If honesty really was the best policy. This was all a bit sudden. Really, a contrast to the fun Yoongi had been having a couple moments ago.

If you told Yoongi that he'd be comforting a crying young man for the rest of his afternoon, he would be more or less confused. When he left Hoseok's dorm ten minutes prior, he hadn't expected to come home to Jimin on the floor of their dorm, crying softly  into his hands with his chin against his chest.

And if you told Jimin that he would never find someone to love him in his life. He would probably believe you. If you told him that the only reason he was put on this earth was for the pleasure of others at his own expense; he'd believe you. And if you told him that no matter what happened, he would always feel empty, like apart of his heart was ripped from his chest at birth and for the rest of his life he'd never find someone worth living for. He'd tell you he knew that already.

But still, neither of them had expected to encounter a situation like this. When Yoongi saw the hickeys layered on Jimin's naked chest like poka dots on a 1950's dress, and the rope marks around his wrists and ankles that reminded him of shackles; there was a part of him that was relieved he returned home so soon.

When Jimin looked up at him, the dimming stars in his eyes like frantic fish in a polluted ocean. A part of him wished that Yoongi wouldn't watch, wouldn't ask why Jimin felt as if his soul was breaking little by little every time he looked in the mirror, and wouldn't acknowledge the fact that he was finding less of a reason to keep his feet on the ground.

But we usually don't get what we wished for.

And sometimes that could be a good thing.

"Jimin." Yoongi said softly, it was more of a statement than a question of concern. Like Yoongi said his name just to remind the younger that he was still here. That he was watching, and acknowledging.

"Yoongi," Jimin said back, humourlessly chuckling as he wiped the tears off his cheeks. Though they had carved valleys into his face already. "I didn't expect you to come at a time like this."

Yoongi took a step forward and Jimin flinched slightly, afraid that if Yoongi came any closer that everything would settle in. And they would realize what was actually happening. Realize that a life was hanging by a thread and the softest wind could send it to the ground as if it was tied to a brick.

Nonetheless, Yoongi stepped forward. Kneeling on the ground to face the crying boy. "Well I just came from Hosoek's dorm is all."

Jimin nodded, looking at the older. Getting lost in the warm brown that was in his eyes. Yoongi's irises were like a hot blanket on a cool winters day. The warmth is inviting, and beckons you to snuggle closer; to stay a little longer.

Jimin didn't know it yet but he'd find a lot more in Yoongi's eyes than just a blanket on a cold morning.

"Jimin, I know we don't know each other too well yet but-"Yoongi paused, setting his calloused hands on the shaking shoulders of the boy in front of him. "-you can confide in me; you don't have to tell me what's wrong just yet, but all that matters is if you keep your head above water. If you just need a shoulder to cry on I'll give it to you. Because I know you're not who everyone says you are."

"I don't think I can't talk about it yet yoongi." Jimin whispered into the cool air in their dorm room. Watching at the older smiled softly before nodding in agreement.

"You don't have to yet, not until you're comfortable. If you just want me to hold you while you cry that's fine too, just knock twice." Yoongi said, knocking on the wood that separated each side of the room from each other. 

Jimin nodded, chuckling at the gesture before repeating the action. Signalling his crying session wasn't over just yet.

Yoongi smiled, a soft giggle played on his lips and all Jimin wanted to do was press repeat. Or pause and stare a little longer. Or rewind to the very time Jimin first saw him.

"I can tell you haven't eaten yet, I'll make us some soup?" Yoongi asked, pulling Jimin up and setting him on the bed before walking the few steps to the kitchen area.

Jimin smiles softly, nodding and it was the first time in months he felt so at home with someone in that very moment.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

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A short but meaningful chapter. This story is still going to be lighthearted, but you can't have sunshine without some rain every now and then.