bad day (yoonmin au)

word count: 821

jimin is a hard worker. his stunning choreography was becoming popular in the city of seoul. more dance groups want to work with him which leads to stressful decision making.

yoongi knows of jimin’s efforts and it saddens him that jimin isn’t taking proper care of himself. yoongi makes sure he’s drinking water and eating most of his meals. but the poor gray haired boy was afraid his actions weren’t enough for jimin. that he should do something for jimin. yoongi was certain something snapped when jimin came home in utter distress. he immediately put his bowl of chips down and opened his arms for the younger boy. jimin didn’t hesistate to collapse and cry into yoongi.

“h-hyung..” jimin sobbed, burying his nose into yoongi’s neck and sniffling. yoongi all but cringed at the younger’s snot. instead he rubbed jimin’s back comfortingly as to calm him down.

“shh, no pressure. just you and me. nothing else matters right now.” yoongi was a solace to jimin.

yoongi carefully scooted them to sit down at their fluffy couch, not wanting to release jimin. the shorter boy crawled onto yoongi’s lap and wrapped his arms around his neck. jimin felt so lucky to have someone to console in.

jimin continued to sniffle as he tried to regain composure. he ran his fingers through his hair- something he does when he’s overwhelmed. yoongi breathed at a slow pace and made eye contact with jimin. this was a signal for jimin to mimic his actions. the older male knows jimin through and through.

jimin and yoongi breathed together. when yoongi was sure jimin calmed down, he spoke up.

“now do you think you can tell me what happened at work today?” jimin nodded slowly and swallowed. yoongi rubbed his sides comfortingly.

“i-i have to choose between two dance groups to work with.. one that’s popular and one that’s not. the popular one will give us more m-money- which is what we need, right? more money? b-but they’re so mean to me. they criticize my work and they say it’s not good enough or the counts don’t make any sense o-or that my steps look wrong like how could my steps be wrong? i’m the one who created them how could anybody say t-that t-they’re w-”

jimin didn’t even realize that he was working himself up again until yoongi cut him off by shushing him. jimin’s sentences were over running themselves and yoongi knew there would be another round.

yoongi hugged jimin tighter and the black haired boy tightened his stomach as more tears fell. yoongi shook his head and whispered small, “it’s okay’s” and “i just want you happy’s” etc.

the whole apartment could dissipate around them but yoongi wouldn’t care- as long as jimin was still in his arms.

jimin slowly and steadily calmed down again. he bunched his sweater sleeve up in his hand and rubbed the tears from his face.

yoongi cooed. sweater paws, he thought.

“i’m sorry for the.. mess i made on your shirt?” jimin squeaked shyly, pointing at his wet tears on yoongi’s shoulder.

“do you really think i care about that right now? tears on my shoulder are a small sacrifice for your happiness.” yoongi said, smiling when jimin blushed and looked away from him.

“uh-uh,” yoongi delicately grabbed jimin’s chin with his fingers. “look at me. i seriously do want you happy and healthy. if you’re upset, you talk to me.”

jimin nodded and turned up a big grin. a stark contrast to the sad face.

“also- for me? do not work with those meanies. you’re well known! we’ll have enough money. i have a job as well. we’ll make it through together. work with people who don’t make you cry. it’s okay to alter a decision to balance your stress levels. it’s completely, totally, realistically okay.” yoongi topped his speech off with a kiss to jimin’s collarbone.

jimin could barely fathom how grateful he was to have yoongi. his protector. his light. his everything. so instead of putting his feelings into words, he pressed his lips against the older boy’s.

yoongi never hesitated to respond and placed both hands on jimin’s cheeks. the smaller boy giggled at the touch.

jimin ran his fingers through his hyung’s hair, loving how it felt. he loved how everything felt when he was with yoongi. he loved love.

yoongi trailed his hands to jimin’s waist and dragged him down to lay on top of him.

jimin finally broke the kiss and yoongi already missed his lips. jimin sat up in yoongi’s lap and rubbed his chest. suddenly his eyes flicked wide and a smile spread across his face.

“let’s have a glee marathon!!” jimin almost shrieked in excitement. yoongi could barely nod in approval before jimin grabbed the remote.

yoongi only had the options of watching glee or staring at jimin’s beautiful profile in front of him. he chose the latter. he always did.