The Rejects [YoonMin][NamJin]

Chapter Fourteen

Yoongi didn't know what to do with himself after Jimin left the following day.

He gave the pretty pink boy a few of his clothes to change into, so he headed off to the bathroom.

The elder didn't have fancy, tight-fight clothes like the younger boy, so watching him enter the bathroom in figure-hugging jeans and a shirt to come back out wearing a loose t-shirt and jogging bottoms seemed strange. But good.

Jimin looked just as attractive in the more casual attire.

Yoongi's heart skipped a beat when the pink-haired boy handed him the folded-up lilac shirt, placing the bundle of fabric in his hands with a bashful smile, his cheeks matching the colour of his hair. He wanted the older boy to keep it.

Sharing clothes was nothing new to them; it was part of their everyday routine at the Choi's house.

They had so little between them that trading clothes was resourceful but also reassuring. Wearing each other's t-shirts, jumpers, and hoodies made them feel better.

The elder didn't hesitate to wear it.

Delicate lilac and soft linen wasn't his style, but, nonetheless, he accepted anyway.

When the boys headed downstairs, Mrs Kim had already prepared breakfast. Her eyes caught the unusual way Yoongi was dressed, but she didn't say a word.

Less than an hour later, the pink-haired boy reluctantly left the house. His arms lingered around the blonde in a tight embrace for longer than expected.

The elder couldn't fight the uncomfortable sinking feeling in his stomach as Jimin walked away. Every time he turned his back, Yoongi felt the same sense of discomfort and loss. Whether they were in the cafeteria or the boys hung out at the Kims, the second the younger boy walked away, Yoongi felt the suffocation creep in.

He silently shut the door and turned his back, looking down the hallway to what was now an empty household.

The blonde hadn't been alone in the house once since moving in, which felt bizarre.

There were plenty of times previously when he would return from school to an empty household, often ending up alone or with another foster kid until the adults returned.

But with the Kim family, there was always an adult in the house, regardless of the time of day. Yoongi was never truly isolated.

Maybe, it wasn't for his benefit and more for Jin, who was susceptible to emotional outbursts and couldn't handle loneliness. Whatever the reason, it made the blonde feel better in himself, more wanted.

Quietly Yoongi padded to the kitchen, fully prepared to make himself another cup of coffee and disappear into the bedroom when he stopped, hovering in the hallway before heading upstairs.

He had no idea what inspired it, but suddenly, the blonde boy didn't want to sit in the room, locked away from the world.

The bedrooms had always been a hiding place, away from fear and danger. But he didn't need to hide here, right?

Everybody kept telling him that the Kim's household was a safe place, that they were kind, gentle people who wanted to offer shelter to kids in need. Mrs Kim wanted to feed and nurture the boys in her care, and Mr Kim provided security and stability.

Surely, he could sit somewhere other than the bedroom?

Before he knew it, Yoongi was sitting at the kitchen table with a fresh cup of coffee, hunched over his notebook as he scribbled words down almost mindlessly.

The words were anything but absentminded. For the first time in years, they weren't angry or hateful.

He wasn't bitter and filled with rage. No.