Twisted Every Way || Vmin/Yoonmin {Complete}

17 -- Awake

Yoongi's eyes went wide at the sudden warmth against his lips, his body jolting at the unfamiliar sensation that was coming over him. Taehyung gulped as he watched before closing his eyes tightly and turning his head away; he hoped he understood the motives behind Jimin's actions correctly, yet watching his lover act so passionately, holding the ghost's face so tenderly, pained him like a bullet through the heart. Yoongi closed his eyes and lowered the gun from his head. With his opposite hand, though it still trembled immensely, he touched Jimin's hair, his fingers gently entwining in it above the nape of his neck. To his surprise, Jimin didn't flinch at the touch of his cold hands, and nor did he pull back when Yoongi engaged his lips, savoring the sweetness that he'd yearned for since long ago. This, he pondered, must have been what a real angel's kiss felt like.

But Yoongi knew it couldn't go on forever. He pulled away from Jimin, looking at the man before him while his eyes were still closed, his plump lips still just barely parted. Jimin breathed for a moment in complete stillness before slowly raising his eyelids to survey the ghost. They both breathed heavily, eyes locked on one another, until Jimin looked down, slowly taking and removing the gun from Yoongi's hands. Instinctively, as he took in in his own grasp, Jimin choked back a sob. Yoongi watched him, and though the blond said nothing, he understood. The kiss wasn't out of love--it had been to save his life. Still, the ghost stepped closer, carefully reaching out and touching Jimin's waist. When Jimin met his eyes, yet didn't back away, Yoongi hugged him carefully and rested his forehead on his shoulder, his body shaking again. Jimin closed his eyes, standing still with his hands at his sides as the man clung to him, once more beginning to sob. He, too, felt a wave of tears culminating within him as he felt the tremor of Yoongi's torso against his.

For what felt like a long while, they cried in harmony, their bodies shaking as Yoongi held him more and more tightly. When at last he released Jimin, Yoongi sank to his knees, crying at the blond's feet and reaching up to hold his free hand. He was utterly overwhelmed with both bliss and despair. Not once in his life had he experienced true affection, but with that one gesture, he felt as though he'd experienced all of the love that the world had to offer. Jimin disdained him, and yet went to such lengths to save him; he couldn't even begin to understand such compassion, but feeling so much kindness all at once was killing him. He slowly peeked up to meet Jimin's eyes; the blond's still ever flowing tears--the tears of an angel--fell onto his face, mingling together with his own tears on his cheeks.

"Jimin..." he breathed, gripping desperately onto his hand. "You aren't coming with me... are you?" Jimin pursed his lips, and looked to him with an expression of sorrow, saying nothing. If the man before him was doomed to forever feel like ending his life because of him, he would feel guilt every day, wondering if he was living or dead. Still, he wanted a life with Taehyung--a life where they could be happy, where they could feel peace and joy in everything they did. He knew that if he did put Yoongi's happiness before his own, he would be forever yearning for something more. Even with as selfless as he was, he didn't want that for himself--yet he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Yoongi released his hand and slowly stood up. He turned away from Jimin and raised his hands to run his fingers through his hair before touching his lips and closing his eyes. He found it hard to believe that just a short time ago, his lips had experienced such tenderness, yet he still felt Jimin's warmth lingering on them. Lowering his hand, he turned his attention to Taehyung. The redhead had been staring toward the wall, eyes watering, and only snapped his head back to look at Yoongi when he heard his footsteps approaching.

Taehyung glared with utter disgust as the ghost stepped toward him, fire in his teary eyes. Nevertheless, he stood still as Yoongi reached up, first untying the makeshift noose and removing it from his neck, then turning him around and releasing his wrists. Yoongi took several steps back the moment he was set free, and Taehyung turned, only briefly glancing at the ghost in favor of locking eyes with Jimin. The blond stood motionless, the gun still in his keeping, uncertain of what was to come; still, the moment Taehyung stepped toward him, he sprinted to close the distance, and the lovers threw their arms around each other in a tight embrace, both shaking from the leftover panic.