Jungkook asked Yoongi to sleep with him – on the floor with the blankets all hurdled around them like last time, and leave room for Jimin, too. He wanted Jimin to be included, to make him feel safe, as well. But Yoongi didn't know where Jimin went. He went to his bedroom to see if he fled there, but no pink haired boy was found. When Yoongi sat with Jungkook, he put a pillow on his lap so Jungkook could lay his head there. He stroked the boy's beautiful hair, staring at nothing in particular. He wondered where Jimin went, he really did, but he felt like he should tell Jungkook about Jimin first before he should ever try to find him.

"Hey, Jungkook?" Jungkook didn't say anything. Yoongi looked down and noticed Jungkook's eyes closed. "Okay, I'll tell you now, while you're sleeping... I guess."

And so, Yoongi proceeded to mumble that Jimin was his boyfriend back in school. His knitted glove was something Yoongi made just for the boy – and that his diary held everything in note of his life, also something that Yoongi gave to him. Those nasty people that were murdered the same night as his father were also Jimin's parents. He told him all of what he knew.

"I... Don't know what's happening anymore. This all seems so much more complicated than I thought." He sighed. He hadn't noticed he had been staring at Jungkook at some point during his explanation. He smiled bitterly, closing his eyes. "I don't know what I should do."

Yoongi was planning on staying up the entire night. He wasn't taking a chance on having a murderer come in and kill his boyfriend. That motherfucker will be found, and he will pay. But tonight, Jungkook needs rest. He kept his eyes closed, but he made sure to stay awake if he ever drifted off.

Yoongi opened his eyes when he heard a scream. The black haired boy wasn't all there at first – it seemed he must've fallen asleep anyway. A hand slapped the bottom of his face, then another and even a clumsy kick. Jungkook was struggling on the ground, yelling incoherent things, including 'STOP IT! PLEASE STOP!' and other halting words that left Yoongi instantly heartbroken and terrified.

He held down Jungkook's struggling limbs as much as he could, telling him that he was in safe hands and no one was here to hurt him. "It's only me, Kookie baby, it's only Yoongi!" When Jungkook's eyes lay upon his, Yoongi could tell he was clearly not here, with him, in this room. He rubbed Jungkook's arms, hushing him, telling him he was okay, hoping that he would return from his night terror.

It took the boy a while, but he calmed down enough to stop moving, his twitching eyes slowly coming back to reality. "Y-Y-Yoongi...!?" Yoongi wrapped his arms around the crying, terrified and confused Kookie, rocking him back and forth.

"Don't talk," he hushed, pecking Jungkook's head. "You're okay. It's only me in our house..."

Minutes later, Jungkook calmed down. Yoongi found out it was about 6 AM, so they'd only gotten about 2 hours of sleep or so. He was utterly tired, but he had to make a call to get someone ready for Jungkook's college. 

"Hey, Jihyun."

"Hello Yoongi! It's been a while! Why are you calling? Usually it's because you need help."

"Ah, yeah, about that... Jungkook needs someone to take notes for him in College."

"Oh..."

"If you could do this for me, I'd really appreciate it. I swear, I'm also so close to figuring out the murderer-"

"So ... do you remember a boy named Jimin?"

"... Yeah. You knew him?"

"You two were stuck together like glue."

Yoongi bit back. Why did she not tell him this? Oh, right. Because he never asked. "I remember."

"... Okay. I'll send someone out for Kookie. You two getting along well?"

"Yeah. He got in a bit of trouble, that's why I need your help. Thank you."

"Stay safe!"

They hung up.

He grabbed a cup of water and walked back to Jungkook, still on the floor, curled up in the blankets. He helped the boy drink it, thankful the painkillers were still in effect. When that was over, he placed the cup on the ground and glanced to the door. No psychopath, and Jimin wasn't here yet. Where did he go?

Jungkook tugged at his sleeve to catch his attention, and then started typing on his phone.

Go look for Jimin

"No. You're hurt and that psycho still has your keycard." He should probably go to the police for this... But he didn't want to risk Jungkook being alone. The most he could do about this situation was to report a missing key card and call it thievery. That's probably what it would look like through the eyes of the police, anyway.

You should see Jimin

Yoongi furrowed his brows. Jungkook was really forcing Yoongi to get with Jimin... "Listen Jungkook, Jimin can wait. You're hurt and you need me."

Jimin was your boyfriend, you should make it right with him

"Y-You heard...?" Jungkook nodded. "Just because he was my boyfriend before, doesn't mean he is now. You're my boyfriend Jungkook, I love you." Jungkook looked around for a moment, rubbing the sheets nervously.

You have my permission 

"What do you- what are you saying, Kookie...?"

Go be his boyfriend again

A noise made Yoongi's head snap to the hallway. Jungkook glanced, too, his eyes wide and breath completely gone. Silence fill the air again, tension rising in their hearts. Yoongi took this as initiative to need to check it out, as much as he hated it. If that man came while they were sleeping, then they were definitely in trouble. "Stay here, Kookie." He rose up from the ground and, as dumbly as this was – without any weapon – he slowly walked to the hallway.

Jungkook was already hyperventilating when Yoongi hid in the shadows of the hall, however it was unheard in the boy's ears. Yoongi's hands sweated and he tried to be as quiet as he could as he peeked in the rooms. The first was the bathroom, but nothing. The two at the end of the hall was his bedroom, and Jungkook's. He made his way to the two doorframes, and chose to wait.

Another noise.

It came from Jimin's room.

As much as he found this somehow relieving, he wondered if it really was Jimin. He stared at the closed door, readying himself for a fight. Yoongi bit his lip and grabbed the doorknob. 

I'm as ready as I'll ever be. I will fuck this bastard up for what he did to Kookie.

He then charged in, expecting a big man in black to be there, waiting for him. Something blurred his vision before he could even register what was happening. The next thing he knew, a pink haired boy was in front of him, shoving him back.

"Jimin?!" A fist flew to the back of Jimin's head, knocking him into Yoongi's chest with a painful grunt. Whoever was in the room shoved them to the ground as they made an exit. Once they both got up, they ran to the living to check on Jungkook, but he was gone. Yoongi brought his hands behind his head, pulling his hair.

"He couldn't've gotten away that fast with Kookie – I'll go find him!" Jimin ran out of the apartment room leaving Yoongi alone. He was shaken up and scared he had taken Kookie away, but there was still hope he was still inside the house somewhere. He searched the kitchen, the other bedroom, and the bathroom, but he wasn't here. Jesus Christ, where did he go?

His phone buzzed in his pocket.

Kookie: Is he gone yet?

Yoongi stared, dumbfounded. Was Jungkook okay?

Yoongi: Where are you, Kookie?

Kookie: im behind the couch...

Yoongi ran to the living room again, this time actually looking over at the couch. It's shifted around slightly, but it was still not noticeable there was even a human being hiding behind it. Good thinking, Kookie. The boy walked behind it, seeing a little scared boy curled up and stared at his phone screen as if it was Yoongi himself.

Oh, Kookie, you're so cute.

Kookie lifted his head up and stood up to hug Yoongi. Yoongi, of course, hugged him back tightly. "You did well, Kookie. It's okay; Jimin's gone after him. He must have come when we fell asleep... I'm sorry."

Jungkook didn't care – he was happy that Yoongi was here. Although... Jimin... Kookie lifted his head from Yoongi's chest, looking at the open doorway. Yoongi looked, too, frowning when he remembered the conversation they had earlier. "Listen, Kookie..." He started, "What do you think of Jimin?"

I think... hes nice and perfect for you

Yoongi became scared. Terrified. He didn't want to leave Jungkook. "Wh-what about us? Perfect for us??" Jungkook's eyes widened. They were both silent, staring at each other, both wondering what had just came out of Yoongi's mouth.

"I-I mean...!" Jungkook placed a finger on Yoongi's mouth to shut him up. He looked down, as if thinking for a moment, before typing on his phone again.

If... jimin wants...

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 sooooooooooo yoonminkook is actually happening???