𝘽𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 | PJM. JJK✔

chapter 24

"And here I thought beer couldn't possibly taste any better!" Jimin yelled as he threw back alcohol from his giant golden championship cup like it was water.

The fighter rested half his weight on Yoongi's shoulder as he faltered down the street to the busstation. His face was beaten black and blue, he probably had a concussion, and his knuckles hurt like hell, but Jimin had come out victorious, and was currently trending on YouTube, so not a single injury he had truly bothered him.

"Yoongi did ya see me? I was on fire! That Featherweight princess was so fucking scared I could see it in his eyes. He called me short too! Well he said chort* but I understand what he meant."

Jimin felt Yoongi's hands curl around his arm a little tighter, and for some reason, the simple action gave him goosebumps.

"Yoongi..." Jimin mumbled drunkenly, looking at the man who was helping him get to the busstation without a single complaint.

It was dark outside, and for some reason Yoongi looked like he glowed.

"Are you going to wait for Hobi to get out of jail before you start to live your life again?"

Yoongi lowered his head, his Adam's apple bobbing. He seemed conflicted by Jimin's out of the blue question, but Jimin was too dizzy to feel guilty.

"I know he threw himself under the bus for you... I know robbing that old man was something you both came up with... but he wouldn't want you to imprison yourself out here when he's the one already doing time."

Yoongi pulled Jimin further on his back when the younger man forgot how to use his legs for a second.

"I think... I think he's getting himself in trouble because he wants you to see him as a lost cause..." Jimin thought out loud, words leaving his lips without a filter.

Yoongi lifted Jimin off the ground by the back of the man's thighs, using strength Jimin didn't realise the older man had.

He bit his lower lip, holding on tight. No one had touched him there in quite a while. He liked the way Yoongi's strong fingers dug into his legs. Firm and trustworthy. He wanted the man's long fingers to touch him everywhere.

"You're s-ssuch a good man Yoongi..." Jimin whispered, burying his face in the crook of the mute man's neck. "So good... and loyal... and sexy..."

Yoongi remained quiet as Jimin's wasted mind embarresed him beyond measure, but the man's cheeks flushed red, and a bashful smile grew on his face.

"Thank you for saving me from my downfall..." Jimin slurred on. "You're an angel. Has anyone ever told you that? You're my angel..."

Jimin let his lips graze the back of Yoongi's neck with closed eyes and smelled him, his dazed mind trying to imagine what it would be like to be intimate with the man. His skin was so soft and warm. Jimin wanted to touch it forever. He wanted to be held by Yoongi. To be kissed, to be cuddled, to be made love to, to be loved. He'd do anything for just a bit of love. Even if it was fake. He needed it. He needed it more than air but he could never openly admit such a thing. He was a strong man. Strong men didn't need to be held like babies.

Jimin's mind drifted into slumber before he could open his mouth and say even more embarrassing things to Yoongi, and the silent man carrying him simply smiled softly after hearing him snore.

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Jimin woke up the next day changed into a different shirt, and wrapped up in blankets without remembering how.

Everything soon became clear however, when he saw Yoongi next to him on the couch, eating toast with scrambled eggs and drinking a cup of coffee.

A simple tug up from his lips told Jimin goodmorning, and Jimin smiled back weakly, a roaring headache making him crawl under his blankets like a slug retreating into it's shell.