불과 얼음 (Fire and Ice)

Chapter 2: When It First Started

Over the next few months, Jimin would "accidentally" bump into Yoongi while taking the bus. He would always greet him with a smile, but Yoongi would ignore him and continue listening to his music.

Jimin would try to create conversations about work, the weather, any random thing he could think of. But the only time Yoongi seemed to answer any of Jimin's questions was when he asked him about music. That was Jimin's conclusion to be the boy's passion.

But Jimin was smart enough to ease off and know his boundaries. Slowly but surely he would create a crack in the wall that Yoongi had built, until it was nothing but rubble.

Jimin always tried to look his best when going out, but he especially had been trying to look even better than usual. He got ready to head out for the day choosing to wear tight black pants with holes in the knees, a slim black shirt, a sporty bomber jacket, and his favorite boots. He looked in the mirror, ran his hand through his ginger hair, and grinned. "Hey, Jimin. You nice, keep going," he said with a cutesy English accent.

He grabbed his keys and sunglasses off the side table by the door and headed for the bus stop. The weather was getting chillier out now and people were hustling down the street with their faces buried in their coat against the wind.

Jimin reached the cross walk across from the bus stop and could see Yoongi in his same spot he sat on the bench each day. Today he had his head down, hands deep into his pockets, leaning over slightly...and...no earbuds?

Jimin slightly jogged over to the boy who now up close didn't seem to look too well. He sat down next to the hyung and could see sweat beaded on the corners of his forehead and neck. He seemed paler if possible, his dark lashes like shadows against porcelain skin. Jimin watched as his chest rose and fell heavily.

"Hey, Yoongi," Jimin said softly putting a hand on his shoulder. "You okay?" Yoongi sat upright and groaned.

"Please. Not today, Park." His voice was hoarse and sounded scratchy.

"Yoongi, you're sick. You should be at home." Jimin turned towards the boy and put a hand against his forehead, feeling the heat burn through his palm.

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'I feel like shit,' Yoongi thought. Everything hurt. His head was spinning. He could barely breathe. He coughed heavily and groaned as he tried to sit up. Jimin was talking to him, but he didn't know what he was saying.

Suddenly, he felt a jolt through his chest as his heart skipped a beat. Jimin's small, soft, and cool hand rested gently on Yoongi's forehead. 'This...why does this feel so good?'

He couldn't help but to lean into Jimin's hand, for the coolness and the comfort. But suddenly he lost his balance and began to fall.

Jimin caught him by his shoulders and pulled him upright on the bench. His head felt flooded, swirling out of control. Yoongi couldn't keep control of his body anymore and feel into Jimin's side.

"Yoon...gi?" Jimin said confused, but worried. "Hey. We need to get you home." He ever so gently shook Yoongi, but he was passed out. "Now what do I do?"

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Jimin thought for a moment before taking out his cell phone, trying not to disturbed the boy asleep in his arms. He called work and told them he wouldn't make it due to an emergency.

He tried to get Yoongi to stand. He was just an inch taller than Jimin, but slimmer. He was light enough. Jimin put one of Yoongi's arms around his shoulder and helped him to the curb as he tried to hail a cab.

The hyung's head rested against his arm almost into his chest. He looked innocent and adorable being so weak and vulnerable. Jimin instantly felt the heat rise in his cheeks at the sight and began stinging from the cold.