Today, We Fight | 15
Characters: Yoongi x Jimin (Yoonmin) / feat. BTS
Ratings: Mature
Warnings: Character’s Death, Blood, Gore, Violence, Explicit language ,smut, light fluff, heavy angst.
Summary: One peaceful night, Yoongi receives a strange phone call from his best friend that he’s been in love with since for awhile now. Only to get a bad news of some sort of weird outbreak that is currently spreading throughout their country. Despite the panic and terrifying encounters with an infected, lies a deep secret that revolves around them. A burden that they were force to carry as a child, through sufferings and their strong bond of love, they both seeks answers for the truth with nothing but their past to move forward and survive the dead world with six more friends that they could trust their life with.
Chapter Index
Yoongi is extremely excited, squealing to himself , having heard the news of going back home to Daegu. He couldn’t wait to be home, not that he hates it being in Busan. He loves Busan as much as he loves his hometown. Still, Yoongi is a Daegu boy.
After the phone call ended,Yoongi skips happily up the stairs to his bedroom. Humming softly as he goes to pack up all his clothes and a few belongings in a medium size luggage that’s completely covered with stickers of kumamon and cute kittens. If Yoongi had been back in Daegu, his friends would have definitely laugh ed and tease him until his face turned red because of Yoongi’s weird attractions towards cute things despite being a boy – a Daegu boy that’s well known for their toughness and masculinity .
But Yoongi wasn’t like any other Daegu boys. He's just Yoongi. Someone who is loved by his father unconditionally and spoilt to the point he could name anything he wanted in the world and he’ll get it. His friends would simply label him as a spoilt brat but Yoongi wasn’t. Even if Yoongi knew he could get anything he wants if he just asks for it, he wouldn’t. Because he’s Yoongi. His late mother would always tell him how proud she is of him. Growing up to be a great fine man, kind and considerate. Always gentle and supportive.
Even if Yoongi was only seven at th at time and was still a child, Yoongi’s already independent and could take care of himself. Never questioning his father’s intentions when he’d announce for them to move temporarily to Busan or of why Yoongi is always alone in the house most of the time.
Now Yoongi is ten, he could cook, do laundry, plays piano and take care of himself just like any adult could. His level of understanding towards everything, leveled like an adult or perhaps more – a genius.
That's the reason why sometimes Yoongi just doesn’t questioned his father – at all. Maybe Yoongi just didn’t care as long he knows that everything his father is doing is for his love for Yoongi and Yoongi loves his father too. That’s all that matters to him.
After Yoongi’s done packing his stuff. He went to his father’s room, helping him to pack despite not having told to do so. When everything’s done, Yoongi took a shower to clean himself up and get dressed so that he’s ready to go the moment his father would walk in that door.
Yoongi just knew, that they would leave the house the moment his father step foot in the threshold, so he decides to move both of their luggage near the front door - Easier access for the both of them anyways.
An hour had past and Yoongi is waiting patiently for his father while watching tv. A rerun of his favorite anime playing on it. He could feel his eyes slowly became heavy as the time passes and his mind starting to drift off back and forth. Sleep, slowly getting in on him.
Yoongi figured he could at least take a short nap on the couch and pulls a fluffy yellow blanket off the back of the couch and covers himself to the chin. His eyes flutter close , while his mind became more and more clouded with sleep as he nuzzles deeper in to the warmth of the blanket around him.
“Yoonie, wake up baby.”
Yoongi felt a gentle shake on his right shoulder, coaxing him to turn around. Rough callouses hands, brushing his hair away from his forehead. Yoongi hums and turns on his side, peaking one eye open only to see his father crouching in front of him with endearing smile on his lips. Eyes soft with nothing else but love for his one and only son.
“ appa , what time is it?” Yoongi asks groggily, sitting up and rubbing the sleep off his eyes.
“it’s half past four. - I'm sorry to wake you up baby, you must be tired waiting so long for me to come home.”
Yoongi shakes his head, yawning. “it’s okay , pa. I know you’re busy. ”
When his vision became slightly clearer, Yoongi noticed something different, squinting his eyes and immediately perk up in curiosity at the small figure , that’s hiding behind his father’s broad back.
( Jihun watches carefully on the sidelines at the exchange of both boys in silence.)
“Hey there,” Yoongi whispered, addressing to the small boy and naturally ignoring his father’s presence as Yoongi stood up from the couch, to get a better glimpse at the boy. He was standing in the middle of the living room, wearing a black coat that’s way too long on the boy’s small frame. - must be one of Yoongi’s father’s.
The boy remained rooted in place, not moving a muscle. Head hung low, looking at his feet and Yoongi notices how dirty and bare the boy’s feet are, wiggling his toes against each other on the wooden flooring. Yoongi can’t help it, his eyes carefully start to roam on the younger ’s figure .
Noticing the younger’s soft features, his small button nose. His fuller bottom lips and the squishy chubby cheeks. The way his small tiny hands balled up in a tight fist. Yoongi knew he was making the younger boy feel uncomfortable under his scrutinize gaze but Yoongi can’t seem to stop himself.
The boy was beautiful despite the purple-black bruises and bloodied cuts on his flesh. The fact that Yoongi also knew that the boy was half naked under the big ass coat and he might just be around Yoongi’s age or maybe younger by two years.
But those eyes though, the way the younger boy had looked at Yoongi under his eyelashes, it speaks a million thousand things that the boy had seen and experience. There's too many emotions swirling all at once and Yoongi could feel a slight ache to his heart for the younger.
Yoongi couldn’t even imagine what this boy had to go through in his life and how his father had managed to find him in the first place but Yoongi wasn’t going to start bombarding questions to his father and making this boy more uncomfortable in Yoongi’s presence. What he needs to do is to let the boy understand that he’s safe here and feel welcomed.
Yoongi took a step forward and was about to reach out a hand in greeting when the boy reflectively flinched and cowers a step back. His first reaction is to hug the younger and envelope him with warm embrace protectively .
Yoongi didn’t think much, not of the consequences. Despite the slight struggle from the boy to push Yoongi away at his bluntness and his father disapprove gasp,Yoongi ignores all of it.
Hugging the younger boy more tightly in his arms. Yoongi’s right hand stroking the younger’s hair soothingly and murmuring assuring words in the younger’s ear when Yoongi felt the boy shuddering in his arms. - sobbing.
“hey, it’s okay. No one is gonna hurt you. - you’re safe here. I’ll protect you from now on. - shh .. It’s alright. It's gonna be, I promise.”
Yoongi felt the younger boy slowly calms down and nodded his head. Gently nuzzling his face against Yoongi’s neck and inhaling on the flesh.The younger seems to finally settle down from shuddering as both his hands encircled Yoongi’s waist, hugging him back. Just not as tight as Yoongi’s .
Yoongi pulls away, putting both of his hands on the younger’s shoulder when the younger’s breathing seems to even out. Yoongi couldn’t stop the wide grinned that shows his gums from appearing on his face at successfully calming the younger down.
“I’m Yoongi. Min Yoongi.” Yoongi told him.
The boy looks up and simply nodded . There's a short pause of hesitance before the younger decides to speak up, a little shy with a hint of redness tinting his cheeks.
“I-I ’m Ji-min. Park- Jimin.”
“Hi Jiminnie .”
Yoongi beamed back at him but he’s taken aback suddenly and swears that he could feel the pull of his heartstrings at the sight of the younger smiling brightly back at him.
The younger’s eyes turning in to crescent moon. It was so cute and adorable, Yoongi have a hard time coping with that beautiful smile. He could never get tired of it, never.
( Jihun sighs in relieved.)
“You’re so pretty, Jiminnie .”
Yoongi didn’t realized what he’d shamefully blurted out when Jimin suddenly started giggling, faint blush reddening his cheeks. Yoongi’s own eyes became wide, hands cupping his mouth in mortification, afraid of offending the younger but the sound of Jimin’s giggles was making Yoongi feels a lot of things that his ten-year-old heart shouldn’t be feeling yet at such a young age. And here he is at ten , feeling warmth floods through his system and having butterflies in his stomach .
Yoongi was certain, at that point of time and at the age of ten. Yoongi was in love, in love with a boy that he barely knows and only had just met a few minutes ago.
He knows he should suppress his sudden infatuation towards Jimin but Yoongi can’t stop himself whenever he looked at Jimin’s beautiful features and it’ll only be more torturous for Yoongi as Jimin ages in the future, because no doubt Jimin would be more beautiful than he already is.
Everything about the younger makes Yoongi wants to protect him and keep the ball of fluff tucked away safely next to him always and Yoongi is very well aware of the risk he’s about to make when it comes to loving Park Jimin.
Whether it’s worth it or not, Yoongi would protect him nonetheless and never give up to love the younger with all his heart, even if Jimin doesn’t reciprocate it. It's fine as long Yoongi gets to see Jimin smile and laugh and knowing who's the cause of it is enough for him.
Yoongi let go of the younger, scratches a finger at his temple nervously, “um, do you–”
Jimin was looking at Yoongi expectantly and it only causes Yoongi to stutter more and flushes even redder than he already is, luckily his father spoke up, saving his messy ass.
“ Jiminnie , why don’t you get yourself cleaned up before we go?”
the deep drawl of his father’s voice catches Jimin’s attention away from staring at Yoongi’s red face and Yoongi let out a breath that he didn’t realized he was holding. He glances at his father’s face and damn that old man had a knowing smirk plastered on his face .
“A-a re you sure? - I'm not intruding or anything?” Yoongi heard Jimin speak, there’s a hint of wariness as if he’s afraid that something bad is going to happen to him.
Yoongi frowned, placing a comforting hand on Jimin’s shoulder, even though he could feel the younger flinched, Yoongi ignores it. Smiling reassuringly at the younger when their gazes met.
“you’re safe here Minnie. If you want, I can accompany you to the bathroom and wait outside while you washed up. - you can use my clothes too if you want. Is that okay?”
Jimin’s expression was unreadable, dark brown eyes searching Yoongi’s, not fully trusting him yet and the gesture itself makes Yoongi’s heart ache, not that Yoongi blames him, they did just meet anyway. Even if Yoongi wanted so badly to help the younger and be his friend so that he could make Jimin feel more comfortable around him, Yoongi just need to be more patience with Jimin and earn the younger’s trust slowly.
“Y-Yoonie?”
The sound of his name being called plus a gentle tap on his shoulder had brought Yoongi back to earth and his gaze automatically focuses on the younger’s smiling face that is slightly tinted with redness .
Holy hell, Jimin was smiling at him and shit, did he just call Yoongi, ‘Yoonie’? Yoongi’s brain short circuit for a brief moment but he quickly composed himself, praying to all the gods that the younger hadn’t notice his sudden heaty cheeks and clammy palms. Yoongi’s heart wouldn’t stop beating rapidly and his father obvious ly did notice, if the soft chuckles was anything to go by.
Yoongi mentally curses himself for being exposed easily, but hey, you can’t blame him for being weak and totally smitten by Jimin. That boy was fucking cute okay, especially that smile. Yes, that smile that Yoongi adores so much on the younger. He swears his heart did a somersault when Jimin offers his small chubby hand out for Yoongi to take.
Did Park Jimin realizes whatever he’s doing is actually affecting Yoongi? Or is this boy being just natural? Either way Yoongi doesn’t care. His fingers twitched, should he hold Jimin’s hand or should he just-
Yoongi hesitate, side-eyeing his father, hoping to get some guidance which he nods encouragingly at Yoongi and gestures for them to go ahead. Part of Yoongi is nervous, another part of him was glad that Jimin is giving him a chance and damn that small chubby fingers, it’ll look so cute against Yoongi’s slightly bigger ones.
Eventually they intertwined their fingers together, Yoongi inhaled sharply and glances at their clasp hands, he couldn’t hide the stupid grin that appears on his face. Just like he’d imagine, Jimin’s hand were so small, it seems like Yoongi is holding a 5year old.
Yoongi felt giddy just from seeing their interjoin hands, it makes Yoongi feel a lot of things he couldn’t outright say in words. He shakes his head lightly and tugs their intertwined hands, “come on, let’s go.”
He leads Jimin towards the bathroom while trying his best to remain composed and force himself to stop smiling like a ten-year-old retard kid.
“wait here.”
Yoongi halted just outside the bathroom door, pulling their intertwined fingers apart and swear to god that for the briefest of moment, he saw a pout on the younger’s lips but then it was gone as if it weren’t there at all. Yoongi blinks, it’s probably his mind playing tricks on him and decides to brushed it off.
“I’ll be right back okay.”
Jimin nods and Yoongi quickly disappears into the next room, searching for a pair of sweats, a tee and boy shorts in his closet that he purposely left behind because his luggage couldn’t fit anymore clothes.
By the time Yoongi came back out, Jimin was still standing near the door and haven’t move an inch at all. Yoongi thought it was weird cause he supposes Jimin would be showering by now but by the way the younger had looked trouble and in deep thoughts, Yoongi guesses he was just being polite not to touch anything unless given permission to.
“ Jiminie , is something wrong? - Why aren’t you showering yet?” Yoongi mentally slap himself for asking a stupid question the moment he realizes what he’d just ask.
“you told me to wait here,” Jimin responded with a confused look on his face, “and I don’t know if I’m allowed to.”
Yoongi chuckles, “of course you’re allowed to, Minnie. Why wouldn’t you be?”
Jimin’s cheeks flushes a deep red. “b-because I-”
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it so much. - here, take this,” Yoongi hands over the clothes he’d gathered for Jimin, “You can also use both of my soap and shampoo. It's the one with strawberry flavor.”
Jimin glances behind his shoulder at the said object for a brief moment before turning back again to face Yoongi shyly. “T-thank you, Yoonie- hyung.”
Yoongi swears his heart just skip a beat. Fucking hell, this is going way damn fast for him. It's only been half an hour of their meeting and this boy had already made him feel weak in the knees for the umpteenth time. Yoongi is certainly sure that one day, Jimin would be the death of him.
“anything for you Minnie.” Yoongi clamps a hand on his mouth quickly, shocked at himself for what he’d said. That wasn’t supposed to happen, he wasn’t supposed to say that. Yoongi was too busy mentally cursing himself and reprimanding that he didn’t notice the abashed smile Jimin was giving him.
The only thing he heard was the bathroom door being closed and the sound of the water hitting the tiles. Yoongi was about to leave and give Jimin space while he showers when suddenly Jimin’s head peeked out between the gap of the door, his voice sounding timid and soft, halting Yoongi’s footsteps abruptly .
“Please stay, Yoonie.”
“O-okay. I’ll just wait here till you finish.”
“T-thank you.”
Yoongi smile, watching the bathroom door closed again with a soft clicked, t he waiting game had only begun but Yoongi is already as red as tomato, especially when he’d heard Jimin’s soft content sighs as the water hits his body.
Jimin came out fully dressed in Yoongi’s clothes with his hair still dripping wet and Yoongi can’t stop smiling. Jimin seems to be drown in his clothes , since it’s a bit too big on the younger and he could barely suppress himself from cooing at him .
“Minnie, your hair is still wet. You're gonna catch a cold if you don’t dry it.” Yoongi scolds despite the gummy smile on his face a nd reached out for the towel Jimin was holding.
The slight flinched of the younger didn’t go unnoticed by Yoongi’s observant eyes and the timid mumbled of “m’ sorry hyung.” was making Yoongi feel guilty. He didn’t mean to sound like he’s mad at the younger and making him feel scared.
He’s just being his usual worry wart ass, but Jimin doesn’t know that because he doesn’t know anything about Yoongi yet.
Yoongi sighs, “why are you sorry, minnie ? You did nothing wrong and I'm not mad, y’know ?”
Jimin looks up, eyes searching Yoongi’s . A red tint coats his chubby cheeks, Jimin smiles shyly and nods his head, “I know. It’s just that – a habit I can’t stop.”
Yoongi took a step closer, right hand reaching to caress gently on the apples of the younger’s cheeks, an adoring smile on his lips.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to say sorry to the things you didn’t do wrong. - it’s best you stop that habit starting from now and only be sorry when you did something bad or wrong . Hm?”
If they say the sun was bright enough to blind your eyes then why the fuck is Park Jimin’s toothy smile is blinding Yoongi’s eyes. It takes him a few times of blinking to focus again and not feel like he’d just sold his soul to the devil himself.
What is this sorcery even?
Yoongi mentally shakes himself out of his daze and forces himself to stop making heart-eyes at the younger whenever he smiles but Yoongi couldn’t help it. It’s apparently too much for Yoongi ’s heart to handle alone.
“Y-Yoonie, Are you alright?” Jimin’s eyes became round and was curiously peering at Yoongi from under his lashes, a faint blush appearing at the tip of his ears and that image alone causes Yoongi’s heart to skip a beat.
Yoongi swallows hard and tries to calm his raging heart, taking a step back and pulls his hand away that was still caressing the younger’s cheeks and he’d accidentally causes a pout out of the younger.
This time, the pout is visible enough for his short-circuit brain to take that’s painfully obvious to Yoongi that the younger’s pout is definitely doing things to his weak heart.
He’s fucked.
Pulling away was a big giant mistake. He could see the younger’s eyes glazed with unshed tears.
Shit.
“Y-Yoonie, d-do you h-hate me?” Jimin’s voice started to crack, his lips trembling slightly.
What? No!
Why would Jimin think that, Yoongi likes him. How can he hate him if all Jimin does is making his heart thumped like a pervert. Yoongi need to act fast before his father would checked up on them for taking too long.
Shit , shit , shit .
Think Yoongi think.
Wait, no.
On second thought, he shouldn’t have to think . Because thinking takes too much time.
He should just go for it and think later. Yes, that’s much more reasonable. So Yoongi didn’t think, he just acts on it.
Yoongi grabbed Jimin’s wrist and pulls him in, crashing their bodies together in a tight hug .
“what? No, no. I don’t hate you Minnie. - I like you okay. I really like you. Please don’t cry.”
“r-really? You m-mean it? - t-that you l-like me?” Jimin’s voice was muffled by the fabric of Yoongi’s shirt and he cutely wiggles his head out of Yoongi’s chest to peer up at him. A soft smile on his lips.
“t-then, will Yoonie be my friend?”
Yoongi splutters and swears his heart just explodes right here, right now. Oh my god, why? The level of cuteness is too much. God, make it stop please.
Wait.
No scrap that, don’t make it stop. Yoongi loves this, loves this moment. Knowing that Jimin’s opening up to him and asking Yoongi to be his friend.
This is great, Jimin is starting to trust him. That’s a good sign after all.
Yoongi was smiling like an idiot now, not bothering to suppress the heart-eyes he’s giving the younger. Especially the thunderstorm in his chest. None of it matters when Jimin’s eyes is full of hope.
Yoongi nods, still smiling with his gums showing.
“of course, minnie . Anything for you. - I'll be your friend and I'll be your knight in shining armor too, I-if that’s what you want.”
Jimin giggles.
Fuck. He fucking giggles. That's it he’s gonna die soon. Yoongi’s not going to survive Park Jimin. Not at this moment or century.
“t-thank you Yoonie hyung , for wanting to be my friend.” Jimin whispers softly, burying his face and nuzzling against Yoongi’s chest.
“Yoonie feels so warm. I like it.”
Yoongi gulped and tighten his hold on the younger. His hands running up and down soothingly at the younger’s back till he pauses suddenly, feeling something wet on his fingers. That’s when Yoongi remembers something, he’s supposed to help dry out Jimin’s hair and here he is too caught up to do so.
Yoongi pulls away, hearing the younger whines at the lack of warmth from his body.
“Minnie, your hair is still wet and appa is waiting for us downstairs. We need to get going if we want to go home.” Yoongi explains, intertwining their hands again and pulls Jimin along into his bedroom.
Yoongi pauses in front of his nightstand, grabbing a soft bunny plush toy off the shelving and handed it over to Jimin.
“You can have this. It’s one of my fav toys.”
“but-”
“it’s okay Minnie, you can keep it. I don’t need it anymore and I definitely wouldn’t missed it knowing that it’s you keeping it safe for me.” Yoongi smiles reassuringly.
Jimin nods shyly, averting his eyes towards the floor and cradling the soft-toy tightly against his chest. “thank you, Yoonie hyung .”
“Your welcome Jiminie. - oh, I almost forgot.”
Jimin snaps his head up, eyes wide and curiously watching Yoongi’s .
“Your hair is still wet. Come here . ”
Jimin take a step closer and Yoongi quickly get to work and start drying the younger’s hair. Ruffling it with the towel for a few more minutes till he deems it’s dry enough for Jimin.
Throwing the towel away on the bed, Yoongi walks towards his closet again, pulling out an old yellow hoodie and a first aid kit. He could feel Jimin’s eyes watching him curiously.
Yoongi put everything on his bed, sitting down at the edge and pulling Jimin to sit next to him.
Jimin’s gaze never leaving Yoongi, curiously eyeing him silently. It should’ve bothered Yoongi but it didn’t. Knowing that the younger was silently watching him and not say a thing means a lot.
Jimin’s trusting Yoongi not to hurt him and of course Yoongi wouldn’t, not in a million years.
As the silence resumes, Yoongi takes out an ointment from the kit. His gaze flickers towards Jimin and somehow, the younger seems to understand what Yoongi wants from him.
Jimin put the soft-toy on the bed next to his tights and then he’s taking his shirt off.
Yoongi gasped, too shocked to even masked it. “Ji-Jimin, t-that’s-” But suddenly he felt angered and sad. Whoever had done this to Jimin definitely will have their own karma.
“I know, b-but it’s healing. It's not that bad as when I first got it.” Jimin mumbles quietly .
Yoongi’s gaze shoots up to meet Jimin’s, only the light in the younger’s eyes weren’t there. He looks distant for a moment and then his eyes hardened as his gaze focuses back on Yoongi.
His fingers unconsciously reaching out towards the soft-toy as if that itself could ground him back to the present.
Maybe Yoongi’s presence is helping Jimin out, making him feel much safer and even if it’s a little, part of him is glad that he could be of help for the younger.
“Minnie, it’s alright now-” Yoongi slowly reaches out, touching the younger’s shoulder gently.
“I won’t questioned you anything about it either. You can tell me about it whenever you’re comfortable or if you choose not to, it’s fine too. Yeah?”
Jimin smiled, nodding his head. “thank you, Yoonie. Thank you for being so nice to me even though we just met and for not hating me.”
Yoongi shakes his head, “there’s no need to thank me. I just feel like doing it and I like you Minnie, so please stop saying that I'll hate you, okay? - now, come here so that I can put this ointment on your bruises and bandage up those gashes.”
Jimin move closer as Yoongi had instructed and silently let Yoongi fix him up, it wasn’t much Yoongi could do since he’s not trained for this. Just known a few basics.
The ride back to Daegu is peaceful, the sun is almost up in the horizon. Coloring the sky with shades of yellow and orange. Jimin is fast asleep , his head resting on Yoongi’s lap at the back seat of the car, a fluffy yellow blanket drape around him and hugging the plush bunny tightly in his arms .
Soon Yoongi have to wake him up since they’re reaching home. Yoongi hopes that Jimin will be happier and be himself more when they get there. Hopes that it’ll get better for him and throw away all the bad past away.
What Yoongi really wished is for the younger to feel safe and not be alone anymore because now, Jimin got him by his side.
Yoongi promised to himself, no matter what would happen, they would stick together. He would never let anything hurt his precious Jiminnie and would never leave his side ever .
A/N:
Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii :)
i’m sooo sorry for the late update. Life have been giving me no time to write these days. Anyway hope you enjoy the fluff after all those intense back story of jiminie. next update would take awhile though, sighs. I’m really sorry and please be patient with me.
if you enjoy reading this fic, i wanna thank you so much. heheehe love ya (: