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jimin

"so he just yelled at you to get out?" taehyung asked incredulously, taking the hot mug of coffee from me. i sat down next to him, sighing.

it was after a long day of classes, and i had invited taehyung over to hang out. yoongi was still at the studio, and i desperately needed to talk to someone about what had happened the other day.

"yeah, pretty much. i just," i took a long drink and paused, "i just wish he'd let me in. you know? like, we've been living together for almost six months, and i just want him to trust me enough to open up."

taehyung thought. "well, whatever happened with his brother likely isn't something he's proud of or willing to admit."

i nodded. "you're probably right. just because i'm not as secretive about my past doesn't mean he has to be as open as me."

"speaking of, have you tried contacting your family? since you came here?" taehyung asked, shifting on the couch.

i bit my lip. "i tried sending a text to my little brother, but he never answered. i think they made him block my number."

"why don't you try from my phone?"

i looked at taehyung hopefully. "really? you think it'd work?"

"of course, why wouldn't it? here, why don't you try now?" taehyung passed me his cell, grinning.

i quickly typed in the number i had memorized, and waited as it rang.

"hello?"

"eomma?" i breathed out.

there was a sharp inhale on the other end. "jimin?"

"yes, it's me. h-how are y–"

"how dare you? what, did you think you're still a part of this family?"

i blinked, looking over at taehyung helplessly.

"i, um, i just thought–"

"don't call again. i hope i make that clear." click.

before i could do or say anything i was pulled into the warm embrace of taehyung, him soothingly rubbing my back as i cried.

"oh my god, jimin, are you okay? taehyung, what happened?"

yoongi was standing in the doorway, eyes wide as he looked at us. my hyung rushed over to the couch, reaching his hand out to stroke my hair. "what happened, jiminie?"

i lifted my teary face to look at him. "i...i..." my smaller hand shakily grasped yoongi's bigger one, squeezing onto it like my life depended on it.

taehyung looked at the two of us, pulling back and gently letting go of me. "i think i should go. i have to work tonight anyway. i'll see you in class tomorrow, jimin." 

the door clicked shut behind the brunette, and yoongi took taehyung's previous spot on the couch and cradled me in his arms, hand playing in the soft locks of hair atop my head. "talk to me. i'm here, okay? i won't say anything, just listen."

i sniffled. "o-okay. um, well i should probably start with why i m-moved to seoul. my parents k-kicked me out, because," i paused to wipe away a tear and clear my throat, "because i'm gay and want to pursue music. s-so they said they didn't want a disgrace living in their home."

yoongi clenched his fists, but remained quiet.

"and then the day we met, when i stepped outside to make a phone call, it was to my little brother. b-but i got his voicemail. i think my parents made him block my number. so today i was talking to tae, and he suggested using his phone to try to call. long story short, my um, my mom answered and told me never...never to call again. and that i wasn't part of their family anymore," i finished, swallowing thickly. my cheeks were stained with salty tear tracks and my eyelashes were wet and stuck together.

"i'm so sorry, jimin," began yoongi, hugging me tightly. "and i know pity won't help, but just know that i think you're absolutely wonderful and smart, and funny and passionate. you're going to prove those bastards wrong, you're gonna show them that you made it and don't need them to back you up. because you have me now, jimin. i'm here for you no matter what."

i smiled, my eyes crinkling into crescents as i looked up at my hyung. my heart felt light and fluttery at yoongi's words, and i didn't know what it was but something about the look in the older boy's eyes and the way his lips curled into a small smile at the corners made me feel invincible.

and so i slowly, carefully, reached my head up and softly pressed a kiss to yoongi's lips, because i didn't know what to say and in the moment, that just seemed like the only thing that could capture what i was feeling.

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