불과 얼음 (Fire and Ice)

Chapter 2: When It First Started

People passing by gave the two awkward glances before going on their way. Jimin didn't care. He needed to help Yoongi.
He managed to finally get a taxi and had the driver take him back to his home.

Jimin forgot about the flight of stairs he needed to climb when they got there. Yoongi was still passed out so he had no choice but to pick the boy up and carry him upstairs on his back.

Halfway up the stairs, Jimin felt Yoongi shift in his sleep. He wrapped his arms around Jimin's neck, his warm breath against his neck. He let out a soft sleepy groan in Jimin's ear and he shuttered. 'This damned kid,' Jimin swore.

Jimin managed to put the key in the lock, turned the knob, and kicked the door open. He carried Yoongi to his bed and tried to get him to sit up long enough to get his coat off.

Underneath he was wearing a fitted white sweater, that almost clung to his body. Jimin wanted to imagine what his body looked like under the sweater, but he shook his head and tucked him under the covers instead.

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Yoongi woke up in a haze. He still felt awful, but not as bad. A rag that had probably once been cool lay across his forehead. He reached up and pulled it off and tried to sit up.

"Where am I?" He looked around the unfamiliar room. It was neat, nothing out of place. No clothes scattered on the floor. There was a long dresser to his right with a large mirror above it. Some pictures on the walls he couldn't make out who they were in the dim light.

But one thing he did see was a orange haired boy asleep at the end of the bed. Moonlight flowing through the window cast on his face making it shine beautifully pale. He had his head on his arms. His back slowly rising as he breathed soundly in his sleep.

'Jimin?! How did I get here?' Yoongi was startled and couldn't remember anything from earlier. 'He must have brought me here. I...fainted?' He wanted to wake the boy, but instead he sat there mesmerized.

He couldn't help but sit there and watch Jimin as he slept so peacefully. Staring at his perfectly sculpted face with a sharp jawline, plump pink lips, and how his bangs wisped across his forehead.

He was beautiful, but it wasn't his beauty that caused Yoongi's heart to flutter. This was the boy who had been so friendly and inviting to him over the past few months. He made it obvious that he desperately wanted to talk to Yoongi, but he seemed to always know what shouldn't be said to invade his privacy.

Instead he asked about music. Probably realizing that it was a safe topic and something that made Yoongi happy. His heart fluttered again at the thought of someone being so caring and understanding even though they barely knew each other.

Yoongi began to cough and he covered his mouth trying to silence it, but Jimin stirred at the end of the bed. He inhaled sharply and stretched. His eyes slowly opened and landed on Yoongi.

"You're finally awake. How do you feel?" Jimin said in a sleepy voice smiling. He looked so damn cute with his hair tasseled and sleepy looking eyes.

"Um, a little better. But I still feel like shit." He rubbed his temples as his head still hurt.

"Here. Now that you're awake...be right back." Jimin left the bedroom and came back a few minutes later with a tray. There was a cup of some type of steaming liquid, a small pot, and various bottles. "I picked you up some medicine. Take these first."

Jimin opened the bottles and took out the different medicines for Yoongi to take. His fingertips lightly brushed the palm of Yoongi's hand as he handed him the pills and they both blushed. "Here. Drink this. Careful, it's hot," he said handing him a mug of tea.

Yoongi took a sip of the tea first, then popped the pills into his mouth, swallowed, and sipped some more tea. "Uh, thanks, Jimin."

Jimin's face lit up as he became shy. His eyes closed into slits as he smiled wide. 'Why is he so cute?'

"No problem," he said cheerfully. He took the cup from Yoongi and sat it on the bedside table. He reached over and grabbed the tray, sitting it on Yoongi's lap. "I made some congee. Try to eat at least a little of it."

Yoongi nodded and took off the top of the pot. He picked up the spoon and scooped up a spoonful of the juk. It was warm and easy on his stomach, which still felt queasy. He managed to eat most of the pot before he thought he should stop.

Jimin took the tray back to the kitchen while Yoongi drank his tea. When Jimin came back, Yoongi could see how tired he looked. He must have been up late looking after him.

"What time is it?" he asked finishing of the tea.

"Mmm...12:30. You've been asleep all day."

"Shit...I missed work." He groaned realizing he didn't call and give an explanation as to why he did show up.

"It's okay. I know I shouldn't have, but your phone kept ringing in your coat pocket earlier. I thought it may be important so I checked. Your work called, but I explained what happened. They said it's fine and to take a few days off if you need to."

Yoongi sighed in relief. "No. It's fine, Jimin. Thank you." Yoongi's cheeks flushed as his mind began to think. He fidgeted with his hands and balled them up in the blanket.

"You okay?" Jimin asked. "What are you thinking about so seriously?" He was leaning on the bed with his head resting in his hand.

'Those arms' Yoongi thought. He saw the muscles that followed from his forearm up under the sleeve of his shirt. "Oh. Nothing in particular." He tried to answer calmly.

Jimin stared at Yoongi. He began to feel self-conscious under his stare, like he was studying him. Yoongi was looking down at the blanket, but stole glances of Jimin out of the corner of his eye.

Jimin smiled and chuckled. "You're really cute. You know that Min Yoongi-hyung?" Yoongi's breath caught as he turned to look at Jimin with heated cheeks.

Jimin reached out his free hand slowly and hesitated, hand frozen halfway towards Yoongi's face. His smile faded as he brushed a strand of his minty disheveled hair behind Yoongi's ear. His eyes following his fingertip as it lightly trailed down behind Yoongi's ear and to his jaw.

He met Yoongi's gaze again and there was an intensity in his eyes that Yoongi had never witnessed from someone looking at him. Jimin licked his lips and slowly parted them. "You really are...beautiful...hyung."

Crack.

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