Play Date • YoonMin

5

"All I've ever been is nothing to him. I've been so stupid." Jimin cried into Jin's embrace. Jin ignored the lack of honorifics. He knew Jimin was too distraught to notice anyway.

"No, I'm sure that's not true. I've seen how he looks at you. He cares for you, I know it." Jin tried telling him.

"No! He thinks I'm nothing. And he's right. I am nothing. I'm useless. All I'm good for is a good fuck." Jimin's voice got softer the longer he spoke. "I'm worth nothing." He sobbed.

Jin could kill Yoongi for making Jimin feel this way. For making him feel like nothing.

"I'm not even anyone important in the group. I'm not the lead singer, I can't compose or produce music, and Hosoek Hyung is a better dancer. Even the fans don't like me unless I show off my body." He sniffed. "I'm nothing to no one." He whispered.

"You're something to me. You're something to everyone in the group. We all love you and we couldn't be who or where we are without you being a part of us. Yoongi is an idiot for not seeing that. You're not nothing."

"You're just saying that, Hyung."  Jimin wiped his nose with his sleeve. Jin cringed and grabbed a tissue, handing it to Jimin. Jimin just took it and wiped his sleeve making the mess worse.

Jin rubbed Jimin's back and looked up at the ceiling, thinking. "Jimin, do you want to break it off with Yoongi?"

Jimin sat up quickly and gaped at Jin. "No! I mean, I don't want to be a just a play date to him, but I don't want to end things with him. I want more, but if this is all I'm going to have with him, then that's fine. At least I still get him."

Jimin laid back down on his bed and curled up. "I know it's stupid. To want to keep him like this when it won't be more, but I don't want to give him up." Jimin felt Jin's arms rub his thigh in comfort. "I love him." He shut his eyes, his breath shaking.

Jin looked down at the small boy in pity. He knew Jimin's heart was breaking but there was nothing he could do for him. All he could do was comfort him as best he could and try not to kill Yoongi the next time he saw him.

"I don't think that's a very good idea. Staying with him is only going to hurt you more and you'll end up hating him. You'll feel used and when he's done, you'll really feel like nothing and you'll feel so broken you won't know how to keep breathing."

Jin spoke quietly to Jimin, rubbing up and down Jimin's side, trying to soothe him.

"What if he could love me back, Hyung. Maybe I wouldn't be nothing if I stayed and he ended up loving me back." Jimin wagered. His voice soft with sleepiness.

"Then you'd be very lucky, but I don't-" Jin's sentence was cut short by Jimin's soft snore. Jin pursed his lips and swept Jimin's hair from his forehead. He stood up and pulled the blanket to cover him, and turned off the light.

He closed the door as quietly as he could, trying not to wake Jimin. He turned around and jumped at the figure who stood in front of him.

"What are you doing here?"