and ask them with a hopeful look. Each and every one of them ended up being a disappointment. Soon, he stopped asking, stopped causing scenes in public.

Just as Jimin was about to enter the composing room, the dance instructor approached him with a grin. “Are you ready? We have a lot to do today.”

“I…” He glanced at the boy through the window and back at his instructor. “Yeah, I’m ready. Let’s go.”

--

He turned on his phone.

2:07 AM

Sighing loudly as he body was splayed out across the dance floor, taking a break from his long hours of practice. Saturday was over hours ago. He could finally relax.

The phone lit up again, a loud ringtone interrupting the silence. He answered it and lifted the device up to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Jimin!” Taehyung screamed through the phone with a laugh, just how he usually greeted. “I got something to show you. I was going through all my pictures earlier today, because you know I have a habit of hoarding my selfies. God knows how handsome I am. I should be a model.”

“Tae, just get to the point already.”

“Well I found this picture I took a while ago that I wanted you to see. I just sent it to you.” Putting Taehyung on speaker, Jimin scrolled through his messages until a picture popped up. “Tae this isn’t funny, I don’t want to see a picture of you in your batman briefs. Maybe I shouldn’t have had that surgery. The things you’ve shown me in the past year…”

“Oh, wrong picture, I’m sorry! Forget you ever saw that.” Taehyung laughed awkwardly. “Okay, I sent the right one.”

Receiving the picture, Jimin glanced at it with a confused expression. It was a picture of him the night he called his friends to celebrate finding a donor before he found out it was a false alarm. He had a drink in his hand, his messy, pumpkin hair sticking up in the air as he was smiling at a person beside him. A person with mint hair.

“Tae, is that?”

“Yup!” Taehyung shouted through the phone. “I didn’t know I had a picture of you two. I must have been drunk when I took it.”

Zooming in on it, he got a clear image of the face, this too beautiful face with the biggest smile on it, glancing at Jimin with a loving expression.

“Jimin, are you there?”

His eyes grew wide in shock, his heart pounding. He hung up the phone and sprinted out of the practice room.

“He would leave the building every night, says there was something he needed to find. Something important to him”

The dots were beginning to connect together. The spark he felt when their hands brushed. The butterfly tattoo on his sleeve. His vocal chords were damaged, of course he wasn’t able to say anything.

His mouth went dry as he ran across the building, coming in front of the composing room he stood outside of earlier in the day. The room was empty, the lights were turned off. Jimin’s head shook back and forth as he glanced down the halls, trying to pick a direction and rushed down the left.

Where was he?

He ran and ran. He searched inside of every room, his heart sank deeper and deeper within each empty area. Until he skidded, coming to a halt and stepped backwards. Faintly, music came out of the piano room to his right as he approached the door, opening it slowly.

Breathing heavily, his hands growing cold, Jimin watched the white haired boy play, looking so ethereal. His arm had a butterfly tattoo drawn on it like how it was described in his memory, blue and purple. His fingers danced across the piano keys, his eyes closed and lost in the music. It was a song Jimin could never forget.

Butterfly.

“Min fucking Yoongi.” Jimin’s voice trembled in between his breaths. The boy’s hands slammed on multiple piano keys in surprise, glancing up at him with wide eyes. “Is it really you?”

The white haired figure stood up, slowly turning around until his dark eyes stared right into Jimin’s, guilt washing across his face. It was the same person as the picture, the same gentle features, the same face.

Jimin lifted his hands toward his neck, his fingers carefully tracing along the faint handprint. “You can’t speak...that’s why you couldn’t say anything earlier.” Closing his eyes, his hands moved to his cheeks, his eyes, nose, and lips. Jimin felt the all too familiar features of his face, pulling him right back to last year where he was only pictured as a shadow.

He pulled his hands away, looking into his dark eyes. It was Yoongi.

Jimin was so angry. He wanted to yell at him. He wanted to curse at him. He wanted to scream and ask why he disappeared. He wanted to tell him how much pain he was in, how long he searched for him. He wanted to, but he couldn’t.

He knew Yoongi had a reason. He knew in time, Yoongi would be able to explain everything. He trusted him. But right now, he was standing there, a real, physical being and not just a voice Jimin convinced was a figment of his imagination.

Jimin observed the fragile person that stood in front of him, taking in every little detail, finally putting a face to the voice and touch he was only limited to. “Min Yoongi…” He whispered as the boy glanced down at the ground, unable to make eye contact. “I missed you.”

As if Yoongi feared for the worst, thinking Jimin was going to hate him. As if he was afraid he would have forgotten him. As if that was all Jimin had to say to make him shatter into a million pieces with regret, his expression quickly changed, tears dripping down his cheeks, a pained sob coming from his throat. Yoongi tried to apologize many times, he tried to say things he wasn’t able to tell him a year ago, but nothing came out.

Jimin brushed away his tears, giving him a small, reassuring smile. “You know, I was right.” Yoongi glanced at him with a confusion. “You really are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” Jimin smiled. He felt himself finally being pulled together, his missing piece standing right in front of him. Jimin took Yoongi’s pale hands in his, entwining their fingers together, it was the same hands he held over a year ago. The same, warm skin he always held for comfort, or guidance, or just because he wanted to. Jimin’s longing for his touch after all this time was finally fulfilled.

Leaning forward, Jimin ever so gently brushed his lips against Yoongi’s chapped ones and finally felt whole again. He knew one hundred percent that this was the same Min Yoongi that stood in front of him many times before. The same one that came into his apartment one Saturday and saw Jimin in his most vulnerable state. The same one that taught him to grow out of his fears. The same one he truly, dearly loved all this time.

“Min Yoongi.”

The beautiful boy stared into his eyes, a single tear rolling down his cheek as Jimin gave him the biggest smile, his eyes turning into crescents.

“It’s good to see you.”

The End

[chimchimchoo]

Oneshot Announcement

Hi lovelies! <3

My newest oneshot will be posted tonight once I finish my final round of edits! Please look forward to it, I experimented with a new perspective style, we’ll see how it goes! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Thank you for your patience! <3  (This will be uploaded on AFF and AO3 as well) 

~Sujin

[chimchimchoo]

Sightless :: 12

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 1,634

Pair: Yoongi x Jimin

Chapter: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 (of 13)

“On a typical Saturday, a near-fatal accident destroyed his eyesight.

Now Park Jimin feared Saturdays. Whether it was the most beautiful, clear day out or a rough, raging storm. Every Saturday, he would go into hiding, away from the world, away from any danger.

But then Min Yoongi shows up, picking up the little pieces of life Jimin lost and tries to show him that Saturdays can be, in fact, the safest day of the week.”

A/N: Every chapter switches perspectives, the name of that person (Jimin/Yoongi) will be in bold before the start of the chapter.

JIMIN

He didn’t know what kind of dream he had. As soon as Jimin slipped into consciousness, it all turned into a blur. His head was dizzy from the morphine, something thick was wrapped around his eyes.

Groaning quietly, he heard footsteps approach his bed. “Are you awake Jimin? It’s Doctor Oh.”

Slowly becoming fully awake and fully aware of his surroundings, he lifted a hand toward the direction of the voice as he felt the unfamiliar hand, assuming it was the doctor’s taking it. “Did it go well?”

“The operation was successful, Park Jimin, congratulations.” Smiling nervously, Jimin lightly laughed at his response. “You’ve slept long enough for your eyes to start the healing process. In fact, if you feel ready, we can take off the bandage now.”

Jimin’s heart thumped in his chest. Colors. He’d see colors again. “Is he here, Doctor Oh?”

“He’s in the room with us, but I warned him not to be too loud. The morphine can make your ears sensitive to sounds. Now, are you ready?”

Hesitating for a moment, suddenly scared of what he would expect, he finally nodded as he felt the doctor's hand work the bandage on the back of his head.

The pressure of the bandage loosened as it unwrapped from his head, his own fingers trembling from excitement. Once it was completely off, Doctor Oh pulled the cotton pads off of his eyelids. “There you go.”

Jimin kept his eyes squeezed shut, frozen. He was so scared. What if it wasn’t everything he thought it’d be? What if Yoongi didn’t like that Jimin would be able to see him? What if the world appeared much scarier than he remembered?

“Jimin?” He heard the doctor call his name softly. “You can open your eyes now.”

Slowly opening his eyelids, his heart came to a still. Despite it being half opened, he made out colors already, and blurry shapes. Opening his eyes all the way, Jimin stared at the wall in front of him in the dim room. It was far too blurry for him to make out anything specific yet.

Giving it a few minutes, his vision began to clear up as he recognized a stool and a few paintings decorating one of the walls. Shifting his eyes toward the right, he spotted a man wearing a white jacket with a wide grin on his face. “Doctor Oh.” Jimin smiled.

He held up a small mirror in his hands as Jimin peered into it with a quiet gasp. His face. He was looking at his own face. It was different from what he remembered. His eyes were darker, his frazzled pumpkin colored hair poked upwards. It had been two years since he saw his own face. Two years he aged and saw something unfamiliar looking back at him. He forced himself to hold back the tears of happiness, admiring every little detail of his own appearance.

Spotting another person behind him in the reflection, his head turned in the opposite direction of the room where the second figure quietly stood.

His face was round and tan sporting one of the biggest, boxy smiles. But it looked very familiar, like he’d known it all his life. “Taehyung?” Jimin’s eyes widened in surprise, taking in the appearance of his best friend. “You’ve...gotten so old.”

“Excuse me, you’re seeing this handsome face for the first time in two years and that’s the first thing that popped in your mind? I’m offended.” Taehyung playfully ran a hand through his pumpkin hair.

“Well, seeing that the surgery was very successful and you’re not having any issues, I’m going to run to the nurse’s desk and ask her to get your prescriptions ready. I’ll leave you be with your friend for now. Congratulations again, Mr. Park.” The doctor pat his shoulder before exiting the room, leaving the two boys in silence.

“Taehyung, where’s Yoongi?”

“What do you mean?”

Jimin searched the dark room with his eyes, taking in the overwhelming amount of shapes he recognized as well as new ones he’d never seen before. “Yoongi. He was here before I went into surgery. He said he’d be in this room.”

“Jimin?” A flicker of confusion was seen on his face. “He’s not here.”

He froze momentarily before laughing. “Stop kidding around. Did he go to the bathroom? Or to get some coffee? He made a promise that he’d let me see him the moment I woke up. Where...where is he?”

Taehyungs features were stoic, his jaw clenched. “Jimin, no one was here when I came.”

Realizing that Taehyung’s tone was serious, which was an extremely rare event, the realization hit him like a pile of bricks. “That can’t be. Why would he leave?” Jimin pulled the IV out of his arm and jumped off the bed as Taehyung shouted behind him. “Yoongi?” Jimin ran out into the busy hallway, scattered with nurses, wheelchairs and gurneys. The sight of it overwhelmed him, a growing headache pounded in his head.

“Yoongi, where are you?” He called out, waiting for a familiar voice to respond. Instead of hearing one, Taehyung grabbed Jimin’s shoulders, pulling him back into the room.

“You idiot! Are you trying to throw all of this to waste? You just got out of surgery!” Taehyung yelled, but Jimin wasn’t listening. He leaned against the bed, slightly rocking himself back and forth as his mind was filled with questions.

Where was Yoongi? Why didn’t he stay? Why did he leave him on a Saturday? Jimin couldn’t go anywhere without him on Saturdays.

As his breath quickened, realizing he was out of the safety of his apartment without Yoongi, visions of the crash flickered through his mind. The headlights were brighter than ever, the classical song echoed in his ears.

“If you ever fall back into your previous state, or something triggers you, you have to remember that you will not get hurt.”

Forget what Yoongi said, forget any of that. His comfort was gone. His safe place was gone. The person he grew to love was gone. A sense of emptiness took over his chest.

“Jimin...Jimin are you listening to me?”

“Can I have some water?” He whispered quietly as Taehyung gave in with a sigh, nodding at his request. Walking to the other side of the bed to get the water, Taehyung spotted something and picked it up with curiosity.

“Jimin, this has your name on it.” Jimin’s head spun around as he eyed Taehyung holding a little, neatly folded object.

“Let me see it.” He took it from Taehyung’s hands, carefully unfolding the piece of paper, flattening out the creases. Words were scribbled on it, but it had been so long since he read something, and it was still too blurry for him.

“Taehyung, can you read this for me?”

Taking the paper from his hands, he carefully and slowly read the letter out loud with a pained expression, a choked gasp coming from Jimin.

Jimin’s eyes burned as tears poured down his cheeks. Taehyung tried his best to console his broken hearted best friend, but he knew anything he said would be useless at the moment.

As Jimin took the paper in his hands, forcing himself to read the letter, trying to understand the curves and scribbles written across it, hot tears dripped onto it, causing the ink to smear.

His legs gave out as he collapsed toward the ground, his best friend wrapping an arm over his shoulder for support. “You idiot!” Jimin shouted as he sobbed loudly, the paper crinkling in his hands. He could only hear the sound of his own heart shattering into a million pieces, the feeling of a chunk of him being forcefully ripped away. “You absolute and complete asshole, Min Yoongi!”

Park Jimin,

I know I made a promise. I know I was supposed to be in that room when you woke up. You’re probably mad at me. That’s okay, I would be too.

From the very moment I met you, Jimin, I knew you were something special. I never showed it at first, but as time went by, it grew harder and harder to keep my distance. I was never able to say this, but my feelings for you grew tremendously. So much that it hurt every time I looked into your eyes. Every time that you laughed. Every time I watched you trip over something and had to refrain myself from laughing.

I wanted to stay by your side every day, hold your hand and hear you describe all the things you could see. I wanted to watch you play at the arcade with your friends on a Saturday evening without a single worry about your past. I wanted to play you my songs on the piano and get your opinion on whether I should change some notes or not. I wanted to wake up to you beside me in the mornings, watching your smile shine brighter than the sun that hadn’t risen yet.

I wanted to tell you these things countless times, but I could never find the courage to do so.

Due to unavoidable circumstances, I had to leave Seoul and deal with family matters. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you this. I planned on doing so, but as time passed by, it got harder to find the the will to say it. At this point, being the coward I am, it was easier to leave without a word than to watch you fall apart.

But Jimin, you must remember the things I told you earlier. You must never let this get in your way nor the other struggles you come across. Continue living how you have.

We will meet again, Park Jimin.

I’m so sorry.

I love you.

I love you so much.

-Min Yoongi

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Sightless :: 11

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 1,827

Pair: Yoongi x Jimin

Chapter: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 (of 13)

“On a typical Saturday, a near-fatal accident destroyed his eyesight.

Now Park Jimin feared Saturdays. Whether it was the most beautiful, clear day out or a rough, raging storm. Every Saturday, he would go into hiding, away from the world, away from any danger.

But then Min Yoongi shows up, picking up the little pieces of life Jimin lost and tries to show him that Saturdays can be, in fact, the safest day of the week.”

A/N: Every chapter switches perspectives, the name of that person (Jimin/Yoongi) will be in bold before the start of the chapter.

YOONGI

Yoongi called his mother countless times. He begged her over and over. But when he found the tickets sitting in his mailbox, he knew that his stubborn mother would refuse to end the battle. She already ended his apartment lease, kicked him out of his own school and cut off his bank account. Yoongi didn’t have a choice but to go back, his mother was far too powerful for him to keep running away.

He was going to tell Jimin as soon as retrieved the train tickets, but that being so long ago, it got harder and harder to tell him as the day drew closer. It made him feel like a coward, but Jimin was already dealing with so much. He couldn’t bear to see a pained expression on his face. But what really, really pushed Yoongi to the edge was that the train took off the same day as his surgery. Of all days. 

Of all fucking days.

Yoongi didn’t know how long he would be gone for, but knowing that it’s his mother, of all people, it wasn’t going to be an easy battle. But for certain, he was going to go home, talk some sense into her and try to get his life back.

But with this weight hanging heavily on his shoulders, Yoongi was at a complete loss of whether he should keep his distance with Jimin because he was afraid of growing too desperate from the slightest touch, or to spend every moment inches away from him, holding his warm hand, staring into his colorless eyes.

The kiss, oh god the kiss. It was everything he ever wanted and also the worst decision he ever made. The fact that Jimin initiated it was absolutely no help at all. He wanted more, he needed more. He was desperate for Jimin’s gentle touch and he craved for his presence when Jimin wasn’t around.

Yoongi resisted though. He kept a small distance between the two of them and was going to stay that way until he left. Anything else more would make him break.

As much as it pained him terribly to make this decision, it was something he needed to do.

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“No, Jimin. Put the apple away.” Yoongi scowled when he caught a glimpse of Jimin rummaging through the kitchen. “You’re not supposed to eat anything.”

“But I’m...so hungry. It’s the bored kind of hungry, which makes it worse.” The pumpkin haired boy whined, tossing the apple back into the fridge.

“Then let’s take a walk.”

“But it’s cold, what if I get sick?” He continued whining as Yoongi threw his hands in the air.

“You’re not going to get sick if you bundle up well. Come on, there’s nothing to do and clearly you’re ready to claw the walls any second now.” Yoongi gathered their clothes, wrapping a scarf tightly around Jimin’s neck and shoving a beanie onto his pumpkin hair. He slipped on Jimin’s black glasses and gave him the white cane before opening the door, a blast of cold air blowing in.

But what caught his eye was that the scenery in front of him was covered with a blanket of a white, fluffy substance. At least two inches of it.

“Jimin,” Yoongi called with a smile. “Give me your hand, I want you to feel something.”

With a confused expression, he watched Jimin hold out his arm as Yoongi scooped some of it and pressed it onto his bare hand, watching him jump in surprise until he registered what it was. “Snow? Is there snow?” Yoongi observed Jimin’s eyes growing wide in marvel as he rushed outside, hearing the snow crunch under his shoes. “Let’s go down! I want to play in the snow!”

It only took seconds for Jimin to run to the elevator and impatiently waited as it carried them to the ground level. Without wasting a moment, Jimin dropped his cane and ran out into the small grassy field covered with untouched snow just outside of the apartment complex.

The boy plopped onto the snow and rolled around, his dark clothes getting covered with a layer of white dust. While he had the widest grin on his face, Yoongi wore a frown on his.

It was only less than 24 hours until his surgery, only less than 24 hours until Yoongi’s train took off. The time with Jimin was so limited, but he wasn’t going to stop fighting. He would do everything he could to get back to Seoul as soon as dealt with his parents.

Shaking his head, Yoongi bent down and scooped up a pile of snow with his bare hands, smashing it together until it formed a somewhat decent sphere. Aiming at his target, he threw his arm up in the air and tossed the ball, hitting Jimin square on the back.

“What was that?” Jimin suddenly asked until he began laughing, rolling a ball of snow in his hands before throwing it toward Yoongi, but failing miserably. With a teasing tone, he made fun of Jimin’s terrible aim as he stomped he way toward the grass

He bent over and packed snow together continuously until it became a ball that grew bigger. Rolling it along the snow, it stuck to the ball until it was the height of his knees and made another one just a bit smaller.

“What are you doing?” Jimin asked as he finished his snow angel.

“I’m making a snowman as ugly as you because I have no snow sculpting abilities.” Yoongi stated as he stacked the three snowballs together into a somewhat lopsided snowman. He found two large stones nearby for the eyes and a twig with a single leaf on it to be the nose. “Check it out, what a masterpiece.” Yoongi boasted as Jimin felt it’s rough edges with a warm giggle.

“You’re right, it is ugly.”

“Just because I said it was ugly doesn’t mean you can agree with me!” Yoongi lightly pushed Jimin’s shoulder, causing him to lose balance and slip on the icy grass, pulling Yoongi down with him.

With a loud thump, Yoongi heard Jimin’s body hit the white powder as he landed on top. “Are you okay?” He suddenly asked, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push you. Right before your surgery of all days too.”

“I’m fine.” Jimin gave him a reassuring smile, his eyelashes sprinkled with small flakes of ice, his pumpkin hair contrasting against the white ground. Jimin’s frozen, nearly purple fingers reached up and rested them on his cheeks, sending a chill down his spine. “Your cheeks are so warm.”

Yoongi eyed him carefully, observing and remembering every small little detail about him. His nose and ears completely turned pink, his cloudy, pale eyes always looking just a little off angled from Yoongi’s when they glanced at each other. His pumpkin hair always pushed back because the fringe got into his eyes and bothered him.

He ran a thumb along his lip, his head slowly leaning closer toward them, but froze when their lips were only centimeters apart. He could feel the heat radiating off of Jimin’s skin, hearing the soft inhale of his breath.

Feeling a painful throb in his chest, Yoongi backed away and stood up instead, brushing the snow off of his pants. “We should go inside before you get hurt.” He glanced at Jimin, his face carried a troubled expression. Yoongi felt regret grow inside of him, but it was for the best.

At least he thought it was.

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“I’m so nervous.” Jimin said as he walked out of the bathroom dressed in a hospital gown, his clothes folded neatly in his hands. “What if it doesn’t work?”

“Jimin, you’re overthinking it. You’re going to wake up and see all the colors of the world. Okay?” Yoongi took the clothes from him and put it in the small duffle bag that sat by Jimin’s assigned bed. “Take a deep breath.” Yoongi breathed in, watching Jimin mimic him and breathed out. It was written all over his face, Yoongi had never seen him more nervous about anything before.

Following with a knock on the door, a nurse entered the room with a small pole on wheels that carried a few items used for physical examinations. “Park Jimin? If you could please sit on the bed, I need to check your vitals as we prepare the operation room.”

Sitting on the stool beside the bed, Yoongi watched the nurse pull out the different objects one by one. She checked the boy’s ears, his mouth, the heartbeat, nodded a few times and scribbled some words on her clipboard. “Everything seems to be in perfect condition, Mr. Park. Have you eaten anything in the past 24 hours?”

Jimin rapidly shook his head, pressing a hand on his own stomach. “But I’m starving though.” He whined as the nurse chuckled.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have food prepared for you afterwards. You can eat all you want then. Sound good?”

Beaming, Jimin gave the nurse a hopeful nod as she cleaned up the supplies, hanging them back onto the pole. “Doctor Oh will be with you in just a minute, your procedure will begin in about ten minutes.” The nurse stated before exiting the room, closing the door behind her.

“Jimin, listen to me.” Yoongi’s voice was soft, so soft as if he lowered it only enough for just Jimin to hear it. “No matter what happens after you wake up, you must not let anything ever stop you. Okay?”

“Yoongi, what are you talking about?”

“I’m just saying, whether you see or not, do only the things you want to do, not things that you’re limited to. Whether you’re alone or not on Saturdays, take some time to walk outside, see your friends. Do dumb things with them, especially Taehyung. If you ever fall back into your previous state, or something triggers you, you have to remember that you will not get hurt. These past Saturday's we’ve gone outside have proved it to you. Just keep reminding yourself that what happened in the past will stay in the past forever. Promise me this.”

“Yoongi,” Jimin laughed quietly, growing with concern. “Why does it sound like you’re-” He was interrupted by a knock on the door as the doctor walked in, dressed in scrubs.

“Hello Jimin, Yoongi.” Doctor Oh greeted with a friendly smile as nurses behind him dragged in a gurney. “Are you ready for this, Mr. Park?”

Nervously, Jimin nodded his head as the doctor guided him toward the bed, carefully laying him down. Jimin turned his head in the direction of where Yoongi stood, holding a hand out. “Can he come with me?”

“Of course, but once we hit the operation doors, he has to stay out here. Does that sound good?” With a nod, they began to drag the bed out of the room, down the quiet hall toward the operation room. It was far too early in the morning for anyone to wander down the halls. All the patients were still sleeping, the nurses sipped their coffee and chattered quietly in the corners.

Yoongi took Jimin’s hand in his, squeezing it tightly as the doctor explained the procedure and the side effects for when he woke up. The operation doors came into view as Doctor Oh gave Yoongi a nod, signaling that it was time for them to go in.

“You’re going to be here when I wake up right?” Jimin asked quietly.

Clenching his jaw tightly, he fought back the words he really wanted to say. “I’ll be right here.” He hated lying, he hated it. He hated knowing how broken he was going to feel, that he wouldn’t be there when Jimin opened his eyes. He hated knowing that Jimin was going to spend his Saturdays alone. “Taehyung and the others will be here soon, we’ll all be waiting for you.”

Yoongi felt Jimin’s warm fingers slip out of his hand as emptiness grew inside of him. “I’ll be right here.” He muttered as the nurses began rolling the bed toward the doors.

“Hey Yoongi.” Jimin yelped as the entryway opened to a new hall. “I’ll see you soon.”

While Jimin disappeared behind the doors with the biggest smile on his face, Yoongi fought to hold back his words as his eyes brimmed with tears. He felt so much joy for Jimin, but at the same time he was in so much pain. It hurt. It hurt so fucking bad.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Yoongi fell onto his knees as his body gave in. Tears spilled down his cheeks as choked sobs erupted from his throat. Clutching his chest, he gasped in between his sobs, regretting the very decision he had to make. “I’m sorry Jimin. I’m so, so sorry.”

[chimchimchoo]

Sightless :: 10

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 1,487

Pair: Yoongi x Jimin

Chapter: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 (of 13)

“On a typical Saturday, a near-fatal accident destroyed his eyesight.

Now Park Jimin feared Saturdays. Whether it was the most beautiful, clear day out or a rough, raging storm. Every Saturday, he would go into hiding, away from the world, away from any danger.

But then Min Yoongi shows up, picking up the little pieces of life Jimin lost and tries to show him that Saturdays can be, in fact, the safest day of the week.”

A/N: Every chapter switches perspectives, the name of that person (Jimin/Yoongi) will be in bold before the start of the chapter.

JIMIN

“We found you a donor, Mr. Park. The documents are signed and prepared. We can schedule you for a surgery next month. All we need is the okay from you.”

“I’ll do it!” Jimin didn’t waste a minute to respond. “I’ll do it Doctor Oh!”

“That’s the spirit, I’ll call you back to set up an appointment to go over the details of it. Have a great day Mr. Park.”

“Thank you so much, thank you!” Jimin bowed multiple times with the phone in his hand, trying to show his gratitude although he knew the doctor wouldn’t see it through the device.

“What happened?” Yoongi suddenly asked as Jimin hung up the phone with the biggest smile.

“I got a donor, it’s official! They can set up the surgery next month!”

“Are you serious?” Yoongi gasped, gripping his shoulders tightly.

“I’m getting my sight back! It’s actually happening. Oh my god, I’m going to be able to-“ He was suddenly interrupted when he felt a pair of lips slam against his.

Shocked at first, Jimin froze for a few seconds before he closed his eyes, melting into his touch. Their bodies pressed together, Yoongi’s lips melded into his. They were so warm and a little chapped, but it was exactly as Jimin imagined. He had grazed his fingers across his lips far too many times when identifying Yoongi’s face, never had he thought he would get to kiss them, but he desperately wished so. Uncertain of what Yoongi would have said about it, Jimin just kept it buried deep in the back of his thoughts.

It was gentle at first, but then Jimin felt the desperation grow in Yoongi. Suddenly pushed against the wall behind him, Yoongi’s kiss grew deeper, as if he had been holding it in all this time. His hands moved from Jimin’s shoulders to his flushed cheeks as Jimin wrapped his arms around his torso.

The world melted away from them, all things seem to have come to a halt. Nothing mattered to two at the moment. Just the sensation of their skin touching and the intimacy that hung in the air between them was enough.

Before they got too carried away, Jimin tilted his head back against the wall, gasping. He heard heavy breaths fill the air as they were nose to nose. The butterflies tickled inside of his stomach, the muscles in his body went numb and his legs turned into jelly.

Jimin couldn’t see Yoongi, he couldn’t figure out what he was possibly thinking. Was he smiling? Frowning? Was this a terrible idea? Was it a good one?

Based on a light, satisfied laugh he heard just now, Jimin confirmed it. It was most definitely a good idea.

“Should we tell your friends that it’s official this time?” Yoongi asked, his thumb gently stroking Jimin’s cheek.

“We should, but that can be dealt with later. My mind is a bit distracted right now.” Jimin could bet a million bucks that Yoongi had a smirk on his face as he giggled, his eyes turning into those usual crescents whenever he was happy.

Jimin tilted his head upwards and met with Yoongi’s lips again, but this time, with his help, he finally aimed right. Yoongi slung an arm around Jimin’s waist as their lips locked, the longing of Yoongi’s touch that was pushed in the back of his mind was finding it’s way to the surface.

His senses were on fire, the heat of the kiss taking over his thoughts. He expected Yoongi to be the rough type, but to his surprise, he was actually so gentle, so careful as if Jimin could break under his touch.

“I don’t think you understand how long I’ve waited for that.” Jimin said quietly after their lips parted to catch their breath. He could sense Yoongi smiling again, Jimin’s fingers gently caressing his cheek.

“I’m glad I’m not the only one.”

They stood in silence, small giggles filling the air every now and then as they took in the moment.

But within a few minutes, Yoongi’s hands grew cold and clammy as Jimin felt him let go and back away, cold air filling the space between them. Was he regretting it now? “Yoongi, what is it?” His heart dropped into his stomach, scared that he may have done something wrong.

“Uh, nothing.” He heard uncertainty in his voice. “We should get back to work, we made a deal. When the phone dies, break is over.”

Frowning, Jimin didn’t know how to respond to his sudden demeanor. Although it was technically Jimin who initiated the kiss in his first place, Yoongi was the one who took it another step further. It wasn't fair of him to grow distant all of the sudden.

“Yoongi, if this is about-”

“It’s not, don’t worry. I just have a lot on my mind. Come on, we need to finish this.” Jimin heard Yoongi pat a hand on the piano bench, gesturing to come back.

Biting his lip, the usual nervous habit, he returned to the piano, running his fingers along the smooth keys. As he played random notes, he heard Yoongi aggressively scribbling on paper, trying his best to figure out what he was possibly thinking.

For the rest of that day, unless had to do with the final and editing the composition, neither of them had spoken a word, leaving a heavy atmosphere in the room.

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“Now, you’ll need to go 24 hours without food or drinks, water is acceptable. You will also feel drowsy with some frequent headaches the next few days afterwards. That is completely normal. It’s going to be overwhelming at first, to be able to see everything.” The doctor instructed, piling papers in front of the two boys that sat at the desk.

The semester had come to an end, Yoongi and Jimin successfully turned in their projects and treated themselves to drinks that night, celebrating the finishing of the first half of their school year.

The incident from earlier wasn’t spoken of afterwards. The two moved on with their life like nothing had ever happened, but mentally, Jimin questioned his actions over and over. It was the only thing on his mind ever since then. Dare he say he grew even more attracted to him? Longing for more of his touch? To just do nothing but be next to him? Laugh at his lousy attempts at jokes?  To gently touch his face and try, try his very best to paint a picture of what he looked like in his mind.

There was only a week left until his big surgery, Jimin dragged Yoongi along to his appointment to discuss the smaller details of it. Each day that passed by, Jimin grew more nervous, yet excited. He thought of all the things he was going to do once he was able to see. One of them was dancing, without a doubt.

“Keep these papers in a file, or somewhere safe when you get home. These are the official documents and signatures from everyone. You’ll need to hold onto these in case anything were to come up.”

“Thank you Doctor Oh. I cannot express my appreciation.”

“I’m glad you look forward to it on a bright note. Anyhow, your surgery will be on Saturday, December 20th. It’ll be early in the morning, but you’ll be able to get plenty of rest in your room during the day.”

Jimin’s smile faltered, but then grinned even wider with a confident nod. Concluding their meeting, Yoongi and Jimin stood, giving him a quick bow before leaving his office.

Clutching onto the small stack of papers tightly in one hand and the white cane in the other, he followed Yoongi through the hall of the hospital, mazing their way to the elevator.

When they got inside of the metallic cubicle, just the two of them, Jimin turned until he was sure he faced him. “Yoongi?”

“Yes?”

“Will you go with me?” Jimin suddenly asked with hope. “I want you to be the first one I see when I wake up.”

“Jimin, I don’t know, I-”

“Please? Do it for me? Please. It’s on a Saturday, I don’t want to spend that day without you. I know it probably makes you nervous. But I’m serious, I’m probably going to tell you you’re the most perfect human being ever when I see you, because I know you are.”

Yoongi was silent for a moment, a strange tension hanging in the air. “I’ll come.” There was the strangest hesitation, a distant feeling in his voice that Jimin questioned, but he quickly brushed it off. Just the fact Yoongi was going to be there made Jimin more than happy.

“Thank you.” He smiled as the elevator doors opened to the hospital lounge bustling with nurses and patients.

With all that set into place, there was only t-minus seven days until the operation.

[chimchimchoo]

Sightless :: 9

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 2,514

Pair: Yoongi x Jimin

Chapter: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 (of 13)

“On a typical Saturday, a near-fatal accident destroyed his eyesight.

Now Park Jimin feared Saturdays. Whether it was the most beautiful, clear day out or a rough, raging storm. Every Saturday, he would go into hiding, away from the world, away from any danger.

But then Min Yoongi shows up, picking up the little pieces of life Jimin lost and tries to show him that Saturdays can be, in fact, the safest day of the week.”

A/N: Every chapter switches perspectives, the name of that person (Jimin/Yoongi) will be in bold before the start of the chapter.

YOONGI

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Just give me another minute.” He breathed heavily, clutching against the wall. “I’ve never gone this far before.”

“You’ve been standing there for an hour now. Don’t force yourself if you’re not ready.”

“No, I want to do this.”

Yoongi stood outside of the apartment as he watched Jimin stand at the doorway, shivering. Earlier this morning while Yoongi was making tea for them, Jimin suddenly spoke up and decided it was time for him to try to go outside. Yoongi almost spilled the hot water in response; he thought he would never hear him say such words on a Saturday.

The cold wind blew through the outdoor hall of the apartment complex, making Yoongi shudder through his thick layer of winter clothes. Earlier, when he first opened the door, Jimin screamed and hid in his bedroom, as Yoongi tried to console him, reminding him it was just the wind coming in. Thinking that Jimin had fallen entirely back to square one, Yoongi sighed of relief when he watched the boy eventually exit his room, approaching the front door.

Concentrating on him take a deep, shaky breath, Jimin moved so slowly, Yoongi thought he was watching a slow motion film. His foot landed just outside of the door, and then the other.

“You made it outside.” Yoongi grinned widely, the fluttery feeling of pride and excitement tickling inside of his stomach. Inch by inch, Jimin moved himself closer toward him. “I’m not going to get hurt, I’m not going to get hurt.” He repeated to himself and stopped just centimeters in front of him.

“Jimin you…you’re facing your fear. You’re standing outside of your apartment on a Saturday.” Tears dripped down Jimin’s cheeks as Yoongi lifted a hand, wiping them away with his thumb. “I’ve never been more proud of you.”

It took a lot of time, but Yoongi watched the timid young figure grow braver within each passing Saturday, willing to try, willing to face his fears. He couldn’t explain the feeling bubbling inside of him when he watched him take new steps, to push forward.

“Do you want to try moving a little further?”

Jimin quickly shook his head. “I want to stay here for a bit. I’ll only go this far.”

“You have all the time in the world.” He tightened the scarf around Jimin’s neck, making sure the cold air wouldn’t seep through the fabric and ruffled his pumpkin hair.

Yoongi stood beside him for what felt like forever until Jimin decided he was far too cold to stand outside and pulled Yoongi in with him.

“Um, Jimin, why are you taking me to the bathroom?” He asked as they entered the small cubicle, watching Jimin feel around for the sink with a smile.

“You’re helping me with my fears, so I’m helping you with yours.”

“What do you mean exactly?”

“Look in that mirror right there and name 5 things you love about yourself.” He pointed toward the mirror in front of them as Yoongi caught a quick glimpse of his own reflection before looking back at him.

“I don’t know Jimin…this isn’t-“

“Please just do this. For me? For yourself. I want to help you.”

With furrowed eyebrows, Yoongi moved his gaze back toward the mirror, the same pair of eyes staring right back at him. He looked away for a moment, disgusted by what he saw but glanced back again. His mint hair was frizzy and untamed from the humidity; the tip of his nose grew pink from the cold air. His eyes were so dark, they look like black beads and his natural expression seemed to always carry a frown.

“I love…the music I make.” He began, but his voice was flat and his expression didn’t change. There was no affection in the tone. “I love my mint hair. I love my shirt.”

He stopped at three, unable to find any more compliments for himself. Jimin leaned up and whispered a few sentences in his ear as Yoongi rolled his eyes. “I love how I became friends with this blind guy.” Yoongi said with sarcasm. “And finally, I love my sarcasm.”

Jimin broke into a laugh, satisfied with the results. “Very good, we’ll try adding one more compliment to it another day.” He pat Yoongi’s shoulder before walking out of the bathroom without a word. For a few more seconds, Yoongi observed his face in the mirror before turning around with an unsatisfied grunt.

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Many Saturdays passed. Seeing that the semester was starting to come to an end, Jimin took more and more steps away from his apartment. At one point, he even made it to the first floor, but as soon as walked out and accidentally bumped into a child, Jimin fell into a panic and hid in his room for the rest of the day. But after a short talk with Yoongi and spending the majority of the day convincing himself that he was okay, he found the courage to try it again and got as far as the sidewalk at the very end of the apartment complex.

He sat on the curb and pressed a hand on the cold pavement of the street. There were no cars for it was nearly 4 am, but Jimin wanted to learn that the street was harmless. The texture of the pavement reminded him of the moment he was dragged out of the car, lying against the street as a voice comforted him. But he didn’t feel scared at the thought. He felt thankful. That man had saved him.

Eventually, Yoongi took Jimin to campus and sat in the music room for an hour working on the project for their final. Yoongi could read Jimin’s expression, knowing that he was stressed being this far from the apartment, but he gave his hand a comforting squeeze, reminding him that they were safe.

Yoongi on the other hand, stood in a bathroom every day and added one more compliment to his existing list of things he loved about himself. One day, when he told his reflection that he loved how pathetic his face was, there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. From then, it got easier for him to stare into his own eyes.

But what Yoongi struggled to accept was that painfully mushy, weird feeling in his chest whenever he laid his eyes on Jimin. It grew worse every time they came face to face but he tried his absolute hardest to ignore it. There was no reason he needed to confront Jimin about it. There was no reason he needed to accept the cold, hard reality that he utterly and completely fell for him if Jimin wasn’t going to feel the same.

Right?

“Here’s your tea.” Yoongi set down the pen after busily scratching music notes on the lined paper, struggling to find inspiration for a composition, and collected the mug from Jimin. They were at it nearly the entire day; the music sheet was due tomorrow, ending the semester with their biggest final project yet.

Jimin sat closely beside him, almost too close to send Yoongi’s heart racing, but he never complained. “How much more do you need to write? We got about two minutes down, right?”

“We need to add three more minutes, this could take us all night.  ” Yoongi groaned, massaging his temples, praying that his slowly growing headache would go away.

“Can’t we take a break?” Jimin whined. “I’ve been playing the piano for hours, my fingers are tired.” Yoongi watched as Jimin begged with a pouty face. He thanked himself that Jimin couldn’t see him frowning, turning his head away from him. After the phone call he received yesterday, he struggled to focus on the task at hand.

“Mom? Why are you calling?”  

“Hello Yoongi, can’t your mother call just to check up on you?”

“There’s usually something you need from me. What do you want?” Yoongi replied bitterly, wanting her to get to the point. His relationship with his parents wasn’t exactly the strongest thing in the world. They fought and and disagreed on a lot of his personal choice and opinions on things growing up. He wanted to major in music, they argued that it was an unrealistic career and suggested that he’d get into a medical school instead because it was his father’s dream that he could never accomplish. Now he was stuck in a business room for hours a day with a suit and briefcase, filing papers and attending meetings. Yoongi promised himself that he’d leave for a university in Seoul as soon as he got accepted and pursue his dreams.

But it wasn’t as easy as he thought. His parents kicked him into a medical school for the past three years, but when Yoongi finally cracked from the stress, he ran away to Seoul, secretly applied to a different university and changed his major. He hadn’t spoken to his parents since then.

“You need to come back home.” His mother stated coldly. “Your father had fallen ill and cannot take care of the financial situation. We need you to come home and take over his job.”

His face grew pale. “You really think I’m just going to drop everything, my dreams and my future just to go back to Daegu and trap myself in his little business cubicle? Why can’t you just ask your favorite older son to do it for you? He still lives with you.”

“Your brother went off to the military last month, honey.”

“What? He went to the military and you didn’t bother to tell me?” Yoongi’s voice rose in anger.

“We tried calling you but you kept ignoring all of our calls. We had no choice but to send him off without you.” Yoongi didn’t reply, his mouth forming a thin line. “Anyway, you don’t have much of a choice Yoongi. I’ve already notified your university that you’ll be taking a break for a while. We need you back here in a month or I’m cutting off your sources. You know I have my connections. I’ll mail you the train tickets.”

“You did what ?” Now Yoongi was angry, very angry. The line went dead and Yoongi redialed the number, waiting for her to answer. Instead, it went straight to her voicemail. With an angry shout, Yoongi tossed the phone on the bed and paced across his bedroom.

She was going to cut off his money, make him lose his own place if he didn’t return. His mom even dropped him out of university. How the hell did she even find out where he went to?

Yoongi’s mother was a person he truly feared, if he had to pick anyone. She made connections with so many people, she knew how to control just about anyone and make them bow to their knees for her. Yoongi never spoke about about his family to Jimin, but it was best if he remained that way.

The less he thought about his family, the better off he was.

“We don’t really have the time to take a break, Jimin.”

“Come on, please? Let’s dance again! I missed dancing!” Jimin bolted up from the floor, grabbing Yoongi’s hands. “Put on a song, any song.” Rolling his eyes, Yoongi gave in and took out his phone, putting it on shuffle. The battery was dying, he noticed, four percent. “Okay, we’re only doing it until the phone dies, and then it’s back to work.”

“Deal!” Jimin squealed as a pop song came on, dancing and stomping across living room in pure joy. “Come on Yoongi!” He held his arms out, waiting for the figure to approach him. With a laugh, Yoongi watched in admiration as he happily bounced across the living room before striding up to Jimin, breaking out into the most embarrassing dance he could think of. Thankfully, Jimin couldn’t see it, but he still laughed at him anyway. “I never knew you had it in you, Yoongi.”

“Oh you shut up.” Yoongi playfully scowled, growing out of breath from the sudden burst of energy he didn’t think he had. The song eventually ended, automatically playing the next one that happened to be a classical. As of on cue, Yoongi slung an arm around Jimin’s lower back, taking his hand with the other. Grinning, Yoongi smiled as he watch Jimin’s eyes turn into crescents and slowly swayed their bodies across the apartment, step by step.

Yoongi wanted to curse at himself. His hands were clammy and his heart was pounding. He was so close to Jimin, too close. But at the same time, he just wanted to stand there and hold him forever, his arms wrapped around him, his nose nuzzled into his pumpkin hair. Just having Jimin entirely to himself. Did that make him greedy?

“Thank you.” Jimin suddenly blurted.

“What for?”

“Everything.” He began. “For helping me get over my fears, for trying to understand me. You came over almost every day after the first Saturday you saw me and made sure I wasn’t lonely or never hurt myself although I know my way around the apartment like the back of my hand.” They took a few steps forwards, a few more backwards. Their bodies danced in sync as if they were one. “You’ve helped me improve faster in the past semester than the two whole years it took me to do it on my own. So, thank you, Min Yoongi.”

“Oh well, I was just…you’re welcome.” He didn’t know what else he could say, he was too engrossed in staring into his colorless eyes that never looked right into Yoongi’s. The song came to an abrupt end, assuming the phone must have died, but they stopped dancing long before that.

“Are you okay?” Yoongi asked, observing Jimin’s unusual gesture. He was dead silent, his face making the strangest expression that was neither fear nor confusion. His eyes grew big, his jaw clenched tightly. It seemed as if he was having an internal debate of some sort. Yoongi leaned closer, their noses inches away as he lightly shook his shoulder. “Jimin?”

There was no warning. Jimin quickly leaned forward, his eyes closed as he gently pressed his lips against Yoongi’s. He didn’t quite make it, as he got the corner of his mouth, but it was only for a short moment. Yoongi responded with widened eyes in surprise as Jimin bit his lip nervously, his ears growing red.

“Why are you so quiet?” Jimin asked nervously. “What are you thinking? Should I have not done that? I’m sorry. I don’t know what was thinking. I won’t do it again.”

“No, Jimin, I-“ He was abruptly cut off by the ringing of the phone in Jimin’s pocket.

“Sorry, I gotta get this.” He pulled it out and answered it with a light greeting. “Yes, this is Jimin.” He nodded into the phone for a few moments until his expression froze in shock, his face slowly turning pale. “What did you just say?”