fragile ∾ pjm + myg

chapter twenty-four

Jimin didn't sleep that night.

Not even when Yoongi's soft breathes was all he could hear and his eyelids were begging him to just close them and fall into that sweet blissfulness his mind wanted, he just stared at the ceiling; thinking. Thinking about his talk with Yoongi later, thinking about the rapper's fingers mindlessly tracing the scars on his arm back in the hospital; he thought about every single thing that happened for the past year and when the sunlight finally began to shine through the curtains Jimin could only hope he could make things right for them. He hoped he could make things right with for the people he loved. Even if, right now, he wasn't doing any of this for himself, even if he still had so many things buried deep down on his mind, it was a start and he wanted to do this. If not for the others, then to prove himself he could.

He thought until he could hear muffled noises from outside the room, until Yoongi began to stir by his side, grumbling softly at the light coming from the curtains and hitting him in the face. Jimin smiled softly at the sigh; the rapper's lips were formed into a small pout as he twisted on the bed sheets, hiding his face against the singer's arm, blocking the light once more. The younger couldn't help but keep looking at the side of Yoongi's face, the pale, smooth skin still reflecting a bit of light, glowing under the morning sun as their soft breaths filled the room. He saw the smile forming on Yoongi's face before the elder opened his mouth.

"Is looking at me really the best thing you can think of doing in the morning?" the rapper's voice was rough from disuse, making it raspier than normal. Jimin slided down the bed a bit until he was on his side, facing Yoongi who now had his eyes opened in little slits, sleep still clouding them.

"Looking at you reminds me why I'm still here," at his statement Yoongi opened his eyes fully now, looking at him with an unreadable emotion hidden inside the brown of his eyes. Jimin just shrugged lightly, "Keeps me grounded in a way, I guess. Makes me feel like... Like it's worth it, I think? I don't know how to explain it, but looking at you makes me feel like not giving up."

Yoongi stared at him for two more seconds until he moved forward, pressing his lips against Jimin's softly, nothing more than a chaste kiss. They stayed like that for a moment before the elder pulled back slightly, licking his dry lips and sighing softly, leaning his forehead against Jimin's, "I love you," the words were whispered against the younger's lips, "I really, really love you."

"I love you too," he pressed another chaste kiss against the elder's lips, "Now please go brush your teeth."

The elder huffed, pushing a giggling Jimin away from him as he meant to stand up, but had his wrist grabbed and pulled back into bed, the younger pressing their lips together once again, more intense this time, lips moving together gently.

They'd be okay, Jimin thought as Yoongi crawled back to the bed, still kissing him; it might take some time, but this time he believed they could all be okay.

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It took a lot of him, really, to have the guts to go out of his room to face the rest of the members; even when he knew he had to.

He had already sent a text in the groupchat, asking the others to meet him in the living room, but he was still trying to gather enough courage to open the door. He knew he had fucked up again, he was sure of that; but he intended on making it right this time. They deserved that; they deserved at least that. That what was pushed him to get out, really, the thought that he could do it right this time. That he could act like an adult and apologize instead of just wallowing in pain for the rest of his life because Jimin was just so fucking done with that; he had it all already with his mind and he was just done with it.