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July 23, 2020.

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You pull the blanket a little bit higher over your pajamas, snuggling down deeper into the sofa.

Jimin is here to hang out with Yoongi, but had gotten stood up.

He takes it good naturedly.

Kind, patient Jimin.

He lounges casually beside you, his eyes on the TV.

"I love those jeans," you shake your head at him. "Please lend them to me some time."

He looks down at his designer black jeans, with artistic and stylish torn gaps on the thigh and knee.

He raises his eyebrows.

"You want to borrow my jeans?" He laughs.

"Yes!" You roll your eyes at his surprise. "They are sooo nice, Jimin. I could never find anything so nice in stores. It's custom, isn't it?"

Jimin nods.

"Doesn't Yoongi hyung have something similar?"

"Yoongi's are blue. Black is way more flattering. Besides, Yoongi doesn't have that many pairs of jeans so I shouldn't steal his."

"Steal? You said borrow!" Jimin's eyes widen as he points at you accusingly.

His other hand grabs onto his belt hoop protectively.

You grin.

"Shut up, give them to me now! You can wear a pair of my pants home!"

You reach for his knees, pretending to pull at his pants,

as he pretends to struggle

and you both fall about laughing.

"Seriously though. Give them to me," you pant as you finally stop fighting.

He's collapsed on his side, and he's groaning

"Never."

"Ah, Jiminnnnnie ~~~" you whine.

You pout at him.

He had a soft spot for you, you knew.

Being the only two people who could open up Yoongi's heart, Jimin saw you as a comrade, an ally.

Someone else who saw Yoongi the way he saw Yoongi.

Someone else who loved Yoongi as much as he did.

Jimin was like your brother.

And he spoiled you like he would spoil a sister.

"Okay, okay," he sighs and smiles.

"Give me a pair of your pants. Nothing girly!"

You give a tiny shriek of excitement, jumping up and dashing to the bedroom.

"I WON'T WEAR YOUR PINK SWEATPANTS!" he yells after you.

You find a pair of black loose sweatpants, and return to Jimin.

"Thank you," you croon.

He grabs the sofa blanket and squirms underneath it,

unbuttoning his pants and pulling down his designer jeans

that you immediately yank out of his hands.

He laughs.

The front door lock clicks.

You both turn to it.

The door slams open, ricocheting off the wall loudly.

You twitch at the loud bang.

Yoongi is bent slightly at the waist, staggering forward through the threshold.

He steps on his shoes to kick them off.

From his unbalanced swaying and hooded eyes, you can tell he is drunk.

"Yoongi," you call out, uncertain.

He looks over lazily, leaning on the hallway wall.

He runs his eyes over Jimin's jeans in your hand, the blanket over Jimin's lap, your sweatpants laying on the sofa beside Jimin.

"You guys look like you're having fun."

"Hyung," Jimin tries to break the tension with a smile.

"Your girlfriend is stealing my clothes."

And if you and Jimin had actually been flirting, you might have found the need to explain yourself right now.

But everyone and their grandmother knew you only had eyes for Yoongi since you met him.

Yoongi teeters over, his hair a mess as he walks past you.

You can smell the alcohol waft around the room.

You reach for his sleeve.

"Wait, Yoongi... have some water-"

He spins, jerking his arm away.

"Don't mind me," he slurs.

"Continue taking pants off."

"Ah, hyung. Don't tease us. You know it's not like that," Jimin says pleasingly,
wriggling into your sweatpants.

"I don't really give a fuck what you do,"

Yoongi shrugs.

"As long as you give her back to me after you're done."

You can feel your lips part in shock.

Sure, Yoongi was sometimes a little too forward.

But this was something else.

"Hyung!" Jimin frowns.

"I know you're drunk. But how can you say that?"

He shakes his head, as though his disapproval could make Yoongi apologize.



Sometimes it could.


But not tonight.

Yoongi laughs, not nicely.

He tilts his head back, and it's more like a sneer.

An AgustD sneer.

"Oh, so you don't come here to hang out so you can see her too?"

He narrows his eyes at Jimin.

Jimin's brows crinkle.

"Of course I like seeing her. She is my friend too.

But you are the one who stood me up. I like hanging out with both of you."

"Yoongi, please."

You reach for his sleeve again.

This time, Yoongi looks down at your fingers grasping the fabric on his arm.

He smiles.

"Baby, don't be afraid. I'm not blaming you.

Jimin takes his pants off real easy.

And I'm not blaming him either.

I know how convincing you can be with that mouth of yours."

"Hyung!" Jimin snaps.

Yoongi's arm flashes out

and wraps around your waist,

pulling you into his arms

as he dips his head down

and presses his lips against yours.

He's rough,

and you can taste the alcohol.

You push at his shoulders.

He lets go slowly, his eyes narrowed.

"What, did Jimin already satisfy you, baby?"

You gasp.

"Yoongi."

Jimin stands.

"Hyung. That's far enough."

"Or else what," Yoongi's gritty voice challenges.

"Or else we're leaving. We don't deserve this. You stood us up. We both waited all night for you. If you don't treat us right, then... then I'll take her and we'll leave."

"You sure you didn't already take her?" Yoongi grins.

Jimin's face freezes.

"Hyung. You're making me angry."

"Oh shut the fuck up," Yoongi throws at him, turning to disappear into the bedroom.

You stare after him.

Jimin's face is drawn tight, his mouth pressed into an unhappy line.

He shakes his head.

"Hyung is only saying that because losing you is his worst fear."

"I know," you whisper.

You wrap your arms around yourself.

"Yeah?"

Jimin tilts his head.

You nod.

"He told me before. A long time ago."

Jimin sighs and comes to you, gliding across the floor in your sweatpants,

and he reaches out to rub your arm sadly.

"He loves you."

"I know," you choke out,

and tears brim your eyes because you really did know.

Yoongi had saved you from the depths of your despair.

Your darkest days.

And now it was your turn to save him.

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