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Part 1
The summer was over and with September the first cold winds of the autumn season were arriving, giving Yoongi the chance to start wearing long pants and t-shirts, always light but with long sleeves, replacing all those tank tops and shorts that he didn't like to see on his body, but that looked great on Jimin.
For his part the blond still didn't feel like putting aside his summer clothes, in fact even if that day was particularly cloudy and quite cool, he had decided to wear anyway some black sweatpants that divinely wrapped his butt and that fell softly up to above the knees, combined with a simple shock pink tank top with wide sleeves and that fell softly all over his tanned and trained body, completely the opposite of that of his boyfriend.
Together they looked around the room that was supposed to be the living room of the new apartment Yoongi had rented down the street, the same street where Jimin's older apartment was located, smiling contentedly at his new purchase.
Now that he had started working with Big Hit, releasing after only a month his first EP "Bout It!", he had managed to become quite famous, earning enough to be able to afford a large and spacious apartment, already furnished with decent quality furniture, but with a modern look.
The only things missing in the picture were his personal belongings and his old piano, which he would surely have put next to the brand new mixer, which he had bought with the money he had saved when he still worked at Jimin's dance school, plus the money he had earned by selling his old equipment.
Of course, even though he had started with a new job, he had no desire to stop playing at the dance school, managing to convince his boyfriend to let him still play there during classes without getting paid, not finding it necessary anymore.
«Yoongi, this apartment is beautiful!»
Jimin's eyes twinkled as he moved at a slow pace, looking at the dark wood furniture that contrasted with the white walls, surely recently repainted, then going over to the large window from which he could get a partial view of the neighborhood below.
«You are more,» the elder replied in a low voice as he approached him from behind and kissed him gently on the shoulder, hugging him and resting his forehead against the back of his neck.
The other then turned around, placing his arms around his neck and kissing him softly on the lips, without stopping smiling even once.
Jimin started to get passionate about that kiss, starting to become slower, sensual, deciding to leave those lips he loved so much just to turn around and start kissing his neck, letting his tongue linger on that salty skin while he started to rub against the other, in a silent request to deepen that contact, when two hands gently pushed him away from his chest.
At that gesture then she snapped her head up to look into his face, brows furrowed and cheeks puffed out as she pressed her lips together with hurt.
«I didn't bring you here to open the apartment, at least not now.» Yoongi then told him in a low tone as he continued to hold him at the waist, resting his forehead against the blond's, chuckling at his reaction «I have to go home and get some things and I wanted to ask you to help me out.»
«B-but aren't Namjoon and Seokjin there?» asked Jimin then, slightly startled at the idea of running into the two, as his cheeks turned a fiery red and a slight panic took hold of him.
When Yoongi had shown up at his house that day after his interview at Big Hit with that black eye, a sense of unease immediately arose inside Jimin, scared that his boyfriend would be abused by what had been described in the past as his brothers, his family.
By now it was no longer a mystery that to Yoongi his family consisted only of Jimin and Taehyung; but still it was Namjoon and Seokjin who had grown up with him and supported him, first when his father had been killed in Vietnam and then when his mother had died of a heart attack two months later, and the fact that they had turned their backs on him like that was such a blow to the boy that he spent endless nights curled up in his lover's arms sobbing and hurting from being abandoned like that.
When Jimin found out what had happened that night he hadn't thought twice about begging him in every way to take some of his clothes to his house and stay with him until he found an apartment of his own, not wanting to risk him being abused like that a second time.
And it was immensely satisfying when the other shyly agreed, inside scared that he might risk more beatings if he only allowed himself to stay around the two for too long.
Now at the younger man's house there was a drawer dedicated to his boyfriend's clothes, in the bathroom in the glass next to the sink there was a fourth toothbrush that belonged to him, and the last grocery shopping they had done had been paid for in part by him, just like the bills they had paid the day before. It was basically like he had moved in with them.
And of course they were both happy with that temporary situation, though aware that after only seven months in the relationship it was too soon to officially start living together.
«No, I talked to Namjoon on the phone last night and he told me that he would have the transport truck in front of the house, he's at work at this time, Seokjin still can't be alone since he's in rehab, and that's why he's out with the others in the group so they can keep an eye on him.
Then as you know he's under investigation for the murder of Mark Williams, so he's spending more time at the police station than at home. It'll just be you, me and a lot of boxes to fill.» he tried to reassure him, eventually giving him a light kiss on the forehead as he clasped his small hands between his affectionately.
Let's just say that mentioning the fact that Seokjin was being investigated for the cold-blooded murder of one of the tech tycoons, also known as a serial rapist who had kept their best friend segregated in his house for an entire month, forcing him to make porn movies without his consent, hadn't exactly calmed him down; but he knew he could trust Yoongi, and if Yoongi told him he didn't have to worry... Well, at least he was going to try.
«O-ok...»
«Cheer up, at least you'll have a chance to see my house before I leave for good. You've never been here.» said Yoongi then, this time trying to cheer him up, convinced that he would be pleased to finally be able to enter his childhood home so he could learn more about it.
In fact, the two had talked a lot in the last months, spending whole nights looking at the stars, smoking pot and telling each other their past, even the most painful part, without feeling uncomfortable while they opened up completely to each other.
Yoongi was aware of how Jimin had been abused by his father until he had been threatened with a gun, just as Jimin was aware of how Namjoon's parents had taken him into custody after both of his parents died when he was only five years old, and had raised him in the traditional way, making him speak only Korean at home and taking him with them to Daegu to visit relatives during the vacations.
Obviously they still had a lot to learn about each other, but they were getting to know each other, slowly opening up more and more each day, no longer afraid of the idea of talking openly about their feelings only to end up in some heart-to-heart discussion that, though it might result in some minor arguments, always ended with them cuddling between the sheets of the blond's bed.
«Alright then... Let's go.»
They took each other's hands and walked out of the apartment together, heading for the new used car Yoongi had purchased once he realized how inconvenient it was for him to take a cab or walk around town to run errands.
It was an old Ford Cortina 80, colored a slightly dull black in some areas. It wasn't exactly great that car, given the little aches and pains that made the driving not very smooth, he had to admit, but for a used car, paid what he paid for it, he certainly couldn't complain.
Then seeing Jimin, who got behind the wheel of it every time with that big excited smile, was enough to make him forget about all those problems he'd have to have the mechanic check, and that would cost him more money, making him feel like the luckiest man in the world.
«Do you want to drive?» he asked Jimin as he jangled the keys in front of his face, smiling contentedly when he saw the other man's face light up with joy as he took me keys and literally ran off to the driver's seat.
Still with a smirk curving his lips, Yoongi sat down in the passenger seat and lowered his visor with the mirror attached, staring at his reflection with the intention of fixing his hair with his fingertips.
Jimin during the summer had decided that having his hair bleached at home was no longer such an acceptable solution, as the blond that came out was just a platinum blond without any kind of nuance, so he had decided to have his hair done at the hairdresser's to get a more natural ash blond, with some darker highlights that almost tended to gray.
That color was so beautiful that even Yoongi had found himself getting it too, being pleasantly surprised at how light hair like that gave his pale face more radiance.
From that point on, Taehyung had started poking them about their choice, often saying things like "aw! mom and dad got their hair matched, they're such a cute couple!" receiving annoyed groans in response from the two who secretly loved being called that anyway.
As soon as the key was turned, Jimin turned on the radio, which had just announced the beginning of Toto's "Africa", and the boy immediately began to sing to the rhythm of that love song, which contained a tender confession of love that David Paich had written for his woman, and which the younger man was now dedicating to his man, also making a crystal clear laugh that came out of his lips when he turned up the volume of the radio a little and opened the window next to him, letting the air enter the vehicle and messing up his hair.
Meanwhile, Yoongi had been watching him with a small smile that barely curved his lips. It was only half past six in the evening and yet the sky had already begun to turn pink, letting a few beams of orange sunlight color the delicate profile of the boy who sang and laughed with his usual bright smile that every time seemed to kidnap him like the first time.
The blond hair, which was softly illuminated by those shades, moved untidily while the wind came in with force from the wide open window.
The sun, which during the summer had kissed his face almost every day, had sprouted some small freckles that decorated the bridge of his nose, going to spread on his caramel-colored cheeks, making him particularly attractive in the eyes of the older, who every time found an opportunity to kiss those small dots barely visible.
It was like a work of art that Yoongi's eyes never got tired of, and that every day seemed to be able to amaze him with a different shade of its character and beauty, leaving him speechless each time.
As much as he was enchanted looking at the boy next to him, for a moment Yoongi seemed to forget about his last purchase, finding himself after a few moments to hurriedly take the polaroid he bought a few weeks ago, which he now always carried with him instead of his usual revolver, determined to completely abandon the ghetto life that before seemed to be part of him.
You are right to leave. Your place is no longer here with us.
Perhaps Seokjin had spoken the truth that night.
He took a picture of him, and then watched as it slowly took color and showed in all its beauty the face, a bit colored by the reddish rays of the boy who was smiling, but still with his mouth slightly open, since he was singing with that wonderful voice of his.
He had hair messed up by the wind, which moved above his head and that, thanks to the light of the sunset, had taken a color comparable to that of honey, and his face was illuminated by a smile so wide and bright that it seemed to shine more than the sun. In short, he was wonderful.
«What are you doing?» Jimin then asked chuckling as he gave him a few amused looks, still trying to focus on the road ahead.
«I'm taking your picture.» the older simply replied to him, now too busy solving the dilemma of whether to keep looking at the wonderful picture he had just taken, or the living version of that work of art that he still couldn't believe was all his.
«That's not fair, I want a picture of you now too!»
«Jimin! You're driving! I promise once we're parked you'll take one for me, now just think of the road!» slightly panicked Yoongi replied to him as he felt the car zig zag down the not too crowded street, letting out a sigh of relief when in response he heard him reply with a simple "okay".
Jimin then focused back on the road, shifted gears and placed a hand on his thigh, barely squeezing it, letting a softer smile uncover his teeth as he said, «I'm proud of you. You're moving forward and following your path. I feel like the luckiest man in the world just to be able to stand beside you like this during this journey.»
Those words were able to cause a warm feeling in Yoongi's chest, forcing him to turn his head towards the window as a shy smile curved his lips.
«Jimin, we're not getting married, I'm just moving,» Yoongi replied then with the intention of lightening things up a bit, though inside, that speech had set him back a beat, causing him to giggle awkwardly.
He also felt good to be leaving that toxic place and those two people, who had been able to turn their backs on him at the first opportunity, making him feel wrong for what he was.
«You're putting a toxic part of your past behind you without disowning it. That's a big thing that not everyone can do.»
Yoongi squeezed his hand that was still resting on his thigh, letting a smirk curve his lips as well, bringing his gaze fixed on their intertwined fingers that looked so perfect together: one white as milk, from which some purple and green veins could be glimpsed, slightly swollen, the other with a complexion tending more towards caramel, the fingers smaller and stubby but with quite long and cured nails, with the fingers always decorated by at least a couple of rings on each hand.
One thing Yoongi had learned in the last few months was that Jimin, as much as he loved to wear rings, never put any on the ring finger of his left hand, this was because being a homosexual he could never get married one day and, as much as he himself was not very good at marriage, as a matter of principle he refused to put any other ring on that finger.
For his part Yoongi was not a great lover of rings or jewelry in particular, at most when he went out in the evening and left himself in the hands of his beloved, he always ended up with some necklace or bracelet around his wrist, which by mid-evening was already piled up in his pocket anyway because he found it annoying.
However, since one evening while smoking with Taehyung he had the holes re-made by him with a big pin, he had ended up wearing earrings every day, even if he mainly limited himself to wearing simple silver hoops or, just when he had to get ready to go out and dress a little more elegant, to pendants that made him feel particularly beautiful.
Actually he had them before, but since wearing earrings was not a very "masculine" thing, he ended up having them closed, to Jimin's displeasure.
Unfortunately, he still couldn't be open with his true identity, and even though he was known to be together with a man, he still got too influenced by the way he was judged. Fortunately, his new friends never made him feel wrong for who he was.
The car finally stopped in front of the house, now the sky had taken on much more red and orange hues and the sun rays were aimed straight at Yoongi's face, now adorned with a pair of Ray-Bans with square black lenses that left a brown shadow stretching across his face.
Jimin then turned towards him, unbuckling his belt, stretching out so he could fix his hair and send a few strands behind his ear, to show off a hoop-shaped earring to which a small chain was attached, flanked by a cross-shaped pendant.
He gently caressed one of his cheeks, then took from his hand the polaroid camera he was still clutching, leaving only the photo he'd taken of him earlier while he was driving.
«Let me take your picture.» he said as he smiled at him, pointing the lens at him.
Unlike the younger, Yoongi wasn't so fond of having his picture taken: whenever he stood in front of a lens he always felt awkward, not very sure what he should do with his face or his body, finding himself staring at the lens with a face that was anything but relaxed, and a forced smile that didn't accentuate his facial features in such a positive way.
Jimin quickly noticed how distressed the other felt now that he had to have his picture taken, so he lowered the camera and took his face in one hand, cupping his chin between his fingers and kissing him in surprise, satisfied when he felt him smile against his lips.
«What was that for?» Yoongi asked as he still smiled softly at Jimin as he lifted his glasses over his head to get a better look at him.
Immediately the blond took the picture, catching him off guard, grabbing the small square picture that was slowly coming out of the camera.
The picture that came out was really beautiful: Yoongi's face was relaxed, an amused expression lit up his eyes while he smiled with his mouth just open, this is because while the picture was taken he had just finished talking.
His blond hair was hung around the frame in a messy way and just barely exposed his forehead. A beam of orange light illuminated his profile making one of his earrings glow and giving him a particularly orangey glow, which made the pale white of his neck stand out, which was covered by a bluish shadow of a building stretching out over them.
«Wow, you turned out really well...» said Jimin with a proud smile as he admired the photograph between his fingers, looking forward to taking it home and putting it right on the nightstand next to his bed, so that every morning and every evening he would spend away from him, he could look at it and remember that beautiful moment they had just had.
«There should be a marker somewhere in the house, let's go so we can mark the date under the picture.» said Yoongi then as he handed him his picture as well and got out of the car to go get the pile of crushed boxes he had on the back seats next to a roll of scotch tape.
Jimin then got out of the car with the camera hanging around his neck and the keys clutched in his hands, shyly following him to the house he had never had the courage to enter.
He handed him the keys and looked at Yoongi as he opened the door and immediately took a step forward to go inside, then turned to Jimin to take his hand in a tender gesture to let him know he didn't have to be afraid and that no one was there to hurt them, neither verbally nor physically.
The house was small and furnished with old, worn-looking furniture: the entrance consisted only of a small hallway, adorned with a cabinet with a red glass vase on top, which at that moment reflected the sunset light, creating plays of light against the old-looking wallpaper, flanked by an empty clothes rack, where they surely left their coats every time they entered the house.
The first room they came across was the living room, a small room occupied only by a sofa and a beige couch positioned in front of a small TV with a long crumpled antenna. In front of it was a coffee table with a TV guide, a remote control and an ashtray full of cigarette butts, which clearly no one had felt like emptying.
Next to the sofa there was a dresser with a white telephone on top, flanked by a red book, where he certainly wrote down the phone numbers and on which perhaps Jimin could also find his home number.
The walls, covered with the same wallpaper found at the entrance, were decorated with several photos of Yoongi, Seokjin and Namjoon as children, and more recent photos depicting him on different occasions with different people.
To the left of the sofa, just opposite the window that was illuminating everything with that dim orange light that gave everything a more welcoming air, was the old wooden piano that Yoongi always used, flanked by a couple of large stacks of brightly colored vinyls that the boy had collected over the years.
Right next to them was a wall from which an archway could be glimpsed that led into what turned out to be a small kitchen, but Jimin didn't have time to explore, as he was dragged by Yoongi towards a corridor from which five closed doors could be seen.
«My room is the one furthest down on the right, this one is Namjoon's room,» he pointed to the door just to their right, «Opposite my room is Seokjin's, the bathroom is right next to it. That door down there is the closet,» he quickly explained as he led him towards his room.
He couldn't deny that once he entered his old room, his heart did a somersault from emotion: Yoongi hadn't entered that room for a long time, maybe too long, and everything was still as he had left it, even the bed still unmade, with the gray and black sheets completely detached from the mattress and piled in the middle along with the pillows haphazardly moved on the mattress.
«I've never been a neat guy... I just make an effort to tidy up while I'm at your place because I don't want to leave a mess around for the rest of you to clean up...» he said embarrassed as he scratched the back of his head and put the stack of boxes on the bed, motioning to his boyfriend to follow him «Babe, in the back closet you can find two suitcases, if you don't mind can you take them out? I'll start assembling the boxes in the meantime.»
Jimin nodded and did as he was asked, pulling two large green suitcases out of the closet and starting to fill them neatly with the clothes that were hanging inside the two doors, and with the ones folded in the dresser right next to him.
Yoongi didn't have a lot of clothes, in fact both suitcases were filled quite quickly, leaving the younger man surprised when he noticed that the second suitcase was filled with practically only underwear, socks and two pairs of shoes that had been thrown messily into the corner of the room, near the door.
Both of them worked silently, too concentrated to let their gaze run over those shelves that were slowly stripped of all the photos, the puppets, the trophies and the other personal effects, that while Jimin felt only a sense of wonder and novelty, Yoongi felt only a lot of melancholy and a touch of sadness, but that didn't make him lose that little smile that sometimes curved his lips while a particular memory came back to his mind.
«That's my mother.» he said at one point as he removed the last photo from his desk, showing his boyfriend a picture of a beautiful woman with delicate features, framed by a black helmet that reflected the light.
The features were pretty much the same as the boyfriend's, except for the lips and nose, which were slightly larger and differently shaped.
«I got the eyes from her...» he whispered with a note of wistfulness, letting his thumb run gently against the framed photo.
«You don't remember anything about her at all?»
«No, I was only five years old when she died of a heart attack. But at least Namjoon's mom was a close friend of hers and she often told me about how she used to be. If I'm being honest I don't miss her much, I was too young to remember her, but when I was little I would often fantasize about what she might have been like. In the end though, I always referred to Kwanghee as 'mom' since she was the one who raised me.»
Jimin said nothing and stayed looking at the photo in Yoongi's hands, keeping his gaze on those hands that carefully placed the photo on top of a box before sealing it with tape.
Jimin didn't have any pictures of his parents around the house, just an old small photo he kept hidden in his wallet that showed him when he was only six years old hugging his mother, both of them with a bright smile so big it had forced both of them to close their eyes, while next to them was a torn away figure that had to be his father.
Inside he had already forgiven his mother for not doing anything that night, he just couldn't bring himself to hate her after all she had done for him. His father on the other hand couldn't even remember his face anymore no matter how hard he had tried to remove it from his mind, finding himself hating him with all of his being for how he had treated him and forced him to run away.
***
The wall clock that was right above the piano in the room only read half past seven in the evening and the two boys took the opportunity to take a break, going to sit on the piano stool.
«Do you want to play with me?» the older asked him softly as he kept his eyes already closed and his hands in place on the ivory keyboard.
«Yoongi, you know I can't play the piano...»
«Give me your hand.» he then told him as he took his right hand and placed it on the keys, immediately explaining which ones he should press and in what rhythm.
After giving him an encouraging look, Yoongi began to play, letting a sweet melancholic symphony spread through the silent house, opening his mouth only after a while to count the time and give the cue to Jimin, who awkwardly tried to recreate that simple combination of keys that had been explained to him earlier.
That little melody he had added, however, would have to stop after a few bars and, even if he hadn't really played for long, the youngest one appreciated the way he had been made a participant, even if only for a short while, of that so sweet and delicate symphony, finding himself after a while with a relaxed smile curving his lips as he rested his head on the other's shoulder, his eyes closed while his mind traveled following those sad and melancholic notes that tried to tell a story.
After a few minutes, the last note echoed through the house, letting a deafening silence take over the room once again and barely ringing the ears of two lovers, now too focused on enjoying the magic that had just ended to say anything.
«That was beautiful.» whispered Jimin at one point as he turned to him smiling, letting his loving gaze rest in the other's equally enlightened one.
«You are more so.» Yoongi answered him, aware that that answer was always able to make him blush and lower his gaze giggling embarrassedly, making him even more beautiful and innocent in his eyes.
He lifted his face and put his hand on his cheek, then their lips gently joined in a kiss that required nothing more than their lips, which softly and delicately brushed against each other in a slow dance that, just like the first time, was still capable of making their hearts tremble with emotion.
***
Outside that house the two tall and silent figures of Seokjin and Jake walked in the bluish evening towards the house of the boy with the now black hair, both with their eyes fixed on their feet and their hands hidden in the pockets of their light jackets, moved just by the light autumn breeze that was starting to blow.
Seokjin's gaze then lifted, noticing that a car he'd never seen before was parked outside his house, and he immediately deduced it was Yoongi's, finding himself stopping on the spot.
«Jake... Yoongi was supposed to come and get his things today... I think it's time for you to start heading back.»
«Yeah...» the long black haired boy replied grimly, lowering his gaze, «I'll see you tomorrow Jin.... Take care.»
And he left, starting to walk in the opposite direction of the boy who was walking with an uncertain step towards his house, unsure of what he might be facing.
At first he thought he could just walk in and pray he wasn't confronted with some strange scene, but then he thought maybe he could try looking out the living room window first, to see if the boy, who he still remembered having black hair, was there and if he was alone.
The scene that appeared in front of him, however, was completely different from what he expected: Yoongi, who now had blond hair, was sitting in front of the piano and seemed to be playing something, while sitting next to him was the dancer.
The boy kept his head resting against his shoulder, turning it at one point to say something to Yoongi, smiling at him.
He watched as they exchanged a few sentences, not being able to hear what they were saying, then finding himself lowering his gaze in embarrassment when he saw them begin to kiss tenderly.
What was he supposed to do? He didn't really like the show in front of him, feeling almost obliged to break into that room to separate the two boys, yet he just couldn't stop thinking back to the so sincere smile Yoongi had given to the boy next to him, finding himself feeling guilty just at the idea of not being able to accept that relationship.
Finally making up his mind, he leaned his back against the wall and pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, letting his gaze settle on the street ahead of him, which was beginning to be lit by the streetlights that had just begun to come on, some of them lighting up the street intermittently as the bulb warmed up.
He watched the bluish gray smoke dissolve into the air, forming curls and abstract shapes, letting his tired mind take a break from that constant thinking about wanting to get a fix every chance he got.
He still didn't feel fully recovered, and even though his body was now completely cleansed of that toxic substance as much as he craved it, his brain still demanded more, too dependent on that beautiful feeling of numbness and confusion that lulled him into a trance-like state.
The cigarette ended far too quickly for his liking and, after letting out a weary sigh, he walked to the door, meanwhile pulling his keys out of his pocket.
Just before slipping the key into the keyhole he let his knuckles crash against the wooden surface, hoping that this way he would be able to warn the two lovers sitting in the house to stop doing whatever it was he had started doing since he had stopped spying on them from behind the window, feeling relieved when the scene that greeted him was that of Yoongi and Jimin both sitting on the floor neatly stuffing vinyls into a box.
«Yoongi.» he managed to say as soon as his gaze met that of his former friend, now standing looking at him uncertainly.
«Hey... Umh... We're almost done, all we need is this box and the piano to put in the truck, then we'll be on our way right away.»
«Sure...» the taller man scratched the back of his head awkwardly as he lowered his gaze, unable to sustain the other's.
Too many sad memories of the last days of their cohabitation had surfaced in his mind, making him feel guilty for his behavior. Maybe he could have said something else, maybe he should have used different words.
But by now, as bad as he felt, he knew there was no turning back.
«I-I'm going to go put the last box down, and bring the cart in,» Jimin then said with agitation as he walked out of the house and clutched the box of vinyls perhaps too tightly, running out of the room.
«You bought yourself a car...» said Seokjin then, needing to start any discussion with the other, trying to ignore the way that dancer was clearly uncomfortable in his presence.
«I'm still paying for it...»
«Are you coming to get it back in the morning?» he asked in a tone that was perhaps too hopeful, immediately feeling like a fool as he hoped inside that he could spend even five minutes like they used to do in the past before all that happened.
«No, I'll bring back the truck once I've emptied the packages, Namjoon told me to leave the keys in the mailbox, I'll come get them as soon as I'm done.»
They stood in silence looking at each other, both of them too uncomfortable to say anything, when Jimin made his entrance pushing with him the usual metal cart they would have to put the piano on to be able to move it.
«Oh, Jimin- do you want some help?» said Yoongi immediately as he approached his boyfriend, who was already positioning himself to lift the instrument.
«No, I can do it myself.»
And almost effortlessly he lifted him to one side and pulled him towards the platform of the cart, now stuck on the floor, then pushed him hard onto it, managing to do it faster than Yoongi used to.
With his breath still labored, he moved to Yoongi's side, timidly bringing an arm around his waist to just hold him against himself, his gaze failing to settle on the figure of the older boy right in front of them.
Jimin seemed to notice the way Seokjin was surprised by his strength, and for a moment he wanted to tell him that there was nothing to be surprised about, since homosexuals weren't all pansies with no muscles or brains, as he surely imagined, but he decided to shut up and hold himself against his beloved's body, which had moved in front of the cart's handlebars.
«Well... See you Seokjin.» said Yoongi then as he started to push the cart away followed by Jimin, who wanted to run away from that room as fast as possible, leaving only the boy in the silent room now more bare than usual, with an unpleasant feeling gripping his stomach.