As Jin's lips met Yoongi's in an unexpected kiss, time seemed to stand still in the dimly lit alleyway. For a fleeting moment, their worlds collided in a whirlwind of emotions—a convergence of desire and uncertainty that hung in the air like a delicate thread.

Jin, emboldened by the intoxicating energy of the night, seized the moment with a boldness that belied his usual reserve. His heart raced with anticipation as he leaned in, his lips capturing the essence of a fantasy fulfilled—a dream he dared not admit even to himself.

For Yoongi, the sensation was electrifying, his senses heightened by the unexpected intimacy of the moment. Yet, beneath the surface, a wave of conflicting emotions threatened to overwhelm him—a tumultuous sea of desire and apprehension that churned within his soul.

As Jin pulled back, a coy wink dancing in his warm gaze, Yoongi's world spun on its axis, his breath catching in his throat as he grappled with the gravity of what had just transpired.

"Shit!" Yoongi exclaimed, his voice trembling with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty, his heart pounding in his chest like a drumbeat of uncertainty.

In that moment of vulnerability, Yoongi's instinct took hold, propelling him into action as he pushed Jin away, his pulse racing as he bolted down the darkened street, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the night.

For Yoongi, the abrupt departure was a retreat—a desperate bid to escape the turmoil raging within him, a maelstrom of confusion and fear that threatened to engulf him in its wake.

As he disappeared into the throng of revelers, Yoongi's mind raced with a torrent of thoughts and emotions, his heart heavy with the weight of unspoken truths and uncharted territory.

In the darkness of the night, amidst the chaotic tapestry of the city, Yoongi found himself grappling with the complexities of his own heart—a journey fraught with uncertainty, yet brimming with the promise of self-discovery and the possibility of love's tender embrace.

As Yoongi's bleary eyes adjusted to the dimness of their small apartment, he stumbled through the doorway, his senses dulled by the haze of alcohol and exhaustion. His body swayed unsteadily as he fumbled for the doorknob, the cacophony of his own clumsiness echoing in the stillness of the night.

With each faltering step, Yoongi's mind struggled to pierce through the fog of intoxication, his thoughts a jumbled mess of fragmented memories and blurry recollections. Yet, amidst the chaos, a flicker of concern ignited within him—a primal instinct that cut through the haze like a beacon in the darkness.

As he collapsed onto the floor, his limbs heavy with fatigue and inebriation, Yoongi's gaze swept across the room in search of his closest friend and confidant—Jimin, the ever-present companion whose unwavering support had been his anchor in the stormy seas of life.

In the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window, Yoongi's eyes alighted upon Jimin's prone form, sprawled awkwardly on the cramped couch, his slender frame betraying the telltale signs of distress.

With a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins, Yoongi pushed past the haze of his own exhaustion, his senses sharpened by the urgency of the moment. As he drew closer, the sight of Jimin's bruised and bloodied visage sent a chill down Yoongi's spine, his heart lurching with a mixture of fear and anger.

Without hesitation, Yoongi gathered Jimin's fragile form into his arms, his muscles straining against the weight of his unconscious friend. With each labored breath, he carried Jimin to the safety of their shared bed, his movements guided by a fierce determination to protect the one person who had always been there for him.

As he laid Jimin down upon the threadbare sheets, Yoongi's trembling hands brushed away the tangled strands of hair that clung to Jimin's sweat-dampened brow, his heart heavy with the weight of unspoken fears and unanswered questions.

In the stillness of the night, as Yoongi watched over his slumbering friend, a silent vow formed in the depths of his soul—a promise to stand by Jimin's side, to shield him from harm, and to never let him face the darkness alone.

And as the night wore on, enveloped in the quiet embrace of their shared sanctuary, Yoongi found solace in the simple act of caring for another—a reminder that amidst life's uncertainties, love and friendship were the truest anchors of all.

He cuddles next to the smaller boy and whispers, "I'm sorry Chim-Chim. I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you."  

As Yoongi's murmured apology hung in the air, a poignant reminder of his deep-seated remorse, Jimin's gentle smile illuminated the darkness that surrounded them—a beacon of hope amidst the shadows of uncertainty.

In the tender embrace of sleep, their shared sanctuary became a haven of solace and reassurance—a sanctuary where the weight of their burdens could be lifted, if only for a fleeting moment.

As Jimin's weary eyes fluttered open, a bittersweet mixture of relief and gratitude washed over him, his heart swelling with a profound sense of love and understanding. Despite the trials and tribulations they faced, their bond remained unbreakable—a testament to the enduring strength of their friendship.

In the quietude of the night, as they drifted into the realm of dreams, their souls intertwined in a silent pact—a promise to weather the storms of life together, to stand as beacons of light in the darkness, and to never falter in their unwavering support for one another.

And as the gentle rhythm of their breathing echoed in the stillness of the room, a sense of peace settled over them—a reminder that, no matter the challenges they faced, they would always find solace in the warmth of each other's embrace.

The next morning Yoongi wakes with a huge headache. He looks for little Jimin to help him but then sees the sorry state of his roommate. Pity, anger, and self-loathing engulf him all at once.

Jimin let out a whimper when Yoongi stirs. Although he's trying not to disturb the injured boy, he notices the involuntary wince and it's too much for the elder. He checks him up and down lifting his torn shirt only to see the nasty bruises on his ribs he did not notice last night.

"Jimin who did this to you? I will kill them!" Yoongi yells, "Tell me what happened."

"It's not so bad Yoongi," Jimin whispers pulling on Yoongi to quiet him.

"It is! Tell me! I will beat them to a pulp for daring to hurt you!"

Yoongi bends down to get his shoes and the room spins. He nearly falls on Jimin. His complexion is a little green.

"Look at you hyung. You can't even stand. I won't let you go," Jimin pleads.

"I'm fine. I just got up too quick. Tell me Jimin!"

"No hyung, if they hurt you it will hurt me more than these bruises!"

That statement is too much for Yoongi and he starts to cry. Feeling powerless, he pulls his legs up to his chest and buries his face in his hands, as he is wracked by sobs. Jimin slowly gets up for his delivery job.  He frowns since hearing Yoongi's cries is breaking his heart.

"No, you're not going. I'll do it for you," Yoongi commands determined to help him.  He roughly wipes the tears from his face and gets up. 

"But you don't know the route or the customers," Jimin says. "You're not thinking straight."

"Well, I'll go with you and carry the papers," he offers. "Let's go pick them up. "

"Okay hyung, if you want." Jimin gave him a little smile of gratitude.  He figures Yoongi will feel better if he lets him help.

"I do and I'll buy you breakfast. I have some money."

As the predawn gloom enveloped the city streets, Yoongi and Jimin embarked on their journey together, their footsteps echoing in the quietude of the morning air. Despite the heaviness that weighed upon their hearts, a sense of solidarity and determination forged an unbreakable bond between them—a bond strengthened by shared hardships and unwavering loyalty.

With each step they took, the burden of their troubles seemed to lighten, replaced by a quiet resolve to face whatever challenges lay ahead. For Yoongi, the overwhelming desire to protect his friend fueled his determination, driving him forward despite the lingering ache of his own wounds.

As they navigated the familiar streets, the rhythm of their footsteps became a testament to their unwavering unity—a testament to the unspoken promise they shared to stand by each other's side through thick and thin.

And as the first light of dawn broke through the darkness, casting a warm glow upon their weary faces, a sense of hope blossomed within their hearts—a reminder that, no matter the trials they faced, they would always find solace in the enduring strength of their friendship.

Together, they braved the challenges of the new day, their spirits buoyed by the unwavering support they found in each other's company. And as they ventured forth into the unknown, they knew that no matter what obstacles lay ahead, they would face them together, bound by the unbreakable ties of friendship and love.

I would go with you anywhere.
- Bloc Party