Chapter 9:
Yoongi and hobi were paired with each other awkwardly enough as was hobi fell asleep in less than a few minutes. He started to snore making Yoongi groan. He quietly crept out of bed popping into Taehyung's room in which was a decision he regretted immediately. Taehyung was on top of Jungkook making out with him passionately.
He quietly shut the door and pretended he didn't see that.
He then knocked on Jin and Namjoons door learning from his past mistake.
"Who is that?" He heard a muffled voice inside. Damn these walls were really thick.
"I don't know," he barely picked up on.
"You get it," he knew for sure that was his Jin hyung.
"No, you get it,"
"Fine, I will,"
"Fine,"
"Fine."
"Fine!" He heard clearly Namjoon opening the door.
"Yoongi? Not really the time,"
"Hyung I- Hoseok is snoring his ass off can't I sleep with you guys?" Yoongi asked desperately.
"Do you want to switch with me?" Namjoon asked in a hushed voice.
"I heard that!" Jin yelled from the bed.
Namjoon sighed hopelessly.
"Hard pass," Yoongi said.
"Real funny, good luck finding somewhere else to sleep," Namjoon said right back at Yoongi making the boy roll his eyes.
"Night," Yoongi said teasingly.
"Night," Namjoon replied rolling his eyes before shutting the door. And Yoongi could hear distant yelling even though he was outside the door.
He chuckled before going up another set of stairs where Jimin was.
He knocked on the door before entering and he quickly noticed Jimin was having a nightmare.
"Jimin?" Yoongi asked running towards the boy's mattress.
He shook Jimin trying to wake him up. Jimin opened his eyes in fear sweat trickling down his forehead. He looked at his hands feeling them realizing they were dry he could breathe. He looked at Yoongi in relief hugging him tightly.
"Jimin?" Yoongi asked softly as his heartbeat increased its speed picking up when it processed what was happening.
"I was so so scared," Jimin whispered before holding the boy closer to himself. He had dreamt of his father killing Yoongi. He dreamed that his hands were covered in Yoongi's blood and he would never see the boy again.
"Please don't go," Jimin begged and Yoongi wrapped his arms around Jimin's waist.
"I won't," Yoongi said softly making Jimin feel better.
Jimin held onto the boy tears falling down his cheeks for the 18th time. Yet he held onto the boy with everything in him.
"I'm sorry" he sniffled pulling away.
"Hey, I hate to ask you but Hoseok is snoring like a cow and I need somewhere else to sleep can I sleep with you?" Yoongi asked if Jimin said no he would just sleep on the couch in the living room no biggie.
Jimin nodded.
"That would be helpful," Jimin whispered but Yoongi managed to catch it.
'I hate that I can't kiss you' Yoongi almost blurted out.
He got on the mattress. Laying down and turning to face Jimin.
"Your siblings have a bed why do you just have a mattress?" Yoongi questioned.
"I like the mattress better." Jimin lied. Jimin lied so much he was becoming a natural and he hated it with all his heart.
"Oh, but you fell asleep just as fast in my bed?" Yoongi questioned.
"That's because you were holding me," Jimin said as if it were obvious until he realized he said that out loud.
"Sorry," he muttered after feeling stupid as hell.
"No, it's fine... can I ask you something?" Yoongi asked feeling knots of nervousness in his stomach as Jimin looked up at him in curiosity.
"Can I hold you like that again?" Yoongi asked softly.
Jimin nodded and Yoongi took the boy's waist holding him as close to himself as possible. He made sure to be careful knowing that the boy was injured. Jimin snuggled inside Yoongi's chest feeling as if Yoongi's arms could shield him from his father. Yoongi was taking all the pain away. He almost felt like a burden to Yoongi.
And before he knew it his eyes got heavy.
"Goodnight," he muttered to Yoongi before falling asleep in Yoongi's arms again.
"Goodnight," Yoongi repeated smiling wider than he usually does.
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When Jimin woke up he was still wrapped in the comfort of the gang members' arms. Yoongi hadn't let go of Jimin no matter how much his brain screamed at him, his heart had remained stubborn and louder. Yoongi fluttered his eyes open staring at Jimin a comfortable silence filling the room.
Jimin stared back at Yoongi; completely lovestruck over Yoongi. and he couldn't stop staring at him, it was as if... he was under a spell.
Yoongi's spell. He couldn't look away from the boy holding him in his arms. Not that he minded the fact either. Yoongi started to lean in but then the door opened revealing a flustered hobi.
"I snore?!" he screamed making Yoongi roll his eyes.
"Yeah, you do. Have you heard yourself?" Yoongi said scoffing.
"What are you doing to Jimin? Do you have him in choke-hold he literally is in-" Hoseok ran up to the mattress only to find Jimin safely cuddled up in Yoongi's arms allowed to move around as much as he wanted?
Hoseok frowned.
"Why are you two cuddling?" Hoseok pointed out.
"Because we fucking can," Yoongi grumbled not wanting to deal with Hoseok first thing in the bloody morning.
Hoseok rolled his eyes.
"Anyways Jin's making breakfast with Taehyung and Jungkook, you guys should come to watch the show, and also Jimin your dad's home, and Jin hates him for some reason. Like seriously he keeps glaring at him." Hoseok said ignoring Yoongi's previous statement. Jimin's eyes widened and he stuffed his face into his pillow wanting to cry all over again.
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"That not how you flipping do it!" Jin screamed.
"Well your not explaining it well either hyung," Taehyung replied annoyed.
"Hyung am I doing this right?" Jungkook asked cluelessly.
"Shut up!" Jin screamed in frustration.
"Don't tell him to shut up!" Taehyung said standing in front of Jungkook.
"Why don't we all shut up?" Namjoon suggested.
"You! You bloody traitor!" Jin said angrily.
"Huh?" Jimin said.
"Why are they so angry?" Jimin questioned and Yoongi just shrugged.
"No idea Jiminie," Jimin stared at Yoongi his cheeks heating up.
"Oh, Jimin my sweet boy you are finally here!" Taehyung ran to Jimin.
"Everyone move aside, I'll be cooking." Jimin declared shooing everyone from the room dragging Yoongi into the kitchen with him.
The two were peaceful, so peaceful working with each other easily.
"Hey pass me some eggs from the fridge?" Jimin asked Yoongi who complied and gave Jimin the eggs. When you've been alone at home you pick up a few things so you don't starve.
"Now mix this for three minutes I'm going to make a smoothie for everyone," Jimin claimed and Yoongi nodded doing as Jimin wanted to stir the mixture with a spoon.
"God it's so much more silent," Hoseok and Namjoon claimed at the same time making Jin huff.
Jimin started the blender.
"Taehyung stop the blender after 3 minutes I'm just going o go wash my hands," Jimin said and Taehyung stood up straight saluting Jimin. Jimin giggled softly before heading to the bathroom washing his hands with warm water before his father stepped in angrily.
He grabbed Jimin's wrist holding them in place he turned the tap for cold water to the side shutting it. And he slowly realized what his father was doing.
"P-please no-" Jimin whispered begging so his friends wouldn't hear. So that Yoongi wouldn't hear.
"You didn't think for a second before handing your brother's rooms to those fags?" He snarled quietly.
The water had begun to get hotter scaring Jimin.
"You think you can escape me if you invite your friends over?" His father whispered in his ear with hatred filling every second of his tone.
The water was getting even hotter and if Jimin didn't pull away he would be burned by the water.
"N-no," Jimin silently whimpered wanting his father to stop the torture.
Then it started, the water became hot, hot as boiling water. And Jimin bit back a scram trying to think of Yoongi. But he couldn't breathe. he was having a panic attack, he didn't know what to do he looked around his eyes filled with tear and his lungs running out of air.
He couldn't breathe.
It was like dying.
It felt like dying.
Like he was confined
Like he was stuck and trapped in a loop of constant torture.
Jimin's eyes widened even more and he tried to free himself from his father's strong grip. As fresh tears escaped his eyes rolling down Jimin's cheeks just as they did last night.
He wanted it to stop, he wanted it all to stop. But he felt so powerless against his father. So he let his hands get burnt in the hot water that was steaming now while trying to find oxygen for his lungs.
Jimin's father finally let go of his writs making the boy pull back immediately gasping for air.
"That was a warning, boy," His father spat before walking away into his room.
Jimin turned on the cold water with his burning hands. He completely shut the tap for hot water. He cried as the pain made him feel like he was dying.
He then realized something, He was gone for way longer than 3 minutes he washed his face running towards the kitchen that had turned into a mess with him gone.
"I thought we were making pancakes?" Tehyung asked in pure confusion.
"No, he was obviously making french toast! Look at all that sugar!" Jin yelled back.
"Jimin," Yoongi said softly turning everyone's attention from the two males to Jimin.
"What happened to your hand?"
-ahhhh this was very interesting to write I wasn't originally planning to make this chapter like what it currently is but I liked the way it turned out in the end. Word count: 1678.-