what am i saying

au where yoongi is an underground boxer whose fights always seem to get busted by the police and this is the fourth time jimins found himself in a police station at 4 AM, sitting next to a bloodied and bruised yoongi, holding a plastic bag of ice to his cheek to stop the swelling. and they’ve only been dating a year now but jimins asked him so many times to stop fighting, just take a break from it for a while, because he’s so scared that he’s going to watch a fight that ends up being yoongis last. and just a few weeks ago jimin woke up to a panicked call from namjoon saying to meet him at jins (a med student and one of their closest friends) because yoongi lost in a fight he shouldn’t have been in anyway and after jin had finally patched yoongi’s cheek up and set two of his broken ribs, jimin almost lost it saying shit like ‘do you know how selfish you’re being?’ and ‘I’m so scared,’ and especially ‘I don’t want to lose you.’

so they’ve been in the station for a couple hours now, waiting for the police to either charge yoongi or let him go (and jimin is lowkey hoping that yoongi actually does get arrested this time because maybe spending a few nights in jail will be a wake up call for him) when-

'hey,’ yoongi says next to him, lip busted up, cheek swollen beneath the ice. 'this is the last time’

jimin leans forward, moves the ice from yoongi’s cheek to his jaw that’s already bruised. 'yeah?’

yoongi nods, rests his hand on jimins thigh. 'what you said that night at jins, you meant that?' 

'yeah,’ jimin looks at him. 'I meant it’

'okay,’ yoongi leans in until their foreheads are touching. 'and I mean this’


The FACE’s kids are to be feared

England uses that in his advantage tho

I’ll never be able to move on as long as the air between us still lingers with the possibility of a future. I’ll never be able to look for a new happiness if there’s even a chance it might be standing right in front of me.
—  it’d be easier if you’d just said it’s done.