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Life was not simple for Yoongi. His family abandoned him when he was little. The earliest memory is an old apartment building, huge red pillow laying next to him and some big man showing him the way to the basement hidden in the back. For 18 years he lived in the community of other cat hybrids, who, for various reasons, had been left homeless. He knew he could end up worse – way worse. The other hybrids were mostly accepting, some of them even friendly enough to talk to and play with.
From time to time he wondered why his family decided to leave him and where are they now. Fortunately, he was too small then to remember them clearly so he didn’t know exactly what he missed. But he learned from other hybrids, who had a chance to experience the safety and affection from their loved ones, that this feeling is like no other. Yoongi started to long for the unconditional love, for someone to care for him and welcome him with open arms.
Although his community didn’t exactly feel like family, he had one person he actually trusted and liked. After years, he discovered that this was mutual and Hyunwoo, the man who took care of the shelter and the hybrids, had a little soft spot for Yoongi. The elder tried to be a father figure not only for Yoongi, but for every stray hybrid living under his roof. He may have given Yoongi a little bit more attention though, a little bit more time when they were playing and, only from time to time, one too many lollipops when he was having a panic attack after a terrible nightmare.
One day when they were chatting about two new hybrids who were found almost starved in the dumpster next to the shelter, Yoongi shyly turned his head towards Hyunwoo.
“Have you ever had someone special to you? You know, someone dear who loved you as much as you loved him? Like…a family?” the last question was almost inaudible.
“A family? Well, I think it’s fair to say that you all are my family. Kind of.”
“Kind of?” small pout visible on Yoongi’s face.
“Every hybrid that comes under my roof is dear to me. I want to give you home that you couldn’t have, I want to be your guide of some sort. But most importantly, I’m willing to show you acceptance and always wait for you with open arms. It’s not a typical definition of a family, but in my opinion that’s enough. I care for you.”
“I care for you too, you know?” Yoongi looked at his friend with innocence in his eyes. In this moment, he looked so young and fragile, only wanting to be held and loved.
Hyunwoo put his arm around the hybrid and smiled widely. “I know, Yoongi.”
~
That’s why it hurt so much. It hurt when one night, after everyone had gone to sleep, someone yelled next to Yoongi’s ear.
“Get the fuck up, you fucking weirdo!” he opened his eyes and saw a bunch of young men with flashlights in their hands, screaming and running frantically inside their shelter. “Are you deaf? You can’t be that dumb, kitty, get your ass up and out, or do I cut one of your furry ears instead?”
Yoongi’s stomach dropped, he sought for help of any kind, but he noticed that his neighbors were gone. ‘Everyone had left me here’ he thought fearfully. Following his intuition, he grabbed his pillow and ran to the room where Hyunwoo should be waiting for him. He wouldn’t leave his little one, right?
“Run, kitty, we might meet again on the streets.” The man shouted after him. He didn’t have the nerve to look back.
As fast as he could he arrived at Hyunwoo’s door. Being scared shitless he didn’t even pay attention to the fact that, in fact, there were no door anymore. He only noticed it after stepping inside the, now almost empty, room, his friend nowhere to be found. Yoongi desperately wanted to fall on his knees and cry, but that wasn’t an option, the yelling man could barge in here any second. He squeezed his pillow, the only item he managed to grab before, and ran again, this time straight to the exit door.
It dawned on him right after he put his foot outside and felt the cold, October air hit his face.
He was abandoned. Again.
~
Sometimes he thought about his past, about Hyunwoo and his hybrid companions. His stomach clenched a bit at those moments, but then he would picture Jimin’s smiling face and he would almost purr in contentment.
Jimin. Black-haired boy with the purest heart and the kindest soul that could be seen through his eyes. Yoongi was aware that Jimin was only human, without any hidden powers, but he still believed he had at least a drop of angel blood in his veins.
Year after saving Yoongi from being homeless and starved to death, Jimin grew immensely attached to the hybrid. Being polite and smiley was in his nature, he sometimes was nicer than the situation required, but the relationship with Yoongi was different. Not only was Yoongi smart and well-behaved, but he craved being loved and cared for. At first he was really shy, every act of affection from Jimin was accepted with his head bowed low and his tail between his legs. The boy never asked about hybrid’s past, he felt it might be too distressing and might trigger some awful memories. He was only familiar with the fact that Yoongi was left in a shelter when he was a baby and then he had to escape when a group of guys broke in. So every day Jimin tried, very subtly, to show more and more love to Yoongi and let him know that he’s more than welcome in his house. That he’s family.
After his experiences with his so-called family, Yoongi could barely imagine himself trusting once again. What if he loses everything for the third time? But then he looked in the boy’s eyes. It took some weeks for Yoongi to understand Jimin’s angelic and selfless soul. How could anyone be so bright, loving and gentle? His eyes were the stars, his laugh made this place feel like heaven on Earth, and his hands, oh his gentle hands which were so often placed behind Yoongi’s ears.
Today was no different. Jimin, vocal major in his last year, was scribbling in a big, black notebook for one of his classes. His mouth was slightly open and he stuck his tongue out as if this helped him concentrate better. Yoongi, who had just woken up from his nap and walked into the living room, smiled fondly at the sight. His angel looked beautiful as always. He sometimes thought that Jimin could pull the ugliest face while standing on his head and he would still outshine every other human being. Another proof that Jimin was a heavenly creature.
He stretched his arms to wake up properly before approaching his favorite boy sitting on the fluffy carpet. He sat down and before Jimin could notice, Yoongi was laying on his lap, head buried in his stomach.
“Hi there, lovely. Had a good nap?” Yoongi didn’t see, but could hear smile in the boy’s voice.
“Good, yes. Would be better with you, though,” he confessed and purred lightly when he felt Jimin’s hand scratching behind his ears.
“I bet, you’re the best cuddler I know. I’m truly blessed to receive cuddles from you,” he said with his hand on his heart and big grin on his face. “I truly am blessed to have you with me,” with those words he gently grabbed Yoongi’s head, leaned and left the sweetest kiss on his nose.
“I have to finish writing this piece, after that we can eat dinner. Leftovers from yesterday, nothing fancy today, sorry.”
“The fact that you’re cooking it yourself is fancy. Plus, you look fancy so that’s enough.”
“We’re impossibly cheesy, you know that?” Jimin’s face was so close, Yoongi could feel small puffs of air escaping his lips while he was chuckling.
“I do like cheese. And you. So I’m satisfied” he could no longer see the boy’s face as he threw his head back and covered his mouth, loud laughter coming from it.
While living here, Yoongi had made a list of his favorite sounds, all except one were associated with Jimin. One was the jiggle of the keys and the door closing – signs that they boy came home. Another was quiet “woah” that Jimin did when he saw something extraordinary or precious. In the top three, without a doubt, was Jimin’s laugh.
“What would I do without you, honestly,” he looked down again and Yoongi’s heart almost melted at the spot. Jimin was always so open with his feelings, telling sweet words of appreciation and love to his beloved hybrid. No matter how often he did that, Yoongi could never get tired of it. He smiled back and moved closer to Jimin’s hand, purring louder at the touch.
In the next 40 minutes Jimin managed to finish his page using only one hand, the other comfortably petting Yoongi who purred constantly. Jimin absolutely loved the feeling of soft vibrations against his stomach. It made him more relaxed and, more importantly, made him remember how lucky he is to be able to feel that.
Closing his notebook, he put the pen on the table and looked down. He was almost sure that Yoongi fell asleep again and although he could be staring at his baby for hours he knew they needed to eat.
“Lovely, it’s time to eat those delicious leftovers, come on,” he said, still scratching behind those furry ears. When he got more purring in response, he decided to pull his hand away and slowly lifted Yoongi’s head up.
“Mhm, I’m up, are we eating here or in the kitchen?” he asked, having his eyes only half open.
“Stay, I’ll warm it up and bring it here for us,” Jimin finally stood up and went to the kitchen.
After some time he came back with two plates and they ate together with soft music playing in the background. That’s how it feels to have a family, someone who you care for and who cares for you. ‘I would die for you, Jimin.’ Yoongi thought, looking at those stars in his angel’s eyes.
They talked for another hour, both of them full after the meal, slowly getting tired.
“I literally have no energy to do more than brush my teeth, you’ll have to deal with me not showering today,” Jimin confessed as he felt his eyes closing.
“You always smell like flowers, even if you stink, Jimin,” Yoongi whispered in the sweetest voice he could produce.
Jimin chuckled and muttered “Cheese, cheese, cheese.” While standing up and heading to the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Yoongi also got himself up and lazily wandered to the bedroom. His first months weren’t that comfortable, though. Against Jimin’s will, Yoongi slept on the couch. He avoided the softness of bedsheets and warm body that he could be cuddling instead of his red pillow. It took him weeks to accept the invitation, nestling himself comfortably on the bed with Jimin’s hand on his heart and his nose in Jimn’s hair. That night he promised he would never again sleep on the couch.
Stepping into the bedroom, which was next to the bathroom door, he went straight to bed. Sudden tiredness washed over him and the only thing that kept him awake enough was the thought of his comfy pj’s. He found them hidden under the pillow, changed surprisingly fast and buried himself under the softest sheets. Jimin used washing powder that smelled like coconut, which Yoongi grew to love. It reminded him of home.
His eyelids felt heavier and heavier, but he managed to register another body crawling under the sheets and bringing him close. He gladly nuzzled his head into Jimin chest and lightly brushed his head under the boy’s chin.
“Goodnight, Yoongi baby,” he whispered and planted small kiss between Yoongi’s ears. Yoongi could only purr and send his love through vibrations into Jimin’s body. The boy seemed content with the answer, because he only hugged him tighter and let the both fall asleep.
The next day was Friday, one of their favorite days of the week – Jimin had only one class and a consultation with his professor who helped him with his major. That meant he could be home by noon and spend the rest of the day playing around with his baby, giving him his full attention.
Yoongi woke up alone, which didn’t surprise or scare him. Sure, his perfect morning was with Jimin hugging his waist or already petting his head. He got used to waking up without him, though, he knew that Jimin’s schedule was not made according to his wishes. Either way he liked Fridays. It was already half past nine when he walked into the bathroom, only two and a half hours until his angel comes back home. Looking in the mirror he chose to stay in his purple pj’s, they smelled too good, besides, he didn’t have any plans for today.
Rumbling in his stomach made him very aware that he was hungry and automatically his feet guided him to the kitchen. He made himself a decent breakfast, took the plate and sat down on the fluffy carpet. How blessed was he, honestly? Food on the plate, the fluffiest fabrics surrounding him in every room and, most importantly, the kindest heart beating in Jimin’s chest. Yoongi ate every last crumb with small smile lingering on his lips, looked at the clock and smiled wider. ‘Two hours and he will be back’ he thought and lay fully on the ground, eyes fixed on the numbers. Minute after minute and his eyes finally shut completely.
What woke him up? He didn’t know exactly, but he believed it was the rain tapping quite aggressively on the windows. It took him about 5 minutes to get a hold of his surroundings, including bright numbers on the clock in front of him. 1:25PM. ‘I really sleep a lot’ was his first thought, but then he focused on the sounds. He frowned when he realized that there were none. Weird. Normally Jimin would be here by now. Glancing at the clock one more time, Yoongi got up and went to the kitchen to grab some crisps from the cupboard. He needed to take care of himself for now, Jimin probably had to do some extra work and forgot to mention it earlier.
Yoongi really didn’t want to let the anxiety in, but after three more hours and still no Jimin in sight his heart started beating faster. He gave up and used his phone which Jimin had bought him in case of an emergency. This was an emergency in Yoongi’s eyes, so he tried calling the boy at least 7 times, with no success. Anxiety was crawling in. The constant tapping sound wasn’t helping either. He hated this kind of weather – wet, cloudy, dark, hopeless. What he hated even more was that he couldn’t hide his face in Jimin’s tummy, his safe place. He was getting angsty.
He tried to think of the best substitute for Jimin’s comforting arms and soon he found himself tightly hugging Jimin’s pillow in their bed.
“Where are you Jimin? Why did you leave me?” he started muttering quietly, trying not to cry and panic. He closed his eyes, but when he opened them again and saw 6:07PM he couldn’t help the feeling of fear controlling his mind and this dreadful terror filling his veins. ‘Not again, please, not again’.
Yoongi was freely crying, let his tears leave wet stains all over Jimin’s pillow. It was getting harder to believe that Jimin would come back. Yoongi knew that the boy loved him dearly, but what if he got tired of babying him? What if he wanted to pursue his wildest dreams and the only thing that was stopping him was a hybrid living in his house? Yoongi’s mind failed him completely and let all ‘What if’s?’ circle around his brain.
He felt like he could lay there and cry for hours, but suddenly his body urged him to stand up and do something. ‘Do what?’. He considered going to Jimin’s friends for a moment, but he remembered that he only knew their names, not their addresses. Besides, if Jimin wanted to let him go then his friends wouldn’t do much about it. He rubbed his teary eyes with his hand and noticed that it had stopped raining. This prompted him to go outside. He had no idea where to go, but waiting for Jimin in his terribly quiet house made him feel tense and sad.
He opened the door and shut it quickly, a sudden need to run away from those bright numbers staring at him from the clock, laughing at him soundlessly. A moment later he remembered his red pillow, the only item he had owned all his life. He turned around to take it from the bedroom, but when he grabbed the door handle he found resistance. The door was closed, he couldn’t even go back. ‘Oh no,’ Yoongi thought ‘it’s happening again.’. Panic and loneliness erupted in his heart, he recalled his escape from the shelter, how Hyunwoo, who was the closest to family he had, didn’t even look for him. Now he didn’t even have his pillow to hug and cry in. Thoughts came flooding in – he was never meant to have a loving family, wasn’t he? Maybe Jimin loved him, but nothing good can last forever. His heaven on Earth had disappeared.
Tears were rolling freely down his cheeks. He made himself stand up and went out on the street. He didn’t want to bump into anyone so he headed to the nearest gate and hid behind the dumpster.
He sat there for God knows how long, it soon got dark and he was pretty sure that his location wasn’t the most safe place at this hour. He just couldn’t bring himself to care, his mind felt fuzzy, he just wanted to cry and maybe stay behind this dumpster until he fell asleep.
He only got up to straighten his bones and quickly realized this was a very bad timing. Unintentionally he looked to his left and locked eyes with a man. A man standing next to 4 other men. He felt even more exposed, realizing that he didn’t change this morning and was still dressed in his pj’s. Yoongi hated confrontation so he immediately looked down, not wanting to bring any attention. He closed his eyes and waited for them to go away.
***
“Look at those ears, boys. Little kitty, are you?” Yoongi heard from afar, but kept his head low.
“Come on, we don’t want to be rude, we just want a bit of a meet and greet,” he heard footsteps near and after a couple of seconds he saw a pair of ugly shoes in front of his eyes.
“You heard me, kitty? Where are your manners? Do you need a scratch to encourage you, eh?” The man said, bringing his hand to Yoongi’s head. Yoongi jumped back, but he harshly hit the wall behind him.
“Don’t be like that, I just want to say hi,” The group started to giggle behind their ugly-shoes leader. The man put his chubby fingers behind the hybrid’s ear and rubbed.
Yoongi prayed for someone to take his soul away. He felt ashamed, lonely, sad. Sad-filled tears were again flowing onto his hands.
“What a quiet kitty. Would you be so quiet when we cut one of your pretty ears, huh?” Yoongi’s head shot up suddenly, fear in his eyes almost palpable.
“Yeah, boss would really enjoy one of those kind, they’re very rare,” he heard the other guy speak. His brain was pumping adrenaline at maximum speed now, his senses sharp and then a memory flashed behind his eyes for a quick second. Angry guy yelling at him to get out of the bed, threatening to cut one of his ears. He did look like he could be some kind of a mafia boss. Were those his sidekicks?
Before he answered himself, he felt a punch and for a moment he lost his breath. He bent to grab at his stomach and at the same time his body was thrown with full-force to the ground. Half of Yoongi’s face was scratched, he could feel some cut on his forehead, was his nose bleeding too? He tried to look up and regretted it immediately.
What he saw was a small, but undeniably sharp knife in the man’s hand. Using his last supply of adrenaline, he forced himself up, grabbed some long piece of metal that, fortunately, was laying on the ground and, as strong as he could, he hit one of the guys in the face. It took 2 whole seconds for the men to snap out of the shock and Yoongi took advantage of it, running for his life. He was almost out of the gate when something pulled him by the shirt. He knew it was the Ugly-Shoes Guy, because he felt the blade on his ear.
That’s it, he was screwed, he won’t be able to escape again. One hurtful sob escaped his lips and for a second he thought about Jimin, his angel, how only yesterday he bathed in his praises, he could count the starts in his eyes and smell his neck while falling asleep. ‘Jimin, come back’ he thought desperately as he felt the blade cut through his ear.
***
And then everything happened so fast he didn’t have time to think twice. Once the blade cut through, he heard piercing scream coming from the gate. He felt the knife stop and the man behind him turn around. Yoongi, assuming that the guy he had fouled earlier regained his consciousness and wanted to bring attention to his bleeding face, wasted no time. He pulled his shirt sharply and ran. He didn’t even think about looking back. He ran and ran until his lungs started to give out.
Once he stopped, his body started sending signals to his brain. All of the adrenaline subsided and Yoongi could feel the damage on his face, in his stomach and, oh no, on his ears. With shaky hands, he reached to his head. He didn’t touch his ear, he was too scared, he still felt blood on his hair and it made his heart hurt again this day.
Tiredness washed over him, he was also pretty sure that his ear bled badly and even though the blood loss wouldn’t be deadly, he still was very weak. He didn’t want to go to the hospital, that was out of the question. He didn’t know anyone here. This only left him one option: Jimin. The thought of the black-haired angel boy made him tear up. He was outside and bleeding, but the picture of Jimin behind his eyes kept him warm. Where even was he? How far did he run? His thoughts were slowly dissolving, brain going into sleep mode, Jimin still on his mind.
~
Meanwhile, Jimin was losing his mind. It was a long, stressful day. Not only did he come late to the classes, he tripped and nearly spilled his drink all over his professor, he also had to drive his vocal partner to the hospital after she collapsed and hit her head. But the peak of his day was the moment he bumped into another car, he fucking hated driving in the rain. When he went to reach for his phone to call the insurance services he realized that he had left his phone charging in the classroom. The good news was that the man from the other car had a phone and let him use it to call the services, the bad news was that the man was particularly unpleasant and visibly angry and didn’t even dream of borrowing his phone once again.
Jimin was biting his lips furiously, he knew Yoongi would be worried and would most likely try to contact him and he wasn’t even able to assure him that he was fine, that he just needed to deal with something.
Once he talked everything through with someone from the insurance company, he sprinted to his car and drove as fast as his limits let him. He arrived at the university, thankfully found the janitor who let him into the classroom, grabbed his phone and thanked the man. He saw many missed calls from Yoongi, tried to call him back, but got no answer. He again got into his car and drove. Finally, he saw his apartment building. He looked at the time and cursed to himself. 9:24PM. He prepared himself to find scared, maybe even crying Yoongi waiting for him at the door.
The house was surprisingly quiet. No crying, no greetings, no nothing.
“Yoongi?” Jimin shouted, thinking that maybe Yoongi didn’t hear him come in. He entered the kitchen, the bathroom and finally the bedroom. “Lovely?” he said, still not comprehending what was happening. Where could Yoongi go?
He searched his not so big apartment one more time, checking every place thoroughly, but with no results. He didn’t know what to do, Yoongi didn’t know anyone in the city, he never went alone to places at this hour. He looked outside and saw that it was already so dark outside, the thought of his baby being lost, hurt or worse made his heart stop and his eyes water.
The only reasonable solution he could make up was going out and look for Yoongi. Maybe he went to search for Jimin and sat somewhere? He had to try.
When he exited the building, he himself felt lost, he actually had no idea where to go. Remembering he didn’t really have time for that, he just went straight and started looking around, but Yoongi was nowhere to be seen. Jimin was getting more worried minute by minute, knowing that the night was cold and dangerous, especially for his baby.
The universe must’ve heard him, because after another 10 fruitless minutes he saw someone leaning against the building’s wall. His instinct just told him to go and check on them, because they may be hurt, but the closer he got, the more this someone reminded him of…Yoongi. Once he realized that, he darted towards the small body. He kneeled before Yoongi and gasped. His face had streaks of dried blood, he definitely needed stiches on his forehead, and, oh God no, half of his hair was covered in red substance. Jimin covered his mouth to muffle the scream that threatened to escape his lungs.
As gently as he could he put Yoongi’s head on his lap and caressed his cheek. With eyes full of tears and affection he looked at his baby, his one in a million, his strength.
Jimin knew that Yoongi relied on him, trusted him with his life and sought comfort in him if anything was wrong. The truth was that Jimin found the same, or even bigger, amount of warmth and happiness in his baby. Right now he was sure that living without Yoongi would break him. He would live his life without the sparkle and hope which he had in Yoongi.
The thought alone crushed him. He let a few tears drop in Yoongi’s neck before he shook him carefully.
“Yoongi? Lovely? It’s me, I’ve found you.”
He heard nothing in response so he tried again, this time a little harder.
“Come on, I’ve got you, open your eyes, can you open your eyes for me?”
His heart skipped a bit when a quiet groan escaped Yoongi’s throat, though his eyes stayed closed.
Jimin had no choice but to take him home. He wasn’t sure how badly Yoongi was hurt and for sure he wasn’t going to examine him while laying on the concrete. He got a hold of the hybrid, keeping him securely under his knees and arms.
Fortunately, they weren’t so far away from their house, Jimin’s arms managed to stay safe and firm while carrying Yoongi. He struggled with opening the door a bit, but he finally succeeded and went to put his baby on the bed immediately.
Not wanting to leave him alone for too long, he ran to the kitchen for a glass of water and to the bathroom to take some wet towels. He put everything on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed.
Yoongi was still unconscious, but his chest was visibly rising and falling, which slightly calmed Jimin, but he wanted to see his eyes full of love and feel his purring on his tummy.
He brought one of the towels to Yoongi’s face, delicately cleaning every inch of his skin. After he was done with wiping his face, he lifted his hand to Yoongi’s ear, but he froze halfway. He couldn’t imagine what his baby must’ve felt when someone did this to him. There were many sick and twisted people on the streets, who looked at hybrids like preys. For that reason Jimin almost never went out at night with Yoongi, except those few times when they visited some festivals or amusement parks.
Instead of cleaning his ear directly, he opted for washing his hair a bit. He moved the towel slowly through his dark strands, cringing at the amount of blood left on the fabric. Jimin tried to be careful, but he accidentally dabbed too closely to Yoongi’s ear. Yoongi hissed at the contact and, finally, opened his eyes.
~
Yoongi opened his eyes and closed them right away, now being aware of every bit of his aching body. When he opened them again he was convinced that he was dreaming. He could feel a soft pillow under his head, blissful feeling of his now clean face, and this calming smell of coconut. He had to admit, it was very vivid, he never would’ve guessed that the sense of smell could be that strong in your sleep.
“Lovely?”
‘Oh no, please don’t do this to me, please don’t make me miss him more’ he tried to get Jimin’s angelic voice out of his mind, it was too painful to bear.
“Baby? Are you awake? Can you say something?” Yoongi, feeling his heart in his throat, opened his eyes and lost it. He never knew he could start crying on the spot, but this boy made him feel indescribable emotions. He just blinked and let the tears roll down, sniffling from time to time. ‘Could it be real Jimin, here, in our house?’
“Oh my God, I was so worried, I was so scared, I’m so sorry, I love you…” Yoongi felt rather than heard Jimin’s words spoken between loud sobs. He put his head on Yoongi’s stomach and hugged his waist.
For a moment Yoongi wanted to hug him back, say that he loves him too and that he missed him so much. But then it came back to him – he got attacked because he went out after realizing that Jimin doesn’t want him anymore. That thought, though, didn’t exactly fit the image he was seeing in front of him. Jimin looked truly distressed, his broken voice constantly repeating how sorry he was and how much he loved Yoongi. What was he sorry for, then? Was he sorry for leaving him and now he was taking pity on poor, injured hybrid?
“Why are you sorry?” Yoongi whispered and his voice seemed to bring Jimin up instantly.
The boy’s face was already puffy and wet, his eyes horribly hurt and still fearful.
“Baby, I messed up today, so badly. I know I should’ve let you know, but I left my phone at the university, and then I had to drive to the hospital and after that I had an accident and I was so frustrated, because I couldn’t contact you and I was so worried and-and…” he started breathing unevenly so Yoongi, instinctively, took his hand in his and caressed his fingers lightly. Jimin looked down at their hands and sniffled loudly, the action visibly calming him down.
“And then I came home, you weren’t here so I went out to find you and, God, when I saw you sitting there outside at night with all those wounds?” he stopped and for a second glanced at Yoongi’s ear “I was at loss of words, I felt the world stop and my heart break.”
“But…but you left me” Yoongi whispered, looking down at Jimin’s hand in his.
“Baby, no! No, I would never. I’m so so sorry this day went so wrong, I hate knowing that you’re sad because of me.” Jimin’s voice was so soothing, yet Yoongi still had those ugly thoughts in his mind.
“But I’ve been left before, I know the feeling, it’s ok, Jimin. It’ll hurt, but I’ll manage,”
“Yoongi, what are you saying? Do you…did you think I didn’t come back on purpose?” His voice quiet, but full of distress and hurt. Jimin tried to make eye contact with Yoongi, but he wasn’t able to catch his gaze. “I would be lost without you. I would never even think of abandoning you, that would be my worst nightmare. I gave you my home, baby, then I opened my arms for you and now you have my whole heart.”
Yoongi’s hand was suddenly placed on Jimin’s chest, right above his heart. Yoongi took a deep breath and looked up, at last meeting the stars in his angel’s eyes. He missed them so much.
“What if…”
“No ‘what if’s’, this is my promise to you, I won’t let you be alone, I love you. I. Love. You. You’re my family, baby.”
Yoongi had hard time processing all of his emotions – roughly 6 hours ago he was hurt and crying into Jimin’s pillow because he thought he was being abandoned, now he was laying on the same pillow, but his heart was no longer filled with sorrow, it was filled with the warmest of feelings. It was a mix of love, trust, attachment and this one particular sentiment he felt when being with Jimin.
Yoongi mumbled something under his breath.
“Sorry, I didn’t catch that?”
“I love you too, Jimin. Very much.”
Jimin send him a smile so bright Yoongi swore it could light up every city on the planet.
It disappeared fairly quickly when Yoongi realized how his ear hurt and he raised his hand to touch it.
“It doesn’t look pretty, I think we should take you to the doctor,” Jimin said worryingly, pain audible in his voice.
“But do we have to go now?” Yoongi said with a pout. He absolutely hated doctors and needles and blood.
“I don’t want to risk it, baby, your ears are very sensitive.”
“I know,” Yoongi made use of the situation and lowered his head to the level of Jimin’s hand.
Jimin’s hesitated at first, but then he got the hint, smiled and scratched Yoongi gently behind his other ear. Instantly he felt a familiar purring on his body and he once again thought that it was indeed the best feeling in the world.
The same was happening in Yoongi’s head. The moment they boy’s hand landed behind his ear, his nerves calmed fully. He couldn’t stop himself from purring even if he wanted to, it was such blissful of a feeling, he could stay like this till the end of the world.
“How about we lay for a little bit and then I take you to the doctor’s, hmm?” the vibrations on his stomach grew even louder so Jimin took it as a ‘yes’ and moved to change their positions.
He laid on the other side of Yoongi, instantly putting his head on his lap. Yoongi was facing him, his eyes wide open.
“We’re a family,” Yoongi said quietly.
“Yes, lovely, we are.”
“And you’re my angel.”
Jimin couldn’t hold back his smile, he was sure his pupils were heart-shaped by now.
“Always will.”