Ciel [Yoonmin]

55.

"Do you want to do something? I can take you anywhere." Yoongi offered.

Jimin shook his head no and kept staring ahead. The air was much warmer now and he could see the leafless trees slowly start to blossom.

He was sitting on a chair by his balcony while Yoongi stood behind him. He wanted Jimin to enjoy himself, at least a little.

The only things they ever did now was sit in silence. Which was fine as long as he was by Jimin's side.
But to Jimin, this didn't seem as pleasant. His eyes were filled with anger and sadness. Something he couldn't repair from morning to night.

It would take time and patience. Yoongi could ask for forgiveness for a million years and that still wouldn't be enough. He bawled his fists furious at their fate.

He wondered if he would've declined Taehyung's dad job offer if he would've met Jimin under different circumstances. Maybe his obstacle would've been fighting with Yuta for his love.

Which was still a difficult situation, but compared to their current one it seemed effortless.

"Do you want me to resign as your guard?" His voice was quiet. It still caught Jimin off guard because he could see him tense up and hold the chair tightly until his knuckles turned white.

"Are you bored of me again dog?" He fumed.

"Jimin—"

"Am I no longer interesting to you since you got what every man ever wants from me?" He argued with his face turning bright red.

Yoongi walked in front of him and leaned over to his height. "Jimin, you know that's not true." He said softly.

In the back of his head he could feel the doubt creeping in. What if a guard from down saw them here in the open balcony? He pushed that idea of the side and kept himself there.

"You said it yourself. You don't want me. You want to discard me like a broken toy."

"I never...I don't want to stop being your guard." He wanted to talk to him and tell him everything. It just wasn't the time or place.

"Then why do you ask such a stupid question?" He crowed with fury.

He leaned closer until their noses were centimeters away. Jimin's face turned a bright pink. His sweet breath breezed over his lips and that made him melt into a puddle. A love puddle.

"I just want to make sure you're okay with me here. I know I've hurt you a lot and I can't expect to come back and let everything go back to normal. I just want you to tell me that you're okay with this."

His low voice was soothing to his lips. It was a melody to his ears. Everything about him, his face, his lips, his eyes.

Min Yoongi was a fucking masterpiece.

One that Jimin would never get tired of seeing and therefore his last sense of dignity got swept under the rug. He knew he had to say no and let him leave because having him close only hurt him.

It abused him. Bruised his heart and weighed him down to the point it hurt to breathe. It even hurt to function, but as he looked into his eyes everything vanished.

The worries, the hurt, the pain.

"You can be my guard." He finally said after a long moment of silence.

For the first time in a while, Yoongi's lips curved up into a crooked smile. "Good. After lunch I'm taking you somewhere."

He straightened back up and resumed his spot behind him. Jimin kept swallowing the load of saliva that had puddled inside his mouth. Having Yoongi so close mesmerized him that he forgot how to do simple involuntary movements.