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| Chapter 13 | 'My charming Cinderella!'

Two days after Jimin's attack, and both he and Yoongi were back at school. Yoongi hadn't seen Jimin all day and looked forward to going to BTS once again. He stepped into the room, figuring he would be the last person there, his eyes immediately searching out Jimin.

But he wasn't there. Yoongi's brow furrowed as he turned to Hoseok, who was the only one that wasn't glaring. He appeared to be utterly oblivious to it all, a goofy grin covering his face and a rose in his hand.

Yoongi got Hoseok's attention. "What's with the rose?" he asked.

"Jun-deok gave me this rose today," he sighed dreamily, swooning. "She is so beautiful. My charming Cinderella!"

Yoongi tried, he really tried, but he rolled his eyes and grimaced anyway. "That's cool. Do you know where Jimin is?"

Hoseok shook his head. "Jin said he went back home early because he was still feeling unwell."

And that was what happened for two weeks. Jimin avoided him, and Yoongi wondered what made him do so. Finally, he decided to visit Jimin. Instead of going to BTS again, he shoved his hands into his pockets and strolled out the front door, ignoring the whispers and giggles that flared up wherever he went.

As a rule, he didn't interfere with people's minds unless he had to, but now he was seriously considering it. 'This is all for you, Park Jimin,' he thought resignedly.

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Jimin did his usual thing - avoiding Yoongi - and sat at his desk in order to compose a song. He was struggled with pent up frustration, both concerning Zangling and Yoongi, that he was in desperate need of an outlet.

He was so deep in concentration that he didn't hear the ring of the doorbell or Yoongi's shouting. Not that he would have answered if he had.

-

Yoongi was worried. That was why he ducked into a bush and crept to the backyard, changing into his Zangling suit. He stood under Jimin's window for a few moments, listening for anything. He sensed a mind in his room, but couldn't be sure if it was Jimin.

Shrugging, he climbed the wall swiftly and slid through the window, landing in Jimin's bedroom as quietly as a cat.

"Park Jimin," he said. "You're quite the troublesome citizen."

Jimin's head snapped up, staring at Zangling, whose profile in the afternoon light was almost as graceful as in the moonshine. Something inside him shifted, and the world righted itself again. Another part of his mind rose to the surface as though to greet the super.

Jimin pushed it down and stood. "What are you doing here?"

"Checking on you, of course," Zangling told him. "Are you alright?"

The orange head shrugged and looked down. He didn't know. Part of him was still scared after his brush with kidnapping and the other part was resentful that Zangling had taken this long to check on him.

Yoongi cursed. He hadn't realised how distressed the orange head was getting. He thought Yoongi was a bad guy, resented Zangling for leaving him alone for two weeks after implying he would visit again soon and was struggling with trauma from the attempted kidnapping.

He drew close to Jimin and embraced him gently. Jimin put up a token struggle, but both knew that Yoongi had heard his thoughts. They stood there for a minute, Jimin's mind failing to decide whether it preferred chaos or order.

Yoongi gazed at Jimin's bright hair as the younger hid his face in the crook of Yoongi's neck, hoping there would be something he could do without revealing himself so early.