Superheroes - 슈퍼 히어로 | BTS Fanfiction | Yoonmin

| Chapter 20 | 'Why are you avoiding me?'

"Now I have to ask, Park Jimin-ah," Min-sunbae murmured the last four syllables pointedly. "Why are you avoiding me?"

His mouth dropped open and unwanted stutters tripped his tongue. "I-I w-wasn't..."

Min-sunbae stared flatly at him, an eyebrow raised. He was shorter than Jimin, but that didn't mean that he wasn't intimidating. The bristly personality and the darkness he seemed to radiate sometimes... He didn't like it at all.

"S-sunbae, I-I—" He would have tried to stutter out an explanation, but he was interrupted by Min-sunbae lips slamming onto Jimin's. It made his stomach drop out like he was on a roller coaster, and flipped just as it did when he saw Zangling. Soft lips brushed over his, then pressed, and a nipping sensation on his bottom lip elicited a surprised sound from him, somewhere between a timid squeak and a helpless moan.

"S-sunbae," he panted when Yoongi's lips came away for a moment. "S-stop..."

His sunbae paused, his lips just brushing Jimin's and sending sparks into every crevice of his body. Jimin stared into misted eyes, eyes that not only saw him, but inside him. He shivered, and he wasn't quite sure whether it was for fear or attraction. "Why?"

"I... can't..." Jimin thought of Zangling. He wanted Zangling; not Yoongi, not Byung-Hee. He just wanted Zangling. He hadn't realised he was crying until Yoongi wiped away his tears.

The aquarette rested his forehead on Jimin's shutting his eyes as though in pain and then stepped back, though the gap between them was still smaller than it should have been. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I know you were uncomfortable with Mun-ssi, and I... I just did the same thing."

A gasp left him. Min-sunbae was apologising? What? Was he not a bad guy like he thought? What if Min-sunbae was just an innocent all along, and Jimin had been treating him like a villain? He almost groaned with horror, embarrassment and self-recrimination.

Yoongi continued, apparently heedless of his thoughts. "I shouldn't have done it, Park-hoobae, and I won't do it again." He stepped back and bowed low in apology. "I won't harass you from now on."

Jimin watched, gaping, as his sunbae walked away stiffly, and felt something like sadness. Maybe that's why he so stupidly did the first thing he thought of. He ran forward and clutched the back of Yoongi's soft jumper. It was so soft, and he really did try not to squeeze it, but failed. "It's alright. I-I forgive you," he whispered, breathing out tremulously. "Can we just be friends now... Y-Yoongi-ah?"

He felt the muscles on Yoongi's back ripple and tense more, and stepped back, afraid he had offended his more than strange, soft-jumper-wearing sunbae. His back foot had already slid back when Yoongi spun around and grasped his wrist lightly. "Don't go," he stated, though it felt like an uncertain command. "Why...?"

The confused and absent look Yoongi gave almost made him step back more, but he stayed in his spot, tensed up. His sunbae's eyes refocused on Jimin and he asked again, but louder. "Why?"

Jimin looked down. "I... don't know..." he breathed. He focused his eyes on the front of the soft jumper, absently noticing the slight impression of muscles that the jumper softened dramatically. He really didn't know. Why was he doing this? Yoongi could be dangerous, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop. He hadn't noticed until that very moment that he was irrevocably enthralled by Yoongi. That instinct he had... It wasn't because there was something wrong.

So why...!?

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Jimin's exhalation was like a caress on the skin of his neck, though the younger obviously didn't intend it to be. It took considerable control for Yoongi not to turn back and kiss him again.

"It's alright. I-I forgive you... Can we be friends now... Y-Yoongi-ah?"

'Yoongi-ah.' Never had such innocent words invoked such a profound shifting in his stomach and throat. He almost thought he would be sick because of the strength of his emotions. With a quiet breath in, he tensed up, putting every limb strictly on lockdown. He exerted every last bit of his willpower to control himself. The pulling on his jumper slackened and the warmth left him. Even with all his self-control, he couldn't restrain himself.

Before he realised he'd done it, one hand shot out and grasped Jimin's wrist. "Don't go," he heard himself say, his voice on the verge of wavering. He regained control a little, exhaled, and tried to read Jimin. It might shatter his control - depending on Jimin's thoughts - but it might help him and Jimin through the interaction.

The only problem was that Jimin had no thoughts. He couldn't feel the boy's presence of mind, nor hear even the slightest whisper. Yoongi stared at Jimin, perplexed, lost and thrilled all at the same time.

He hadn't been around Jimin all day, and had been too frustrated and jealous to notice before; perhaps that was why he was so shocked. "Why...?" he murmured, pulling Jimin closer by his wrist. The boy stumbled and brace himself on Yoongi's chest with his other hand.

Yoongi stared for a few moments until he reprocessed what Jimin had actually said. 'Yoongi-ah'. Another thrill arced through him like lightning in a storm. "Why?" he asked, more certain this time.

Jimin looked away from him, his face becoming obscured. "I... don't know..." he muttered, sounding as lost as Yoongi had a moment ago.

Despite the mystery in front of him, all Yoongi wanted to do was see Jimin's face; to see his eyes, innocent, like a deer in the headlights. But, resisting the urge to be more invasive than he had already been, he released Jimin's wrist. "Okay," he muttered, and, feeling that it wasn't enough, added, "I can wait for you to explain."

Jimin blushed harder, and the already-astronomical urge to kiss Jimin reached new heights. Hastily, he whipped around and walked away, determined not to look back, knowing that if he did, his fragile control would be lost.

It was the first time he had kissed Jimin, tasted him, and he was totally, utterly intoxicated.