fragile ∾ pjm + myg

extra

this chapter happened before the prev. one, it's just an extra. 

The sound of rain hitting the window by his side was rather comforting, even if it created a rather loud noise when the drops of most likely freezing cold water crashed against the glass. Jimin's headphones were blaring music inside his brain, giving him a slight headache but nothing he couldn't deal with; the curtains pushed open doing nothing to illuminate the room enough, forcing him to turn the lights of his room on, even if it made his eyes burn. Hoseok was called to the studio to go over a few steps on their new choreography and God knows where Seokjin and Taehyung were; their leader was on a meeting with Bang PD-nim and Jeongguk went to the studio with Hoseok to record his parts for one of the songs of their upcoming album. Yoongi was... home with him? Stuck up on his studio once again? Jimin didn't have the slightest idea since he hadn't left his room all day, only knowing where the rest of their members were because of their group chat.

It had been raining for a long time now, and the sound was leaving Jimin at ease. The boy always liked rain, everything about it really; the smell, the sound, the view. He found it rather fascinating that little drops of water could be so beautiful if looked at with the right mindset. Jimin liked when the sky cried; he felt a little less lonely when it happened. His back was resting against one of his pillows, head tipped back while he stared at the ceiling, bored out of his mind. Most of his days were like this now, hours staring up at the white ceiling because he didn't have the energy to do much else. There was an open sketchbook lying on his relaxed thighs, the only thing covering his scarred skin being thin red shorts, the cotton fabric being the closest thing to comfortable on the irritated skin by the fresh cuts. On the previously blank page now laid an unfinished drawing of a flower, a dandelion if Jimin dared to call that scribbled mess such thing.

The singer was in the middle of pulling his headphones out of his head when a thunder made itself known somewhere outside and there was a rather loud and suddenly all the lights were out, making Jimin slightly jump on the mattress to the sudden change, something akin to a startled scream leaving the boy's lips; the lack of lightning allowing him to barely see anything but a few meters ahead. Great, that was just great. As if the day couldn't get even more boring; now he didn't have any source of light but his phone and the little to none clarity that bleed through the window. Jimin stared at the closed door, wondering if he should leave and go see if the eldest rapper was in the house or if he was truly alone in the dark, but before he could make a move to do so, the wooden door was pushed open, and Yoongi's black mess of a hair appeared through the gap, small eyes searching something before focusing on the singer at the bed.

"You okay there?" Yoongi's voice was rough from disuse but Jimin could still understand him perfectly, already used to it. The boy just hummed as an answer, lying even more lazily on the bed as he let his body fall on the pillow in a more comfortable position, sleeping the day away again being his goal for the rest of the day; he couldn't keep drawing now and his ears were already hurting from the loud music. "You're not gonna sleep now, are you?"

"Yeah," Jimin slurred, closing his eyes and enjoying the darkness of the room; it was doing wonders for the dull ache on the back of his skull, the noise of water drops hitting against the asfalt on the outside luring him to a deep slumber, "M' tired." It was silent for a few seconds before the young boy heard his door being softly closed and footsteps nearing the bed, a hand suddenly stroking his hair out of his face; Jimin opened his eyes a bit, staring up at what he could see of Yoongi, the elder's face being slightly illuminated by the light outside. There were deep bags under the rappers eyes, and his whole demeanor looked rather tired but it was the kind smile on his lips that caught Jimin's attention, especially when he started to push his shoulder to the side, "Hm, what?"

"Move over, I can't work when there's no electricity and I don't pass nap offers." the elder's voice was playful as Jimin grumbled but rolled closer to the other side of his bed, careful not to end up falling off of it as Yoongi dropped his phone on the bedside table and laid by his side on the bed, pulling the blankets up to their waists before finally settling down on his side, staring directly into Jimin's eyes. They could only see part of each other face's, the room now being illuminated by one of the streetlights out there since it was growing later and darker by the second; a yellowish glow thrown over Yoongi features since he was the one lying directly in front of the window. With the sudden moving, Jimin was now pretty wide awake even if his eyelids still felt heavy and all he wanted to do was just close them.

"Why you're at home? I thought you'd be at the studio with the others." the younger boy mumbled, voice partially muffled by his pillow while Yoongi's hand went back to his hair, gently running his fingers through the damaged strands of faded pink. Jimin almost purred at that, the sensation being something he greatly craved and was only now realizing it as Yoongi's fingers caressed his hair gently.

"Felt like working from home," and keeping an eye on you. "Kinda regretting it now but it's not like I was getting somewhere anyway, so, napping is the next best choice." Jimin just hummed at that, letting his eyes fall close and squirming to get closer to Yoongi, in search of the body heat he knew the elder would always grant him. The rapper let his hand fall from the boy's hair to his waist, securing it there and making circles on a part of Jimin's exposed skin when something caught the corner of his eyes, a white line shining against the light on the boy's thigh. His shorts had ridden up when he rolled over and was now pulled up against his crotch, leaving the singer's upper thighs out in the open.

Before Yoongi could stop himself, he felt his hand travelling lower and brush against the scar, sending a shiver down Jimin's spine that the rapper was well aware of, but even so, the younger made no movement to stop it, too tired to try it. He just allowed the elder to softly follow the white line with his fingertip, the touch barely there, but Jimin could still feel it; could still feel Yoongi's warm hand on his skin. His fingers moved up, following an even messier patch of skin covered in white and pink lines, some at an angry red shade that revealed that they were newly made, forcing the elder to choke down all the questions begging to escape his lips.

"They're awful," Jimin's whisper was barely heard under the sound of heavy rain outside, but Yoongi was close enough to hear it; close enough to hear how much it hurt the younger to talk about it, "You shouldn't look at them, it's disgusting."

"They're not." the rapper's answer was immediate, not a single second passing after Jimin stopped talking. The younger opened his eyes at the blunt answer and Yoongi forced himself to maintain eye contact, "Maybe the reason they exist ain't beautiful or shit like that, but they're a part of you now, and there ain't a single piece of you that's disgusting, Jimin," he removed his hand from the boy's thigh but not before grazing his fingers upon the tiny bumps on his skin one more time, now bringing his hand to Jimin's face and placing it on his cheek, "I wish you could see yourself from the eyes of the thousands of people around the world when they stare at you in awe; I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, Minnie. Maybe then you'd believe me."

Jimin didn't answer, forcing the tears on his waterline back down and closing his eyes, covering Yoongi's hand on his cheek with his own. "Even if it's hard for you to do it now, I'll spend my whole life convincing you of it if I have to. Because you're worth it even if you think you're not." At that, Yoongi intertwined their fingers together bringing them to his lips and kissing Jimin's knuckles with a soft kiss, "Now sleep, hm? Let's enjoy it while all of this silence lasts."

The boy cracked a smile at this while Yoongi pulled him to his chest, hands breaking their link so the rapper could put it at his back, once again creating formless figures with his fingers on it. Jimin just sighed, allowing his body to relax on top of Yoongi's; this was as comfortable as it would get, even if in a normal day he would deny everything the elder just said. Today, even if for a few hours, he let himself believe it.

Even if for a few hours of bliss, Jimin allowed himself to believe he was worth something.