Sin City | Yoonmin Mafia AU [VKook]

🔞 V for Vendetta

Hi^^

Again sorry for the delay :( But i managed to write the next chapter too so i can update next week too ^^

okay there is a wax play scene in this chapter but it's not in details because it is not the focus of the scene but I promise to write a proper one in upcoming chapters ^^

And this chapter is nothing serious. Just a bunch of Yoonmin and Taekook before things go to shit.

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As Jimin wakes up to the sounds of rattling and rustling, he is first aware of the empty side of the bed. He is sure last night Yoongi fall asleep in his arms. It took him all the one hour drive to help him at least eat half of a sandwich. The man was too exhausted to hold it himself or even keep his eyes open so Jimin had to rest his head on his shoulder and keep the sandwich close to his mouth for him to chew on slowly and if Jimin's heart hadn't been aching he would have found the sight cute but all he could think about was how much pain the older was enduring. Even when they reached the apartment, Taehyung and Namjoon had to take him inside because he couldn't walk on his own. The moment they put Yoongi on his bed, the man kept a tight hold on him and fall asleep so Jimin decided to stay the night after sending a short message to Hoseok.

Jimin frowns and forces his eyes open when he hears a surge of curse words. It's still dark though he can see Yoongi's back from across the room searching the huge wall shelf. He doesn't understand what he is trying to do. He sits up and rubs his knuckles on his eyes, waiting a few seconds for his eyes to get used to the darkness.

"Yoongi?"

The older man doesn't seem to notice so he gets up and drags his heavy feet to approach the man. He doubts it has been more than three hours since they've returned. It's still dark outside.

"Yoongi?" He calls a little louder, gently reaching to put a hand on his shoulder. "Baby what are you doing?" Yoongi's muscles tense for a few second before relaxing under his touch. Jimin can feel his tension and nerves. "Why are you out of bed?"

Jimin look at his eyes as the man turns to face him. "I-I was looking fo-for these." He sounds breathless as if he is going to hyperventilate any second and Jimin drops his gaze only to find a bunch of colorful pillar candles. It's been a long time since he's seen Yoongi with those. A month to be precise.

"Yoongi, you need rest."

All Jimin can do is watch the older as he approach the desk in the room, shoving everything on it without care with a swift drag of his arm on the surface and he puts the candles on the desk before clutching his hair at the root as if he's faced the biggest obstacle of his life. Jimin can swear he's never seen him this edgy, stressed. Even his breathe comes out ragged, labored, as if he is going to experience a mental breakdown. "I can't find the fucking matches."

"I have a lighter." Jimin suggests before starting to gnaw on his bottom lip.

"No no no, not a fucking lighter. Goddammit. A match..." He hisses and tightens his hold as if the pain on his scalp is the only thing keeping him grounded. "I need a fucking match, I nee... I need it."

"Allright, baby, Alright." Jimin says softly, eyes not living Yoongi's trembling form. "Just breathe for me and I'll find whatever you need. Okay?"

"I need it Jimin. You don't understand. I-I need it."

Finding the match pack is not hard. It's exactly where Yoongi keeps the rest of candles. So he takes it and walks back to Yoongi, grabbing his free wrist and put it on his palm. "There you go, baby."