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Today, We Fight |18

Characters: Yoongi x Jimin (Yoonmin) / feat. BTS

Ratings: Mature

Warnings: Character’s Death, Blood, Gore, Violence, Explicit language ,smut, light fluff, heavy angst.

Summary: One peaceful night, Yoongi receives a strange phone call from his best friend that he’s been in love with since for awhile now. Only to get a bad news of some sort of weird outbreak that is currently spreading throughout their country. Despite the panic and terrifying encounters with an infected, lies a deep secret that revolves around them. A burden that they were force to carry as a child, through sufferings and their strong bond of love, they both seeks answers for the truth with nothing but their past to move forward and survive the dead world with six more friends that they could trust their life with.

Chapter Index

“we are wasting a lot of precious time, this isn’t suppose to happen. We can’t keep on delaying like this.”

“I know!” Jimin snap, turning around to scowl at the younger, “I fucking know , alright. - can’t you even fucking see around you, Jungkook. This here, everything that has happened wasn’t supposed to, but it still fucking does! - we’re all trying to fucking survive this mother fucking world, and yet you can’t even at least be a bit more empathetic about the whole fucking situation you fucking spoiled brat!”

Jungkook instinctively take a step back, obviously not expecting Jimin’s outburst. Yoongi certainly wasn’t either, he’d flinched slightly at how loud their voices had been in the creepy silence and unconsciously move away from Jimin’s side to hide behind Taehyung.

Taehyung though, is frozen in place. Either speechless or just didn’t want to add anymore wood to the burning fire. The two of them have been going at each other throats ever since Jimin bring up the topic of leaving.

Because apparently it wasn’t safe for them to continue on, especially with Yoongi still recovering from his panic attacks. He feel guilty though, if it wasn’t for him, they wouldn’t have argued and there wouldn’t be so much tension in the air.

Before he knew it, he’d blurted out, “M’ sorry.”

He didn’t meant for it to sound miserable, not at all. But it came out exactly like that, which turns out making the situation even more worse than it already are.

“hyung, it's not your fault. None of this is. So there is nothing for you to apologise for.” Taehyung reassures him, running a hand on his back encouragingly and patting him on the head. Somehow, the gesture make him feel like a child being console, and it doesn’t sit right with him.

“No, it is my fault. I-it’s my fault that you guys are arguing right now.” Yoongi insist stubbornly, averting his gaze to his feet, not daring to look at any one of them.

Jimin heaves a deep sigh, shaking his head disapprovingly, at what he didn’t know. “no, I’m the one that should be sorry, i overreacted. -I shouldn’t have acted irrationally. I know this scavenge is important, and I just want us to be safe. It’s just that-”

“Maybe we should take this outside, you two were being loud, who knows there are infected nearby that could have been attracted to us.” Taehyung says urgently, his eyes darting left and right of the dark pathways. Without waiting for any responses back, he grabs Yoongi’s arm. “come on hyung, I’ll help you walk.”

After what felt like hours of serious discussion going on outside the van, which Yoongi didn’t had the slightest clue about, since Jimin had told him to stay inside and rest on the makeshift bed and then kisses his forehead gently with a promise to check on him later on, after they are done. The only thing he could do is to oblige and sooner than he thought was possible, he’s drowning again with anxiety.

And then finally, Jimin pull the side door open and climbed in, gaining Yoongi’s attention away from his deep thoughts.

“Hey.” Jimin says quietly, sitting next to him on the makeshift bed.

“what is it?” Yoongi croaks out, voice raw from disused.

“How are you feeling?” Jimin says instead, clearly trying to buy more time. He reaches for Yoongi’s hand, gently stroking his knuckles as he leans in to kiss Yoongi on the lips.

I’m scared, Jiminie.

“I’m fine.” Yoongi whispered instead, but Jimin sees right through him.

“don’t lie to me. I know you’re anything but fine, that’s why you’re gonna stay here. Lock the doors and wait for us to come back, kay?”

Yoongi remains quiet. Just staring at the roof of the van. He didn’t know what to say. There’s nothing he could do. If he insist on going, he would only slow them down and waste a lot more time like Jungkook had said.

But, somehow he feels - Yoongi feels annoyed. He’s the oldest among them, he should be the one to be able to take care of them, protect them and keep them safe and yet here he is, being useless and pathetic. He feels like a failure. The only one thing that he could have done and yet he still failed.

It's always going to be like that isn’t it? Even in the past, all he could do was nothing but be scared as he watches his father walk away and never came back, only to stumble on his dead body afterwards.

Will Jimin turn out the same? He wouldn’t want that though, he can’t lose anyone else. He’s the only person he had left. And-

“Yoonie?” Yoongi wince, unconsciously pulling his hand away with a jolt, as if Jimin’s touch had burned him. Yoongi missed to notice the hurt look on Jimin’s face.

“baby I- promise me, you will stay here and don’t do anything reckless, please.” Yoongi looks up to meet Jimin eyes finally, there’s a pinch of concern on his face. He seems nervous and hesitance to leave Yoongi behind.

Yoongi averts his gaze again and remains silent, because one thing for sure is that, he can’t promise Jimin anything. He’s not supposed to, and he can’t bring himself to lie either. Because, it’s not his decision to make. Especially not in a dead world like this.

“Yoongi.. - baby?” Yoongi feels a pair of soft palm on his cheeks, turning his face to the side so that Jimin could see him better. Yoongi grunts, albeit still not meeting him in the eyes. He could feel the ache in his heart while his heart rate increases.

Yoongi wants to say no, and ask Jimin to stay . But he just can’t bring himself to say anything. He just can’t, because he feel so fucking scared to even tell Jimin to be careful, to be safe. Just the thought of saying those words in a world like this, terrify him.

There is always that word in his head, echoing repeatedly and images of Jimin being injured or worst - dead , keep haunting him in his wake or in his dreams. It’s too much for him, he can’t handle it anymore.

“what if, yuh-you didn’t come back? Whu-what if, you were-” Yoongi hadn’t realised that he’d said it out loud, “I-I.. whu-what if i can’t see yu-” he continues, mumbling of words that he slurs together and sniffled. He’s not even aware that he’s sobbing and shaking, clutching on Jimin’s arms tightly until he felt hands pulling him up, manhandling him so that he’s now sitting on Jimin’s lap and cradle in a crushing embrace.

Soft lips pressing against his temple. “shh.. I’m here. It’s alright baby.” Jimin says gently, voice so soft that he can barely hear it. “Yoongi, its okay. I’m here. - I won’t let anything happen. I promise i will come back to you no matter what happens, mh?”

Jimin kisses him gently on his nose, cheeks, eyes, forehead and lastly on his mouth. Their lips lingers for a few more minutes, slotting against each other like a complete puzzle.

It feels right.

But Yoongi’s heart still aches. As if someone had stabbed right through it. He can’t help himself thinking of the ‘what if’. Suddenly, Yoongi doesn’t feel the comforting soft lips anymore, the one that he most needed to ground him, to make him feel safe, because Jimin had to pull away to look at him. Just to make sure Yoongi had calmed down and then presses their lips again.

And Yoongi, instinctively grabbed Jimin’s shirt with both hands, pulling him closer, not wanting to be apart. But, eventually he pulls away, burying his face against Jimin’s chest. He’s shaking his head stubbornly with a frown on his face and red rimmed eyes. He know he must’ve look miserable right now, he surely feel miserable but he can’t help it.

“Jimin, maybe it's best to just stick together.” Yoongi hear Taehyung says from where he was standing outside of the van. Yoongi could imagine the look on the younger face right now, full with sympathy and apologetic. That goes the same for Jungkook, since he’s being uncharacteristically quiet the whole time.

There’s not even a snarky remark or mockery coming from him either. Because Yoongi, he’s not himself. - Yoongi wasn’t like this. Being pathetic and useless. Yeah, that’s what he is right now. Useless .

“Please.. Don’t go.” he whispered brokenly, everything just feel so painful, so empty.

“Jimin hyung, I-I think you should stay with Yoongi hyung. - he needs you right now. He’s clearly still out of it. Maybe- me and Tae could go in and grab everything and be back before you know it. How’s that?” Jungkook suggested gently.

“I-” Jimin hesitate, his grip on Yoongi tighten slightly. He’s conflicted, unable to decide whether he should just stay with Yoongi or bring him along. Yoongi knows it's selfish of him, being difficult all of a sudden, but he can’t help it. He’s just not himself, he isn’t thinking straight.

No one had known it, ever since Jimin wakes up from his coma, when Yoongi finally found him almost nearly at the brink of death, he loses it. He keeps having nightmares and panic attacks, he get flashes of the past, and it's killing him inside slowly. If, if only he was brave enough to tell Jimin the truth, that he was suffering again. But he couldn’t, it’s unfair and it’ll only make Jimin worry about him. Yoongi didn’t want that, but he knew it's even more unfair to keep it away from Jimin. He deserve the truth, especially in a world like this, dead and full of lies.

“-Jimin, its fine. We can handle it. We could just go somewhere near the exit, so if anything goes wrong it would be easier for us to run out and get to the van. -Just keep the engine running while we go.” Taehyung reassures, shrugging off the concern and retort that Jimin had been ready to voice out. Yoongi must have missed some of their conversation since he’s too deep in his head to even hear them anymore.

“Please, don’t go..” Yoongi whimpered, hiding his face even further into Jimin’s chest. He couldn’t see Jimin’s face, didn’t want to see what expression he’s making on his face, but all he knows that at that moment, Jimin’s resolved crumble down.

“fine. Be safe, the both of you. We will keep a looked out if something goes wrong.” Jimin sighs, pulling Yoongi tighter in his arms. “Just come back in one piece. We will be here.”

Yoongi didn’t hear what the other two had said after, but all he caught on was ‘be back within 2 hours.’ and then the soft and gentleness of Jimin’s voice, “it’s okay now, baby. I’m here .” and the soft lips that pressed firmly on top of his head.

“Yoonie, are you afraid?”

“I-I, please.. it hurts- just - I need. Don’t leave me, please. I-” he sobbed uncontrollably, hugging his knees tight against his chest and rocking his body back and forth. Everything feels wrong, this conversation feels wrong either.

“Do you want to forget everything?”

Yes. It hurts.

A pause, and then he feel warmth enveloping around him. Hugging him tightly around a pair of strong arms, a palm cupping his cheeks, albeit smaller in size to compare it with his.

“Is it too much for you now, that everything is gone?”

“N-no! I-I still have you. - You won’t leave me behind, ri-right?” he stammers as he shudders involuntarily. Just the thought of being left behind by the only person he needed by his side the most, terrify him to his core.

“I promise, no matter what happen to us, I’ll find you. - I will come back to you. Because you’re all I have left, Yoonie.”

“Bu-but, I’m still scared.”

“Don’t be, because I will be here. And I will protect you, just like how you have been protecting and taking good care of me since the beginning.”

“Will you wait for me, If-if I choose to forget? Wi-will you still be here right next to me?” he hiccuped, voice wavering as he try to make the words sound more clearly.

“ Always.”

“Are you sure? Be-because you won’t be able to call me Yoonie anymore. - will you hate me?” Yoongi didn’t know what’s the point of asking all this, but he have to know - needed the assurance, the gentle calming voice that soothes his aches away, that always have the ability to ground him, just so he wouldn't get drown.

“Yoonie, I love you. And even if i have to try my best not to call you by that again, it won’t make me hate you. - All I want is for you to be happy and if by forgetting the past and us is what you wanted, I’ll do it for you, for us .”

Ah, that’s what he’d wanted to hear isn’t it? But why does it feel much more painful to hear it out loud? Why does it sound so sad and devastated? Despite the blinding smile he gets after those comforting words.

“Ca-can you say that again? - That you love me? Be-because I wanna hear it again for the last time, before I forget. - And, can you ki-kiss me too?”

There’s a moment of quiet after, it's like a calm breezes before the storm. Just - deep inhales on his hair, and a feeling of something soft pressing on top of his head. And then, just like the storm - he feels the body pressed on his sides start to tremble.

Yoongi remains quiet, just feeling it. The tremors and occasional quiet sniffles, the way the arms tighten around him protectively, and the suppressed whimpers. Eventually though, it stops as soon as it started, as if nothing ever happen.

It pains him even more that he knew what was actually happening, but he can’t change it. He can’t sacrifice the both of them, one of them needs to make the choice - because if Yoongi doesn’t choose, he’s gonna lose himself even more and he can’t let that happen to them.

Even if he have to forget, at least one of them remembers, even if it will hurt.

“I love you, Min Yoongi. Always have and always will.” he feel the gentle press of soft lips on his, and slowly, their mouth move against each other clumsily, then the kiss became more urgent, and desperate to feel and be feel of one another. When they finally pull apart slightly breathless, he murmurs,

“I love you too. With all my heart and always will even though I- m’ sorry for asking so much of you and please forgive me for being selfish.”

“it’s okay, I understand. You needed this, and I still need you by my side even if I have to lose a part of you that have loved me since the beginning.”

“I’m really sorry.” he says guilty, looking away briefly before he places a last final kiss on his lips, murmuring between those soft comforting lips,

“Goodbye Jiminie.”

He emptied the liquid in the vile down in one swallow, witnessing for the last time as a tear slip down Jimin’s beautiful face.

Yoongi wakes up, startled. Suddenly feeling out of breath and he’s sweating all over, even his shirt feels sticky. He must have fallen asleep after, especially with the way Jimin continuously rocking their bodies from side to side in order for him to calm down. And surprisingly, he feels fine - much more better. He feels like himself again, only more clear headed than before. It feels refreshing, as if he just woken up from a very long slumber.

He wonders what was the dream about, it felt so fucking real that his heart almost jump out of his ribcage, as if deeply in his heart that was expectant. A part of him that was being hidden, - another dimension of some sort. But then again, it hadn’t felt like a nightmare either. It makes him feel strange, as if he’s forgetting about something. As if the dream is telling him or perhaps retelling something and yet, he can’t bring himself to acknowledge it either, because it's a dream.

Dreams tends to fuck up your mind anyway. Yet, there’s an uncomfortable feeling settles on the pit of his stomach, that makes him feel restless. Perhaps he should ask Jimin about it. If what he dreams really does have something to do with-

Yoongi laughs, palming his face tiredly and grimacing at himself. What the fuck is he thinking, he can’t tell Jimin about this. It will just make him look stupid, being all serious just because he dreams. Who on earth even do such a thing, Jimin would thought he was out of his mind. How fucking stupid can he be.

“Yoongi?” Jimin peered back from the front seat, “are you okay? Why are you laughing by yourself?”

Yoongi flinched, suddenly feeling self-conscious. He shifted in the sheets, sitting up against the pillow. “I, uh- it's probably nothing.” he shrug, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly and averts his gaze quickly when Jimin starts to frown with concern, his lips pressed tight in a straight line.

“It’s just a dream though,” Yoongi blurts out, suddenly having the need to explain further, just so he could ease Jimin’s worries.

“nothing serious. -Just that we- um, confesses and then something about a suppressor? - yeah, uh, right. -It’s a silly dream, just forget what i said.” Yoongi mumbles, he could feel his cheeks heat up with embarrassment. It sounds so ridiculous when he say it out loud though, and was actually expecting Jimin to laugh at him or make fun of it. But then the silence only stretches further uncomfortably in the quietness of the van.

It makes Yoongi feel slightly nervous and a sudden squeeze of tightness in his chest. Yoongi take that moment to look up, and when he does, he gasp in shock. He didn’t know what to expect when he look at Jimin but it's certainly not Jimin crying quietly with tears slipping down his cheeks, looking utterly devastated and broken.

This isn’t suppose to happen. Why is Jimin crying? What had he said that was wrong? There must be something that had causes his lovely beautiful boy to look so distraught and shattered.

“Jiminie, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? - c’ere, baby.” Yoongi reaches out with open arms, inviting him over. Jimin immediately scrambles abruptly towards him, stumbling on his feet a little as he climbed over the middle console to get to him in his haste and effectively knocked the both of them over on the floor.

Yoongi grunts in pain as he catches the most part of the fall. He feel the way Jimin sniffles and buries his head in the crook of his neck, with his arms wrap around Yoongi’s shoulder in a death grip. Yoongi grunts again, shifting them carefully to sit upright. “It’s alright, I’ve got you.” He says gently, scooping the younger up in his arms and deposit their weight back on the makeshift bed.

Somehow, he feel like the tables have turn. He’s taking care of Jimin instead, since something clearly must have upset him, it’s probably Yoongi’s fault anyway.

“Do you want to tell me what have i said that makes you so upset, sweetheart?” Yoongi coaxes, gently running a soothing palm on Jimin’s back, while his other hand tangles in Jimin’s faded pink hair, lightly massages his scalp, hoping it’ll calm him down.

A moment passes as Jimin finally settles, breath becoming much more calmer than before, and when he looks up to face Yoongi. He can’t help to notice the way Jimin’s eyes glint with hope. Jimin parted his lips, about to say something before he catches himself and bite his bottom lips instead, clearly conflicted yet remains hopeful.

“Jiminie? Is everything okay? - You know you can tell me anything right?” Yoongi prompt gently. There’s a sudden ache in his heart though, his brain is throbbing with an intense headache and his ears started ringing as he say it. - A defense mechanism. A sign that he should be prepared for something, something extremely important yet terrifyingly would have make him lose himself again in the darkest pit of the ocean.

Yoongi swallowed everything down, breathing in slowly and closes his eyes briefly. He really need to be brave this time around, he can’t possible run from it every time he gets too scared. And- and he wants Jimin to call him ‘Yoonie’ again, Yoongi didn’t understand why he craves it so much despite feeling like he’s being stabbed right through the heart because of that itself. But, a part of him have always been desperately searching for something. - Something he really needs.

The feeling of home. He misses that. - A part of him wants to be home. Even though Jimin is right there, just in front of him. And yet, he still feels like there’s a part of him that is missing and he desperately wants it back. Needed to feel whole again.

“Yoo- Yoonie?”

Yoongi immediately winces, despite Jimin’s voice being quiet and barely above a whisper. He could have missed it but his body just reacted in such a way each time that somehow, he understand. - The reason Jimin hadn’t called him by that anymore. And suddenly everything seems to click, every pieces of the puzzles - not all of it but some of it have been matched.

Yoongi understands now.

“Ca-can you say it again?” He stuttered, this time he prepares himself for it.

“ Yoonie..” Jimin’s lips trembles, his voice wavering as tears slowly slip down his cheeks. His gaze unwavering as he watches Yoongi quietly, unbeknownst to himself, Yoongi’s own tears slip down his cheeks.

“Yoonie..?” Jimin tries, this time sounding much more calmer despite the tears still flowing down his cheeks.

Suddenly like a switch being clicked on, Yoongi’s breath hitch, images flashes through him in a blur, he can’t seem to catch the flow of it. It’s too much. How long has it been? That wasn’t a dream wasn’t it? It just a part of his past that he’d forgotten. The promises and sacrifices they’d make that night, everything just flowing back to him. Everything he thought he knew about turns out wrong.

The night when they first had their first kiss in an abandoned clinic, wasn’t their first. Their first kiss had been the one he’d dream about, and it's kind of sadden him that he’d forgotten all about it either, especially when it's probably their last too at that moment.

When the flashes of memories eventually stop, and his heart wasn’t going to pop out of his ribcage, Yoongi sighs, eyes fluttering open to meet Jimin’s brown orbs. Yoongi didn’t say anything, he just pulls the younger by the nape of his neck and kisses him on the mouth. Kissing him desperately with everything he have been feeling into it, hoping that Jimin gets it. And he does, he kisses Yoongi back just as desperate and urgent, shoving his tongue in Yoongi’s and climbed on his lap, pulling Yoongi flushed against him.

“So, tell me. How long have it been?” Yoongi murmurs between their lips, a hand slips down to squeeze Jimin’s asscheeks, while his other hand fisted in his hair, tilting Jimin’s head to the side so that he could deepen the kiss and swallowed the younger up.

Jimin didn’t respond, just continue to kiss him until Yoongi have to pull them apart, just so he could look at the younger. Jimin is still crying quietly despite the flushed on his skin from arousal and the kiss-swollen lips. Yoongi cups his cheeks, wiping away the tears that is still flowing effortlessly down his cheeks.

“Shh.. don’t cry, mh? - I know it must have been so painful for you to watch me drink that suppressor each time you have to slip it in my coffee. - You were so strong Jimine, I’m so proud of you, baby. I can’t even imagine how broken you must have felt back then, even now.” Yoongi says gently, eyes not leaving Jimin’s even for a second. “And despite all that, you still manage to make me fall for you again.” He smiles, showing his gums and teeth.

And then, just like that the dam broke. Jimin sobbed even more, uncontrollably this time, his body trembles violently in Yoongi’s arm. “I-I” Jimin starts, sniffling and hiccuping. His voice breaks each time he even attempt to try and talk. “It’s so- I don’t- You were- I can’t just-”

Yoongi shushes him softly, pulling his head against his chest, just gently patting his head. “I know. and m’ sorry for everything. I don’t even deserve you, Jiminie. But, you’re still here, with me and have always been.”

“Its 15 years.” Jimin mumbles between hiccuping.

Yoongi gasped, his brows furrowed. And suddenly his heart aches and longed for him, “Wh-what?”

Jimin pulls away to sit up properly on his lap, wiping his tears away annoyingly off his face before he sniffles, lips pouted. Jimin wraps his arms around Yoongi’s neck with a relief sigh, “I waited for 15 years for you .”

Shit.

#bts #bts apocalypse au #bts vs zombies #angst #fluff #yoongi is a mess #jimin is a sweetheart #everything is a mess though #their past is a mess too #survival #yoonmin #establish relationship

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minnieyoonie · 5 years

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Today, We Fight |17

Characters: Yoongi x Jimin (Yoonmin) / feat. BTS

Ratings: Mature

Warnings: Character’s Death, Blood, Gore, Violence, Explicit language ,smut, light fluff, heavy angst.

Chapter Index

“this is it boys.” yoongi park the car and killed the engine off. Eyes scanning the empty lot carefully.

The streets were empty and deserted. Most of the buildings were destroyed, street lamps and vehicles were turn over as if a hurricane had just wipe everything off the earth. Broken glasses scattering around the pavement like petals falling off the branches.

It's eerily quiet. Too quiet .

There’s no sign of infected as of now and he hope that they won't encounter any despite how bad the idea is, to be out in the open during broad daylight.

Jungkook had suggested the idea of going to the mall for their next stock up of supplies, since the building occupy a variety of shops which they could gather a bunch of stuffs that they might need and probably get their hands on a few new clothes as well.

Yoongi had disagree, of course. The idea itself is dangerous in so many ways. Who knows how many infected might be hiding and roaming inside the building, ready to eat them alive.

Still, Jungkook insisted and manage to convince him otherwise.

“what could go wrong, hyung? We got weapons now and we needed as much supplies we could get our hands on. - most importantly, we’re out of food.” Jungkook retort.

“we have enough food to last for about a week, Jungkook. And besides, Jimin haven’t properly healed yet. - we can’t just blindly go out there and-” Yoongi tries reasoning, only for Jungkook to cut him off with a scoff.

“and what, hyung? - we can’t stay hiding forever. We gotta make a move and we still haven’t found Namjoon hyung, Jin hyung or Hoseok hyung. - what do we got to lose on this? We’re already too deep in this shit hole anyway and besides it’s-”

“fight or flight.” Jimin suddenly whispered, finishing Jungkook’s words for him, his voice quiet and crestfallen.

Yoongi sighs, pulling his boyfriend closer by the waist. Jimin curls against his side on the couch, hiding his face in Yoongi’s chest, fingers curls tight into small fist on Yoongi’s shirt.

Jimin trembles in his arms, probably at the possibility of encountering another infected. Yoongi run a soothing hand up and down the younger’s back, hoping it’ll calm him, all the while whispering comforting words at his ears, “Shh.. It’s alright, love. - I’m here baby. It’s gonna be okay.” Yoongi places a gentle kiss against his temple, hugging him even more tightly in his arms.

He understand that it's been a full week since they stayed hidden in this abandoned house, while Jimin heals and it's about time they make a move, since they can’t really stay here for long and they still need to find the others as well even though none of them have the slightest idea how but still, Yoongi just can’t shake that uneasy feeling in his gut.

It’s like, one wrong move and all of them could be dead or worst, infected. He just wants to keep them all away from the danger that’s waiting for them but the truth is, they are not safe here or anywhere else either. It’s better for them to keep moving before something terribly wrong happen. Especially if those people they had escaped from would showed up again and hold them captive.

With a heavy heart, Yoongi heave a resigned sigh, “fine” before standing up, pulling Jimin along with him, “pack all your stuff and let’s go. - Leave no trail behind.”

What’s the worst could have happen, right? He thought to himself.

They’re just mindlessly roaming the city, without a damn clue what to do or where to go and it’s killing him slowly, the fact that he’s the one leading them and he feels useless somehow as a hyung.

Yoongi sighs for the upteenth time, getting off the car as Jimin walks over from his side of the passenger door and stood next to him. Jungkook and Taehyung came out from the back, both carrying a duffel bag on their shoulders.

One thing Yoongi have been noticing is the tension between Jungkook and Taehyung. They’re pretty much avoiding each other and probably thought it wasn’t obvious. - Jungkook thought it wasn’t obvious.

Judging by the way Taehyung had tried to make conversation with him, only to be ignored and brush off as he walk away with a shrug, seems to bother Taehyung somehow. If the dejected and guilty look he’s been having afterwards, whenever Jungkook avoided or ignores Taehyung wasn’t evident enough to showcase his true inner feelings for Jungkook. Then, Yoongi isn’t sure what is.

Its sad and stupid actually, that none of them seem to want to take the initiative to be honest with one another about their feelings. It also pains him as a hyung to watch them both constantly having longing looks and fond gazes whenever one of them passes the other.

Also, in other words, it frustrates him whenever Jungkook need to talk with Taehyung about something, the boy just approaches Yoongi or Jimin to help convey his questions or Taehyung’s answer to the question.

Its starting to get on Yoongi’s nerve and he’s so close at snapping. What the fuck are they anyway, Twelve? or six?

Sometimes, he have this tremendous urge to just throw them both in a room and locked them up together, just so they could fix this themselves and get over it.

They both obviously love each other from the start and can’t be without the other. Unlike him, when he first met Jimin.

All he could do was, be his friend and to be there for Jimin throughout his struggles. It's really not an easy feat to watch the person you love, slowly forgets bits of their moments with you. Watching them slowly became a new other person, which Yoongi still manage to fall in love with again.

But at that time, all he could do was to keep it a secret, occasionally having lingering looks whenever Jimin dances or silently smiling to himself as he gazes fondly whenever Jimin starts giggling at a bad joke, Jin was making. It was torturing him, but he manages somehow.

Until this shit hole happened, and he almost lost the most precious person he love the most in the entire world. Not only that though, he almost fucking regret it for not getting the chance of confessing his feelings when he could literally feel his life slipping out of his fingertips.

If it wasn’t for Jimin, being so brave and strong willed for them to make it alive, they wouldn’t have survive .

Yoongi is just lucky that the universe decides to give him the boy he loves so much that his heart ache and despite the countless of times he almost lost him. Deep down, he feels grateful and so he just hopes and pray that nothing bad would happen between Jungkook and Taehyung.

It’s going to be fine, as long as he’s still around to watch over them, he would protect them even if Yoongi have to risked his life for them. Everything is going to be fine. They just need to be quick, grab anything they might need and be gone before the sun could even start setting.

Yoongi licks his dry lips, clearing his throat as his gaze scans their surrounding again, just to make sure there’s nothing amiss before turning, to face Jungkook and Taehyung.

“alright, before we go in, lets just brief through what we should and shouldn’t do first?” Yoongi questioned, face set with determination.

“we go in, grab what we need and get the fuck out.” Jimin says matter-of-factly, adjusting the strap of his duffel bag on his left shoulder. The wound on his right side is still healing and Jimin must be still in pain due to the amount of time he winces and clenched his jaw whenever he thinks Yoongi isn’t looking at him.

Yoongi nods in agreement, “and what are the chances when we do spot an infected?”

Jungkook clears his throat as he responds next, “don’t engage with it, don’t make any sound and back away slowly. - if possible, get out and leave immediately.”

Yoongi nods again in affirmative, he feels glad that all of them are taking this very seriously, but when his gaze found Taehyung’s, the boy seems distant and out of it. He’s not really with them even though his gaze is on Yoongi’s face.

Something seems wrong with Taehyung and somehow it makes him feel uneasy, his stomach queasy and his heart exhilarate too quickly. Yoongi doesn’t like this feeling. Something is wrong. But he can’t pinpoint what exactly.

It’s okay, everything going to be alright. They just have to go in and get out and nothing would have happened. Yoongi mentally rationalise.

“Taetae, are you okay?” Jimin suddenly spoke, concern lacing in his voice. It seems like Yoongi isn’t the only one who noticed the change in Taehyung, since Jimin’s face contorts with worry as well, if not even more than him.

Yoongi reaches out, interlacing their fingers as he squeezes. Silently hoping that Jimin gets the message that he’s not alone on this. Jimin’s eyes flickers to meet Yoongi briefly before narrowing back to his best friend.

“I’m fine, ‘m just tired. Didn’t get enough sleep last night.” Taehyung shrug, brushing away their concern as if its a natural thing to do.

Yoongi looks at Jungkook at that moment, the younger had a mirroring face as Jimin’s. His lips pressed in a straight line, quietly accessing every single word that came out of Taehyung as if he himself doesn’t believe him. It looks like Jungkook notices as well.

This isn’t a good sign. A very bad timing to be distracted when they’re out in the open like this, but they still need to get moving before the sun could even sets. It’ll be too dangerous for them either way.

“okay, if everything is clear let's head out. - stay close with each other and before we step in, make sure you got everything ready and loaded.” Yoongi barked orders naturally while everyone agrees, nodding and checking their own weapons.

All of them are armed from head to toe. Jungkook, have both holster strap on his thighs with handguns on either side. A shotgun strapped on his back. Taehyung carries the same weapon, adding two combat knives in the holster and a baseball bat on his back, that he seems to have an attachment with, ever since he found it.

Yoongi though, he carries only two weapons, handguns on either side of his thighs. Call him stupid but he can’t seems to carry the weight of it if they needed to run which in return, Yoongi carries a few extra bullets.

He turns to face Jimin, who’s the only one unarmed since he’s still recovering from his injuries. Smiling reassuringly, Yoongi cups both hands on Jimin’s cheeks, “We gonna stick together alright? and no matter what happens, don’t leave my side. - ever .”

Jimin nods with a small smile and Yoongi leans in to press a kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead and then he pulls away, reaching for Jimin’s hand. He really hopes they would get out unscather.

But oh boy, how silly of him to even think that was even possible.

Yoongi leads them towards the main entrance, only to realise that the shutters were down and they can’t get through it from the outside.

“fuck,” Yoongi mutters, turning to face the others, “we have to find another way around it.”

“there should be an emergency exit on the back of the building, we can go through from there.” Taehyung suggest.

“shit, alright. let’s go.”

It didn’t take them long to find the green exit sign. He checks the double doors without a second thought, praying that it’s not lock or jammed. When it bulges slightly, Yoongi sighs, “aite guys, remember stay close and vigilant. who knows how many is hiding or roaming around endlessly in there. could be a hordes of it if we’re not careful.”

Yoongi took another lungful of breath and pushes the door forward, not waiting for the others to respond. He took tentative steps forward, pulling his handgun out from the glock just in case. He’d put the silencer on earlier, so it’s probably appropriate for him to shoot more than the others.

They do need to maintain the quiet, that’s slowly creeping him up. Even their footsteps seems to echo too loudly for his ears. Yoongi swears he could even hear the nervous intake of breath from every single one of them.

The door closes after Taehyung and despite being closed gently, the small little click itself causes him to startle. He could feel Jimin’s hand clamped on his left shoulder, squeezing it tight for reassurance before he leans in and whispers in Yoongi’s ear, “baby, you alright? you seem a bit jumpy today.”

Yoongi shakes his head, trying to calm down. Yoongi could feel his heart accelerates rapidly, the sinking feeling in his guts became more and more uncomfortable for his sanity. It makes him feel nervous and claustrophobic at the same time.

“I- nah, ’m good. - can’t blame me y’know, this place feels terrifying.” Yoongi whispers back, giving a light pat on Jimin’s hand on his shoulder, quickly smiling to ease out the worried look in Jimin’s eyes.

“trust me, I know. - we can always just turn back and leave right? it’s not too late and we could just go find another place to scavenge for supplies or go-”

“Hyung? - is everything alright?” Jungkook stage-whisper, interrupting their conversation as Jimin turns to glare at the younger. Jungkook doesn’t seem fazed by the hard glares his boyfriend is throwing at him, he’s oblivious to Yoongi’s discomfort obviously.

“Everything is fine, I’m just thinking which level are we heading to is all.” Yoongi responds, moving up the stairs while trying to ignore the daggers of his boyfriend’s eyes shooting at the back of his head, definitely not pleased with everything he’d said.

“Yoongi,” Jimin warns, stopping him halfway up the stairs. His boyfriend apparently not having it for being ignored, but Yoongi continues to climb up nonetheless.

“Min Yoon -”

“Quit it will you? - I’m fine! let just get the fuck over with this and get the fuck out okay.” Yoongi snapped, turning abruptly to face his boyfriend. Jimin stares at him with unreadable eyes for a short moment before his shoulders slumps, averting his eyes away as he mumbles something under his breath that’s close enough to ‘i just don’t want to lose you again.’

Jimin huffed, marching past him, shouldering him hard as he goes, clearly furious with Yoongi. He just stood there, speechless as he watch his boyfriend’s back disappears through another set of stairs.

Yoongi glance at the other two boys, Jungkook looked as confused as Taehyung did. Not one of them understanding what had just happen but then Taehyung seem to catch on it pretty quickly. He frowns at Yoongi, lips pulled into a straight line. He too, walk past Yoongi, shoving him on the shoulder, “You’re gonna regret this.” Taehyung mutters as he goes after Jimin.

And Yoongi, he feels guilty as fuck. He shouldn’t have snap at Jimin. He’s just worried about him and for Yoongi to snap like that, it wasn’t right. He’s not sure why he did that either. Jimin doesn’t deserve that kind of treatment when all they had, was each other. As if Jimin being mad and sulking wasn’t enough, now Taehyung is mad at him too.

“come on hyung, we can’t be separated.” Jungkook says, tugging his arms as they stay close with each other, catching up with Jimin and Taehyung on the third floor.

Upon walking through the door and stepping into the building, the first thing Yoongi notices is the way both Jimin and Taehyung stiffened, paralyzed and looking stunned. Both of their faces were pale, drain of all colors from it. Their gazes fixate towards the ground level, body leaning against the glass panel railing.

Jungkook stood next to him, taking out a flashlight from the mount that’s attached to his left thigh holster, where his handgun rest on the glock.

Yoongi took out his own flashlight, clicking the lights on, so that he could see better in the darkness. Something seem off, he saunters closer towards his boyfriend. Gently placing a hand on his waist to not startled him, “Baby, what’s wrong? are you-”

“Yoonie,” Jimin whispers, his voice a little shaky, gaze still trained on the ground level as his mouth moves to speak, and the only thing Yoongi could hear is that one particular word that came out of Jimin.

Yoonie.

Yoonie

oh fuck.

Jimin hadn’t call him that in a very long time. The last time he did was when they were both still a kid. He’d suddenly stop calling him by that name ever since he saw Jimin talking with Yoongi’s dad that night. That fateful night that makes him feel like he lost his Jiminie.

That Jiminie and the current Jimin was so much more different, still he manage to love both sides of him anyway, because Jimin is still Jimin regardless of the fact that there’s a part of Yoongi that is missing in Jimin. A part of him that was erased from the boy memories.

“Yoongi, are you listening to me?” the gentle shake on his arms snap him out of his reverie, focusing him back towards Jimin. He blinks once, twice, “Sorry, what were you saying?” he asks, not missing the eye roll his boyfriend gives.

Ah, he’s calling him Yoongi again. How he wish he could hear Jimin calling him ‘Yoonie’ on more time. He miss hearing it so much that his heart starts to ache a bit.

“I said, this was a mistake.” Jimin whines.

“Wha-”

“Hyung! fuck, holy fuck.” Yoongi turns sharply to face the younger, feeling confused as hell when he saw the fear in Jungkook eyes. He’s looking over the glass panel, both hands tugging his hair out.

What the fuck is wrong. He turns again to face his boyfriend, small fisted hand gripping on his black sweater. Eyes pleading with fear as well, “You need to look at this, I can’t- this is- fuck, just look down at the ground level.”

Yoongi nods, throat suddenly felt dry when he swallow. He reach out to hold Jimin’s hand and leans forward, his gaze finally see the reason behind their fear-stricken faces. His own eyes widened a fraction because-

Holy fuck.

That’s a fucking mass of hordes roaming on the ground level, if they were ever to go through the main entrance, they might as well be the dinner for this fucking infected.

This is a mistake, they shouldn’t be here. It's a fuckton nest of infected as to why the mall is barricaded and lockdown. They’re going to die and it’s going to be his fault, cause he led them here, he led them to their death and it’s all his fault.

Yoongi is drowning himself in self-hatred so much that his face starts to pale, he feel breathless and numb. Everything around him starts to blur and there’s a deafening ringing in his ears, loud enough to drown any noise surrounding him.

Suddenly Yoongi felt warmness envelope him, warm palms on his cheeks, soft lips caressing his own and that snapped him to focus on the person in front of him, kissing him softly while soothing thumbs wiping his tears away.

Jimin pulls away slightly, just enough for their noses to bump against each other. “it’s gonna be alright, please breathe baby. We’re gonna be okay.” Jimin whispers reassuringly, thumbs caressing the apples of his cheeks.

Yoongi blinks, once, twice and thrice. He didn't realize that he’s on his knees and when he inhales, he almost choke on air at how lack of oxygen his lungs have been deprived from and starts to cough.

“I-I.. m’ sorry- it’s my fault, we-we shouldn’t be here. T-this, everything is- my fault - fuck- i’m so sorry, m’ sorry-”

Yoongi’s rambling are cut short by Jimin’s lip again, “shhh.. it’s fine, it’s not your fault, baby.” Jimin whispers against his lips, cradling Yoongi’s head to his chest and kiss the top of his head, “none of this is your fault, you didn’t know kay? So it's not your fault. It's never your fault.”

Yoongi eventually calms down, his breathing evening out slowly as Jimin continues to soothe him with encouraging words and peppering him with soft kisses on his face.

After Jimin deems he’s calm enough to stand, Jimin helps him up on his feet. Giving Yoongi another kiss on his forehead when he thanks his boyfriend.

Jimin just smiles back at him, eyes turning to small crescent, cupping Yoongi’s jaw. “I’ve got your back my love, just like how you got mine, Yoonie”

#park jimin is a sweetheart #min yoongi is a mess #everything is a mess #angst #fluff #i am actually tired of tagging already #lmao #bts #yoonmin fic #bts apocalypse au

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Today, We Fight | 16

Characters: Yoongi x Jimin (Yoonmin) / feat. BTS

Ratings: Mature

Warnings: Character’s Death, Blood, Gore, Violence, Explicit language ,smut, light fluff, heavy angst.

Summary: One peaceful night, Yoongi receives a strange phone call from his best friend that he's been in love with since for awhile now. Only to get a bad news of some sort of weird outbreak that is currently spreading throughout their country. Despite the panic and terrifying encounters with an infected, lies a deep secret that revolves around them. A burden that they were force to carry as a child, through sufferings and their strong bond of love, they both seeks answers for the truth with nothing but their past to move forward and survive the dead world with six more friends that they could trust their life with.

Chapter Index

Yoongi is extremely excited, squealing to himself , having heard the news of going back home to Daegu. He couldn’t wait to be home, not that he hates it being in Busan. He loves Busan as much as he loves his hometown. Still, Yoongi is a Daegu boy.

After the phone call ended, Yoongi skips happily up the stairs to his bedroom. Humming softly as he goes to pack up all his clothes and a few belongings in a medium size luggage that’s completely covered with stickers of kumamon and cute kittens. If Yoongi had been back in Daegu, his friends would have definitely laugh ed and tease him until his face turned red because of Yoongi’s weird attractions towards cute things despite being a boy – a Daegu boy that’s well known for their toughness and masculinity .

But Yoongi wasn’t like any other Daegu boys. He's just Yoongi. Someone who is loved by his father unconditionally and spoilt to the point he could name anything he wanted in the world and he’ll get it. His friends would simply label him as a spoilt brat but Yoongi wasn’t. Even if Yoongi knew he could get anything he wants if he just asks for it, he wouldn’t. Because he’s Yoongi. His late mother would always tell him how proud she is of him. Growing up to be a great fine man, kind and considerate. Always gentle and supportive.

Even if Yoongi was only seven at that time and was still a child, Yoongi’s already independent and could take care of himself. Never questioning his father’s intentions when he’d announce for them to move temporarily to Busan or of why Yoongi is always alone in the house most of the time.

Now Yoongi is ten, he could cook, do laundry, plays piano and take care of himself just like any adult could. His level of understanding towards everything, leveled like an adult or perhaps more – a genius.

That's the reason why sometimes Yoongi just doesn’t questioned his father – at all. Maybe Yoongi just didn’t care as long he knows that everything his father is doing is for his love for Yoongi. And Yoongi loves his father too. That’s all that matters to him.

After Yoongi’s done packing his stuff. He went to his father’s room, helping him to pack despite not having told to do so. When everything’s done, Yoongi took a shower to clean himself up and get dressed so that he’s ready to go the moment his father would walk in that door.

Yoongi just knew, that they would leave the house the moment his father step foot in the threshold, so he decides to move both of their luggage near the front door - Easier access for the both of them anyways.

An hour had past and Yoongi is waiting patiently for his father while watching tv. A rerun of his favorite anime playing on it. He could feel his eyes slowly became heavy as the time passes and his mind starting to drift off back and forth. Sleep, slowly getting in on him.

Yoongi figured he could at least take a short nap on the couch and pulls a fluffy yellow blanket off the back of the couch and covers himself to the chin. His eyes flutter close , while his mind became more and more clouded with sleep as he nuzzles deeper in to the warmth of the blanket around him.

“Yoonie, wake up baby.”

Yoongi felt a gentle shake on his right shoulder, coaxing him to turn around. Rough callouses hands, brushing his hair away from his forehead. Yoongi hums and turns on his side, peaking one eye open only to see his father crouching in front of him with endearing smile on his lips. Eyes soft with nothing else but love for his one and only son.

“appa , what time is it?” Yoongi asks groggily, sitting up and rubbing the sleep off his eyes.

“it’s half past four. - I'm sorry to wake you up baby, you must be tired waiting so long for me to come home.”

Yoongi shakes his head, yawning. “it’s okay , pa. I know you’re busy. ”

When his vision became slightly clearer, Yoongi noticed something different, squinting his eyes and immediately perk up in curiosity at the small figure , that’s hiding behind his father’s broad back.

( Jihun watches carefully on the sidelines at the exchange of both boys in silence.)

“Hey there,” Yoongi whispered, addressing to the small boy and naturally ignoring his father’s presence as Yoongi stood up from the couch, to get a better glimpse at the boy. He was standing in the middle of the living room, wearing a black coat that’s way too long on the boy’s small frame. - must be one of Yoongi’s father’s.

The boy remained rooted in place, not moving a muscle. Head hung low, looking at his feet and Yoongi notices how dirty and bare the boy’s feet are, wiggling his toes against each other on the wooden flooring. Yoongi can’t help it, his eyes carefully start to roam on the younger ’s figure .

Noticing the younger’s soft features, his small button nose. His fuller bottom lips and the squishy chubby cheeks. The way his small tiny hands balled up in a tight fist. Yoongi knew he was making the younger boy feel uncomfortable under his scrutinize gaze but Yoongi can’t seem to stop himself.

The boy was beautiful despite the purple-black bruises and bloodied cuts on his flesh. The fact that Yoongi also knew that the boy was half naked under the big ass coat and he might just be around Yoongi’s age or maybe younger by two years.

But those eyes though, the way the younger boy had looked at Yoongi under his eyelashes, it speaks a million thousand things that the boy had seen and experience. There's too many emotions swirling all at once and Yoongi could feel a slight ache to his heart for the younger.

Yoongi couldn’t even imagine what this boy had to go through in his life and how his father had managed to find him in the first place but Yoongiwasn’t going to start bombarding questions to his father and making this boy more uncomfortable in Yoongi’s presence. What he needs to do is to let the boy understand that he’s safe here and feel welcomed.

Yoongi took a step forward and was about to reach out a hand in greeting when the boy reflectively flinched and cowers a step back. His first reaction is to hug the younger and envelope him with warm embrace protectively .

Yoongi didn’t think much, not of the consequences. Despite the slight struggle from the boy to push Yoongi away at his bluntness and his father disapprove gasp,Yoongi ignores all of it.

Hugging the younger boy more tightly in his arms. Yoongi’s right hand stroking the younger’s hair soothingly and murmuring assuring words in the younger’s ear when Yoongi felt the boy shuddering in his arms. - sobbing.

“hey, it’s okay. No one is gonna hurt you. - you’re safe here. I’ll protect you from now on. - shh .. It’s alright. It's gonna be, I promise.”

Yoongi felt the younger boy slowly calms down and nodded his head. Gently nuzzling his face against Yoongi’s neck and inhaling on the flesh.The younger seems to finally settle down from shuddering as both his hands encircled Yoongi’s waist, hugging him back. Just not as tight as Yoongi’s.

Yoongi pulls away, putting both of his hands on the younger’s shoulder when the younger’s breathing seems to even out. Yoongi couldn’t stop the wide grinned that shows his gums from appearing on his face at successfully calming the younger down.

“I’m Yoongi. Min Yoongi.” Yoongi told him.

The boy looks up and simply nodded . There's a short pause of hesitance before the younger decides to speak up, a little shy with a hint of redness tinting his cheeks.

“I-I ’m Ji-min. Park- Jimin.”

“Hi Jiminie .”

Yoongi beamed back at him but he’s taken aback suddenly and swears that he could feel the pull of his heartstrings at the sight of the younger smiling brightly back at him.

The younger’s eyes turning in to crescent moon. It was so cute and adorable, Yoongi have a hard time coping with that beautiful smile. He could never get tired of it, never.

( Jihun sighs in relieved.)

“You’re so pretty, Jiminie .”

Yoongi didn’t realised what he’d shamefully blurted out when Jimin suddenly started giggling, faint blush reddening his cheeks. Yoongi’s own eyes became wide, hands cupping his mouth in mortification, afraid of offending the younger but the sound of Jimin’s giggles was making Yoongi feels a lot of things that his ten-year-old heart shouldn’t be feeling yet at such a young age. And here he is at ten , feeling warmth floods through his system and having butterflies in his stomach .

Yoongi was certain, at that point of time and at the age of ten. Yoongi was in love, in love with a boy that he barely knows and only had just met a few minutes ago.

He knows he should suppress his sudden infatuation towards Jimin but Yoongi can’t stop himself whenever he looked at Jimin’s beautiful features and it’ll only be more torturous for Yoongi as Jimin ages in the future, because no doubt Jimin would be more beautiful than he already is.

Everything about the younger makes Yoongi wants to protect him and keep the ball of fluff tucked away safely next to him always and Yoongi is very well aware of the risk he’s about to make when it comes to loving Park Jimin.

Whether it’s worth it or not, Yoongi would protect him nonetheless and never give up to love the younger with all his heart, even if Jimin doesn’t reciprocate it. It's fine as long Yoongi gets to see Jimin smile and laugh and knowing who's the cause of it is enough for him.

Yoongi let go of the younger, scratches a finger at his temple nervously, “um, do you–”

Jimin was looking at Yoongi expectantly and it only causes Yoongi to stutter more and flushes even redder than he already is, luckily his father spoke up, saving his messy ass.

“ Jiminnie , why don’t you get yourself cleaned up before we go?”

the deep drawl of his father’s voice catches Jimin’s attention away from staring at Yoongi’s red face and Yoongi let out a breath that he didn’t realized he was holding. He glances at his father’s face and damn that old man had a knowing smirk plastered on his face .

“A-a re you sure? - I'm not intruding or anything?” Yoongi heard Jimin speak, there’s a hint of wariness as if he’s afraid that something bad is going to happen to him.

Yoongi frowned, placing a comforting hand on Jimin’s shoulder, even though he could feel the younger flinched, Yoongi ignores it. Smiling reassuringly at the younger when their gazes met.

“you’re safe here Minnie. If you want, I can accompany you to the bathroom and wait outside while you washed up. - you can use my clothes too if you want. Is that okay?”

Jimin’s expression was unreadable, dark brown eyes searching Yoongi’s, not fully trusting him yet and the gesture itself makes Yoongi’s heart ache, not that Yoongi blames him, they did just meet anyway. Even if Yoongi wanted so badly to help the younger and be his friend so that he could make Jimin feel more comfortable around him, Yoongi just need to be more patience with Jimin and earn the younger’s trust slowly.

“Y-Yoonie?”

The sound of his name being called plus a gentle tap on his shoulder had brought Yoongi back to earth and his gaze automatically focuses on the younger’s smiling face that is slightly tinted with redness .

Holy hell, Jimin was smiling at him and shit, did he just call Yoongi, ‘Yoonie’? Yoongi’s brain short circuit for a brief moment but he quickly composed himself, praying to all the gods that the younger hadn’t notice his sudden heaty cheeks and clammy palms. Yoongi’s heart wouldn’t stop beating rapidly and his father obvious ly did notice, if the soft chuckles was anything to go by.

Yoongi mentally curses himself for being exposed easily, but hey, you can’t blame him for being weak and totally smitten by Jimin. That boy was fucking cute okay, especially that smile. Yes, that smile that Yoongi adores so much on the younger. He swears his heart did a somersault when Jimin offers his small chubby hand out for Yoongi to take.

Did Park Jimin realizes whatever he’s doing is actually affecting Yoongi? Or is this boy being just natural? Either way Yoongi doesn’t care. His fingers twitched, should he hold Jimin’s hand or should he just-

Yoongi hesitate, side-eyeing his father, hoping to get some guidance which he nods encouragingly at Yoongi and gestures for them to go ahead. Part of Yoongi is nervous, another part of him was glad that Jimin is giving him a chance and damn that small chubby fingers, it’ll look so cute against Yoongi’s slightly bigger ones.

Eventually they intertwined their fingers together, Yoongi inhaled sharply and glances at their clasp hands, he couldn’t hide the stupid grin that appears on his face. Just like he’d imagine, Jimin’s hand were so small, it seems like Yoongi is holding a 5year old.

Yoongi felt giddy just from seeing their interjoin hands, it makes Yoongi feel a lot of things he couldn’t outright say in words. He shakes his head lightly and tugs their intertwined hands, “come on, let’s go.”

He leads Jimin towards the bathroom while trying his best to remain composed and force himself to stop smiling like a ten-year-old retard kid.

“wait here.”

Yoongi halted just outside the bathroom door, pulling their intertwined fingers apart and swear to god that for the briefest of moment, he saw a pout on the younger’s lips but then it was gone as if it weren’t there at all. Yoongi blinks, it’s probably his mind playing tricks on him and decides to brushed it off.

“I’ll be right back okay.”

Jimin nods and Yoongi quickly disappears into the next room, searching for a pair of sweats, a tee and boy shorts in his closet that he purposely left behind because his luggage couldn’t fit anymore clothes.

By the time Yoongi came back out, Jimin was still standing near the door and haven’t move an inch at all. Yoongi thought it was weird cause he supposes Jimin would be showering by now but by the way the younger had looked trouble and in deep thoughts, Yoongi guesses he was just being polite not to touch anything unless given permission to.

“ Jiminie , is something wrong? - Why aren’t you showering yet?” Yoongi mentally slap himself for asking a stupid question the moment he realizes what he’d just ask.

“you told me to wait here,” Jimin responded with a confused look on his face, “and I don’t know if I’m allowed to.”

Yoongi chuckles, “of course you’re allowed to, Minnie. Why wouldn’t you be?”

Jimin’s cheeks flushes a deep red. “b-because I-”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it so much. - here, take this,” Yoongi hands over the clothes he’d gathered for Jimin, “You can also use both of my soap and shampoo. It's the one with strawberry flavor.”

Jimin glances behind his shoulder at the said object for a brief moment before turning back again to face Yoongi shyly. “T-thank you, Yoonie-hyung.”

Yoongi swears his heart just skip a beat. Fucking hell, this is going way damn fast for him. It's only been half an hour of their meeting and this boy had already made him feel weak in the knees for the umpteenth time. Yoongi is certainly sure that one day, Jimin would be the death of him.

“anything for you Minnie.” Yoongi clamps a hand on his mouth quickly, shocked at himself for what he’d said. That wasn’t supposed to happen, he wasn’t supposed to say that. Yoongi was too busy mentally cursing himself and reprimanding that he didn’t notice the abashed smile Jimin was giving him.

The only thing he heard was the bathroom door being closed and the sound of the water hitting the tiles. Yoongi was about to leave and give Jimin space while he showers when suddenly Jimin’s head peeked out between the gap of the door, his voice sounding timid and soft, halting Yoongi’s footsteps abruptly .

“Please stay, Yoonie.”

“O-okay. I’ll just wait here till you finish.”

“T-thank you.”

Yoongi smile, watching the bathroom door closed again with a soft clicked, t he waiting game had only begun but Yoongi is already as red as tomato, especially when he’d heard Jimin’s soft content sighs as the water hits his body.

Jimin came out fully dressed in Yoongi’s clothes with his hair still dripping wet and Yoongi can’t stop smiling. Jimin seems to be drown in his clothes , since it’s a bit too big on the younger and he could barely suppress himself from cooing at him .

“Minnie, your hair is still wet. You're gonna catch a cold if you don’t dry it.” Yoongi scolds despite the gummy smile on his face a nd reached out for the towel Jimin was holding.

The slight flinched of the younger didn’t go unnoticed by Yoongi’s observant eyes and the timid mumbled of “m’ sorry hyung.” was making Yoongi feel guilty. He didn’t mean to sound like he’s mad at the younger and making him feel scared.

He’s just being his usual worry wart ass, but Jimin doesn’t know that because he doesn’t know anything about Yoongi yet.

Yoongi sighs, “why are you sorry, minnie ? You did nothing wrong and I'm not mad, y’know ?”

Jimin looks up, eyes searching Yoongi’s . A red tint coats his chubby cheeks, Jimin smiles shyly and nods his head, “I know. It’s just that – a habit I can’t stop.”

Yoongi took a step closer, right hand reaching to caress gently on the apples of the younger’s cheeks, an adoring smile on his lips.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to say sorry to the things you didn’t do wrong. - it’s best you stop that habit starting from now and only be sorry when you did something bad or wrong . Hm?”

If they say the sun was bright enough to blind your eyes then why the fuck is Park Jimin’s toothy smile is blinding Yoongi’s eyes. It takes him a few times of blinking to focus again and not feel like he’d just sold his soul to the devil himself.

What is this sorcery even?

Yoongi mentally shakes himself out of his daze and forces himself to stop making heart-eyes at the younger whenever he smiles but Yoongi couldn’t help it. It’s apparently too much for Yoongi ’s heart to handle alone.

“Y-Yoonie, Are you alright?” Jimin’s eyes became round and was curiously peering at Yoongi from under his lashes, a faint blush appearing at the tip of his ears and that image alone causes Yoongi’s heart to skip a beat.

Yoongi swallows hard and tries to calm his raging heart, taking a step back and pulls his hand away that was still caressing the younger’s cheeks and he’d accidentally causes a pout out of the younger.

This time, the pout is visible enough for his short-circuit brain to take that’s painfully obvious to Yoongi that the younger’s pout is definitely doing things to his weak heart.

He’s fucked.

Pulling away was a big giant mistake. He could see the younger’s eyes glazed with unshed tears.

Shit.

“Y-Yoonie, d-do you h-hate me?” Jimin’s voice started to crack, his lips trembling slightly.

What? No!

Why would Jimin think that, Yoongi likes him. How can he hate him if all Jimin does is making his heart thumped like a pervert. Yoongi need to act fast before his father would checked up on them for taking too long.

Shit , shit , shit .

Think Yoongi think.

Wait, no.

On second thought, he shouldn’t have to think . Because thinking takes too much time.

He should just go for it and think later. Yes, that’s much more reasonable. So Yoongi didn’t think, he just acts on it.

Yoongi grabbed Jimin’s wrist and pulls him in, crashing their bodies together in a tight hug .

“what? No, no. I don’t hate you Minnie. - I like you okay. I really like you. Please don’t cry.”

“r-really? You m-mean it? - t-that you l-like me?” Jimin’s voice was muffled by the fabric of Yoongi’s shirt and he cutely wiggles his head out of Yoongi’s chest to peer up at him. A soft smile on his lips.

“t-then, will Yoonie be my friend?”

Yoongi splutters and swears his heart just explodes right here, right now. Oh my god, why? The level of cuteness is too much. God, make it stop please.

Wait.

No scrap that, don’t make it stop. Yoongi loves this, loves this moment. Knowing that Jimin’s opening up to him and asking Yoongi to be his friend.

This is great, Jimin is starting to trust him. That’s a good sign after all.

Yoongi was smiling like an idiot now, not bothering to suppress the heart-eyes he’s giving the younger. Especially the thunderstorm in his chest. None of it matters when Jimin’s eyes is full of hope.

Yoongi nods, still smiling with his gums showing.

“of course, minnie . Anything for you. - I'll be your friend and I'll be your knight in shining armor too, I-if that’s what you want.”

Jimin giggles.

Fuck. He fucking giggles. That's it he’s gonna die soon. Yoongi’s not going to survive Park Jimin. Not at this moment or century.

“t-thank you Yoonie hyung , for wanting to be my friend.” Jimin whispers softly, burying his face and nuzzling against Yoongi’s chest.

“Yoonie feels so warm. I like it.”

Yoongi gulped and tighten his hold on the younger. His hands running up and down soothingly at the younger’s back till he pauses suddenly, feeling something wet on his fingers. That’s when Yoongi remembers something, he’s supposed to help dry out Jimin’s hair and here he is too caught up to do so.

Yoongi pulls away, hearing the younger whines at the lack of warmth from his body.

“Minnie, your hair is still wet and appa is waiting for us downstairs. We need to get going if we want to go home.” Yoongi explains, intertwining their hands again and pulls Jimin along into his bedroom.

Yoongi pauses in front of his nightstand, grabbing a soft bunny plush toy off the shelving and handed it over to Jimin.

“You can have this. It’s one of my fav toys.”

“but-”

“it’s okay Minnie, you can keep it. I don’t need it anymore and I definitely wouldn’t missed it knowing that it’s you keeping it safe for me.” Yoongi smiles reassuringly.

Jimin nods shyly, averting his eyes towards the floor and cradling the soft-toy tightly against his chest. “thank you, Yoonie hyung .”

“Your welcome Jiminie. - oh, I almost forgot.”

Jimin snaps his head up, eyes wide and curiously watching Yoongi’s .

“Your hair is still wet. Come here . ”

Jimin take a step closer and Yoongi quickly get to work and start drying the younger’s hair. Ruffling it with the towel for a few more minutes till he deems it’s dry enough for Jimin.

Throwing the towel away on the bed, Yoongi walks towards his closet again, pulling out an old yellow hoodie and a first aid kit. He could feel Jimin’s eyes watching him curiously.

Yoongi put everything on his bed, sitting down at the edge and pulling Jimin to sit next to him.

Jimin’s gaze never leaving Yoongi, curiously eyeing him silently. It should’ve bothered Yoongi but it didn’t. Knowing that the younger was silently watching him and not say a thing means a lot.

Jimin’s trusting Yoongi not to hurt him and of course Yoongi wouldn’t, not in a million years.

As the silence resumes, Yoongi takes out an ointment from the kit. His gaze flickers towards Jimin and somehow, the younger seems to understand what Yoongi wants from him.

Jimin put the soft-toy on the bed next to his tights and then he’s taking his shirt off.

Yoongi gasped, too shocked to even masked it. “Ji-Jimin, t-that’s-” But suddenly he felt angered and sad. Whoever had done this to Jimin definitely will have their own karma.

“I know, b-but it’s healing. It's not that bad as when I first got it.” Jimin mumbles quietly .

Yoongi’s gaze shoots up to meet Jimin’s, only the light in the younger’s eyes weren’t there. He looks distant for a moment and then his eyes hardened as his gaze focuses back on Yoongi.

His fingers unconsciously reaching out towards the soft-toy as if that itself could ground him back to the present.

Maybe Yoongi’s presence is helping Jimin out, making him feel much safer and even if it’s a little, part of him is glad that he could be of help for the younger.

“Minnie, it’s alright now-” Yoongi slowly reaches out, touching the younger’s shoulder gently.

“I won’t questioned you anything about it either. You can tell me about it whenever you’re comfortable or if you choose not to, it’s fine too. Yeah?”

Jimin smiled, nodding his head. “thank you, Yoonie. Thank you for being so nice to me even though we just met and for not hating me.”

Yoongi shakes his head, “there’s no need to thank me. I just feel like doing it and I like you Minnie, so please stop saying that I'll hate you, okay? - now, come here so that I can put this ointment on your bruises and bandage up those gashes.”

Jimin move closer as Yoongi had instructed and silently let Yoongi fix him up, it wasn’t much Yoongi could do since he’s not trained for this. Just known a few basics.

The ride back to Daegu is peaceful, the sun is almost up in the horizon. Coloring the sky with shades of yellow and orange. Jimin is fast asleep , his head resting on Yoongi’s lap at the back seat of the car, a fluffy yellow blanket drape around him and hugging the plush bunny tightly in his arms .

Soon Yoongi have to wake him up since they’re reaching home. Yoongi hopes that Jimin will be happier and be himself more when they get there. Hopes that it’ll get better for him and throw away all the bad past away.

What Yoongi really wished is for the younger to feel safe and not be alone anymore because now, Jimin got him by his side.

Yoongi promised to himself, no matter what would happen, they would stick together. He would never let anything hurt his precious Jiminnie and would never leave his side ever .

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minnieyoonie · 5 years

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Today, We Fight moodboard.

#TWF fic #btsfanfic #bts v #bts jimin #bts jungkook #bts suga #bts jin #bts namjoon #bts hoseok #yoonmin #bts apocalypse au #moodboard #today we fight fic

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minnieyoonie · 6 years

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Gifted

characters: Yoongi x Jimin (ot7)

Tags: Mentions of death, gores, blood, explicit language, angst, characters death, mentions of rape and abusive characteristic, smut, superpower ot7, yoonmin, yoongi got trust issues, Jimin is a sweetheart, premonition jimin, intellect namjoon, shapeshifter seokjin, creation taehyung, strength and agility jungkook, immunity hoseok, healer and snatcher yoongi, apocalypse au sort of, bonding, soulmate au, every gifted have telepathy.

Summary:

Have you ever thought that the world could end? The promises and dreams that everyone could have eventually never be achieves? Families and friends, who once were cherish so much, could eventually be gone? or perhaps, years of friendships and brotherhood could possibly be betrayed? The world always seems so vast and strong that society tends to forget of the possibilities of it being crumbled to nothingness. The reason is simple, they are delusional and ignorant. There was never once a word that could describes ‘peace’. Especially not in Min Yoongi’s dictionary.

Yoongi starts questioning himself who is the enemy and who is to be trusted. because everyone seems to have ulterior motives but one thing is certain, he got his best friend’s back.

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#bts #BTS Yoonmin #first fanfic #only on ao3

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minnieyoonie · 6 years

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Characters: yoongi x jimin

Tags: hybrid au, Rich jimin, namjoon and jimin are step siblings, cat hybrid yoongi, bunny hybrid jungkook, rich taehyung, cat hybrid jin, dancer hoseok, fluff, soft yoongi, caretaker jimin, smut, heats, lots of fluff, shy yoongi, needy yoongi, yoongi is not broken just different, yoongi just wants lots of love okay, side namjin, side taekook, yoonmin centric, Doctor Hoseok, scenting, self-lubrication,

Summary:

Jimin moves to Seoul, joining his hyung and manage to open a few business there, living a luxurious life but being a chaebols have its downside too, after almost ten years of feeling unbearably lonely, his world changes one day when he receives a package that was delivered to him on his birthday by none other that Kim Namjoon.

read on : Ao3

#hybrid au #bts #BTS Yoonmin #only on ao3

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minnieyoonie · 6 years

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Today, We Fight | 15

Characters: Yoongi x Jimin (Yoonmin) / feat. BTS

Ratings: Mature

Warnings: Character’s Death, Blood, Gore, Violence, Explicit language ,smut, light fluff, heavy angst.

Chapter Index

After the phone call ended,Yoongi skips happily up the stairs to his bedroom. Humming softly as he goes to pack up all his clothes and a few belongings in a medium size luggage that’s completely covered with stickers of kumamon and cute kittens. If Yoongi had been back in Daegu, his friends would have definitely laugh ed and tease him until his face turned red because of Yoongi’s weird attractions towards cute things despite being a boy – a Daegu boy that’s well known for their toughness and masculinity .

Even if Yoongi was only seven at th at time and was still a child, Yoongi’s already independent and could take care of himself. Never questioning his father’s intentions when he’d announce for them to move temporarily to Busan or of why Yoongi is always alone in the house most of the time.

That's the reason why sometimes Yoongi just doesn’t questioned his father – at all. Maybe Yoongi just didn’t care as long he knows that everything his father is doing is for his love for Yoongi and Yoongi loves his father too. That’s all that matters to him.

“Yoonie, wake up baby.”

“ appa , what time is it?” Yoongi asks groggily, sitting up and rubbing the sleep off his eyes.

“it’s half past four. - I'm sorry to wake you up baby, you must be tired waiting so long for me to come home.”

Yoongi shakes his head, yawning. “it’s okay , pa. I know you’re busy. ”

( Jihun watches carefully on the sidelines at the exchange of both boys in silence.)

Yoongi couldn’t even imagine what this boy had to go through in his life and how his father had managed to find him in the first place but Yoongi wasn’t going to start bombarding questions to his father and making this boy more uncomfortable in Yoongi’s presence. What he needs to do is to let the boy understand that he’s safe here and feel welcomed.

Yoongi didn’t think much, not of the consequences. Despite the slight struggle from the boy to push Yoongi away at his bluntness and his father disapprove gasp,Yoongi ignores all of it.

“hey, it’s okay. No one is gonna hurt you. - you’re safe here. I’ll protect you from now on. - shh .. It’s alright. It's gonna be, I promise.”

“I’m Yoongi. Min Yoongi.” Yoongi told him.

The boy looks up and simply nodded . There's a short pause of hesitance before the younger decides to speak up, a little shy with a hint of redness tinting his cheeks.

“I-I ’m Ji-min. Park- Jimin.”

“Hi Jiminnie .”

Yoongi beamed back at him but he’s taken aback suddenly and swears that he could feel the pull of his heartstrings at the sight of the younger smiling brightly back at him.

The younger’s eyes turning in to crescent moon. It was so cute and adorable, Yoongi have a hard time coping with that beautiful smile. He could never get tired of it, never.

( Jihun sighs in relieved.)

“You’re so pretty, Jiminnie .”

Yoongi didn’t realized what he’d shamefully blurted out when Jimin suddenly started giggling, faint blush reddening his cheeks. Yoongi’s own eyes became wide, hands cupping his mouth in mortification, afraid of offending the younger but the sound of Jimin’s giggles was making Yoongi feels a lot of things that his ten-year-old heart shouldn’t be feeling yet at such a young age. And here he is at ten , feeling warmth floods through his system and having butterflies in his stomach .

Yoongi was certain, at that point of time and at the age of ten. Yoongi was in love, in love with a boy that he barely knows and only had just met a few minutes ago.

Yoongi let go of the younger, scratches a finger at his temple nervously, “um, do you–”

Jimin was looking at Yoongi expectantly and it only causes Yoongi to stutter more and flushes even redder than he already is, luckily his father spoke up, saving his messy ass.

“ Jiminnie , why don’t you get yourself cleaned up before we go?”

“A-a re you sure? - I'm not intruding or anything?” Yoongi heard Jimin speak, there’s a hint of wariness as if he’s afraid that something bad is going to happen to him.

Yoongi frowned, placing a comforting hand on Jimin’s shoulder, even though he could feel the younger flinched, Yoongi ignores it. Smiling reassuringly at the younger when their gazes met.

“you’re safe here Minnie. If you want, I can accompany you to the bathroom and wait outside while you washed up. - you can use my clothes too if you want. Is that okay?”

“Y-Yoonie?”

He leads Jimin towards the bathroom while trying his best to remain composed and force himself to stop smiling like a ten-year-old retard kid.

“wait here.”

“I’ll be right back okay.”

“ Jiminie , is something wrong? - Why aren’t you showering yet?” Yoongi mentally slap himself for asking a stupid question the moment he realizes what he’d just ask.

“you told me to wait here,” Jimin responded with a confused look on his face, “and I don’t know if I’m allowed to.”

Yoongi chuckles, “of course you’re allowed to, Minnie. Why wouldn’t you be?”

Jimin’s cheeks flushes a deep red. “b-because I-”

Jimin glances behind his shoulder at the said object for a brief moment before turning back again to face Yoongi shyly. “T-thank you, Yoonie- hyung.”