The Death of Me | Yoonmin

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The excitement around him woke Yoongi. From their talking he could understand that they were headed towards a diner. He didn't want to go at first, and almost started begging Hoseok to bring some food back for him, until he heard Jimin saying he wouldn't be going. He was sure Jimin would never rant to him about his bad tendencies when the others were around, being the only one he had ever opened up to about his problems in the past. The others of course knew too much also. He also knew Jimin would start complaining when they were alone. So he had to go. He didn't want to hear from Jimin that he was worried about him, as his friend certainly knew about Yoongi's ability to go completely numb for periods of time, hence why he needed to put up his acting game a notch or two. Feeling it, but not really feeling it.

So he grabbed some clothes, his own this time, at least he thought so, and changed rapidly. He narrowed his eyes little when he saw how Jin took care of Jimin, envying him for doing so. Why did he never come up with thoughtful ideas like that? How would you know that a person could use an extra blanket? It was already so hot in their bus, he could feel the clean shirt he just put on sticking on his back.

He got off the bus, not being able to hold back a moan from the ache his protesting muscles gave him while taking the deep step down. He felt stupid for exposing his muscles earlier to the coldness.

He was the last one to leave the diner, walking back slowly because of his aching muscles and full stomach. He'd eaten way too much food, stuffing his face with more french fries than he could count. He regretted nothing, only the slight nausea he felt while walking.

He'd fallen way behind on the others, taking his time to not make the nausea worse. He saw Hoseok approaching. 'Hyung, are you alright?'

Yoongi nodded, giving him a small smile. 'Yes, fine. Just ate too much.'

His friend grinned, patting him on the back. 'I noticed. You can feed a whole classroom with the amount you ate.' He rolled his eyes in response, holding his breath so the flaque of nausea would settle down. Hoseok sure liked to exaggerate.

When he entered the bus, the others had already occupied their beds. He noticed how Jimin lay almost exactly like they had left him, his complete body covered under blankets. 'I'll check on Jimin,' Hoseok proposed, closing the door behind him and signaling to their driver he could start the engine.

'No, go to sleep, I can see you need it.' He knew how hard Hoseok had been working the past couple of days, and it was starting to show on his physique. 'Let me do it.'

Hoseok thanked him, seeming slightly surprised about Yoongi's proposal.

Before seeing Jimin, Yoongi made himself comfortable on the couch in the lounge area, working on some lyrics until his eyes started burning. He couldn't tune out the snoring, and Jimin's occasional gasping in the back of the bus. He believed he even heard some sniffing.

Yoongi went to the tiny kitchen on their bus, and fixed up some tea. He brought two cups down to their sleeping area.

They had quite some room, which was nice. On either side were two bunk beds, and a larger single bed in the end which was occupied by Jimin for the night. Some of the members made turns sleeping in the larger bed. The bunkbeds which weren't occupied they used for storage, as travelling with seven men who cared somewhat about their appearance, they didn't have enough storage space with just two small single doored closets.

He closed the area which consisted Jimin's bed for the night with a hidden slide door, so he wouldn't wake up some of the others who'd already fallen asleep.

He sank down on Jimin's bed, putting the cups next to him on a tiny nightstand. He peeled of the blankets, so Jimin's peaceful sleeping face would show. Only he wasn't sleeping. In the little light from passing street lanterns, he could clearly see the blue eyes staring at him. Annoyance arose inside him.