Golden (Yoonmin One-Shot)

G o l d e n

JUST A LITTLE NOTE FOR MY ANNOYING IRL FRIENDS (actually there's only one, you know who you are):

Fuck off. Seriously. 

Also, this is barely edited and the polished one is on ao3 under the same title.

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IT STARTED WITH A TOOTHBRUSH AND A BANANA.

Looking back, I guess I shouldn't have scowled at you. I should've been a bit kinder, gentler, but now that I'm remembering again, I can't say I regret anything.

You were so wasted that night. You were there, on the toilet seat, pants pooled at your feet, barely upright. You were so lucky I'd been the one to enter that god-forsaken bathroom.

But I think I was luckier.

"Hi," you drawled, laughing quietly. Even then I found you pretty. Pretty in a tired kind of way.

I didn't respond. Instead I closed the door behind me, this time locking it unlike you, because I didn't want people to see you like this. You were one of the loudest people in class, in case you didn't know. You were the loudest happy, and the most silent sad.

Don't think I didn't see you crying all by yourself at that abandoned classroom one time.

You squinted at me and only then I realized you were holding an item in each hand. "Yoongi?"

"What the fuck are you doing with a toothbrush and a banana, Jimin?"

You giggled, and for a moment I wanted to smile. Waving the items, you asked me, "Do . . . do you think I-I'd get a b-boner if," you hiccuped, "if I use this?"

I must've stared at you for a very long time.

You know, you're probably the smartest person I've ever known---well, if you take Namjoon out of the picture---but you're certainly the stupidest drunk in the entire universe.

That made you more perfect though.

"I'll take you home," I gritted out. Don't get me wrong: I'm not considerate or whatever. I'm certainly not the type to bring random strangers home out of kindness.

But you weren't a stranger. Not really.

I wanted to leave you there. Really, I did. But then you looked up at me with those vulnerable eyes and fuck, I had to make you safe. I wanted to make you safe.

I was peeling the toothbrush and banana from your chubby little fingers when you let out a whine, hitting my stomach with your head. "Yooooongiiii . . ."

I stood very very still. "You s-smell so goood." Your hands drop the things you were holding and instead came to fucking feel up my ass. Of course, you're completely out of it, yet I couldn't seem to stop myself from swallowing. "Yoongi," you moaned.

(I wasn't affected. Oh, God, no.)

"Jimin." I took your face in my hands and ignored your puppy eyes. "Let's get you home."

Tired, you nodded, slumping against me. I helped you put your pants on and drove you all the way to your place, where I found out for the first time that you didn't have anyone but this guy named Taehyung.

It was the first time I interacted with you.

Selfishly, I'd hoped it wouldn't be the last.

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