#* yoongi

mxyoongi

“hyuuuuung,” was the standard opening jimin usually had on saturdays when he greeted yoongi, cute pout and all. it tended to be followed by an aggressive amount of (adorable) whining and at least some form of jimin hanging off of yoongi, whether he had his head laying in the elder’s lap or he was draped off of his shoulder like a koala and a tree branch. of course, jimin isn’t always like this-- but there’s a special jimin reserved for min yoongi, the one that’s willing to drop all of his barriers in a heartbeat and lay out his soul at any given moment without worrying about what would happen in his vulnerability. he can easily say that yoongi is, by far, the person jimin trusts more than anyone else in his life. no one else has yet to dislodge yoongi from that slot, persistent or otherwise.

today was, as expected, no different. the position of today was ‘jimin uses yoongi’s side as a pillow and plays with the frayed edges of his jacket until yoongi tells him to stop. and jimin probably doesn’t listen.’ accompanied by ‘bad horror movies play in the background that jimin isn’t paying attention to because scary things are scary and he doesn’t want to hide behind the couch out of fear tonight’.

darkness.

it’s a greedy substance, one which swallows everything around it, submerges them until they drown in nothingness. namjoon’s always been afraid of the dark-- who knew what lurked around the corner, when your eyes could not belie it’s contents?

that’s why, when the lights went out, namjoon did not go outside. he refused, clinging to yoongi and his (revoltingly outdated) flashlight for support. yoongi had complained plenty about it, but they both quieted when they heard the shouting outside, the waves of people, the sounds of a riot.

of course, they’d have to go outside, eventually. they were both hungry, and they had to get food at some point once they no longer had access to the luxury of being able to have it produced for you, out of a space in the wall.

so that’s why namjoon’s fingers are tangled into yoongi’s, careful, as he tries to dissuade him from doing exactly what they needed to do. “hyung,” he breathed out, shaky, tugging on his hand, “hyung, do we really have to go out there?” he tried for a nervous laugh-- he didn’t want to seem as scared as he really was. “we have plenty of bread to last us until the lights go back on, and i don’t think it’d be safe to go out right now.” sure, it’d quieted down-- but namjoon was still wary.