Ciel [Yoonmin]

27.

Yoongi walked in Jimin's room as the ending of his day shift was approaching. Still no talking, barely eating, and little effort to getting out of bed.

He did have a change if clothes and his hair looked damped. It was a good signal to see him like this. It was the little progress that put his mind at ease.

Yoongi cleared his throat to get his attention. He was laying in bed staring at the wall with his back facing towards him. Although he didn't make the effort to feel faced by his presence he couldn't help to flinch.

"Jimin?" He called quietly.

He waited and waited for a response. Jimin didn't move from the bed. The only thing that was different was his heavy breathing. Finally, Yoongi spoke up again.

"It's not healthy for you to stay in this room. You don't even go out for breakfast anymore. It's been five days and you've completely shut down. If I'm the one that's making you feel like a hostage I will resign as your guard. Chan and Sehun would be your next options. Feel free to pick the one that makes you the most comfortable. I never apologized for my behavior and I apologize for that. It wasn't my place to raise my voice at you. I crossed the line that day of the first argument. Do not worry about the call or nothing else. Taehyung will never know about it. I hope you can move past this."

Yoongi turned around grabbing the doorknob easy to walk out. His heart felt heavy at resigning. It hadn't occurred to him how involved he was with Jimin until now.

In the meantime, Jimin moved catching his attention. He turned back around to face him who was now sitting up from bed.

"You're not going to kill me?" He whispered.

Those were the first six words he'd spoken since the last argument. Yoongi's heart stupidly thumped inside his chest like a rabbit on the run. Had he desperately been waiting to hear his voice subconsciously?

"If I wanted to kill you I would've done it already. Don't you think?" He asked.

Jimin took a soft breath. Of course he was still scared about everything that had happened. The first argument, the call, the arm shooting, and the second argument. However, not having Yoongi by his side was scarier.

It's like his inner self was at battle. A part of him wanted to stay away from Yoongi. Another part wanted him close.

Yoongi observed as he continued to get up. He wore a loose white shirt and black jeans. Barefooted and messy wet hair. Imperfectly perfect.

"I want to go downstairs to Taehyung's living room."

"Okay."

Jimin walked ahead not bothering to put on shoes. Yoongi would've usually made a comment and decided not to.

When they got there, Jimin immediately headed to the shelves that held all the liquor. He tapped his finger on the pretty glass bottles trying to make up his mind.

His life was too shitty right now to be sober. A moment of tipsiness was very needed. Yoongi stood by the entrance keeping his eyes on him like a hawk.

"What?" He asked as he grabbed a random bottle and a cup. Then rushed over to the couch taking a seat and pouring himself a drink.

"You didn't eat much while ago. The liquor will probably not set well with your stomach."

"I want to be tipsy and let go of everything. At least for a moment." He mumbled taking a big gulp of the cup until he finished it.

"Understood."

"Want some?" He asked extending the bottle.

Yoongi shook his head no. "I cannot drink when I'm working."