Fire and Steel (4.5)
Rating: T
Pair: Yoongi x Reader x Jimin (poly relationship)
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Summary: One likes fire, the other likes blades. You like them both
Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four |
Gif found on Google
Gonna start this one by explaining that I went back and made some adjustments to other chapters so that the timeline of this would make a little more sense with this chapter. This is a flashback that I wanted to write because it gives some context to things to come, not to mention it’s always a little fun to learn about fetus days of characters.
There will also be a trigger warning of self-harm in this chapter, and the beginning and end of it will be marked.
It was a cool evening, the sun almost down beyond the small number of trees that surrounded the area around the cabin while you and Jimin were sitting around a fire pit.
You were 16 at the time, around finals week, so it was nice to have nights like this when you got the chance to relax instead of focusing on your studies.
However, it was also nights like this that made you miss the way things used to be. After many years of being inseparable as a trio, Yoongi had up and disappeared, his mom telling both you and Jimin that he hasn't been in the mood to be around people, so neither of you bothered him.
You hummed, looking up to the man across the fire pit, a loud giggle escaping him as he threw dry pine needles onto the fire, the thin strands crackling and the flames growing larger, puffs of smoke filling the air around the both of you; the heat becoming almost overwhelming.
"So I heard Jiyoung confessed to you today."
Your sudden talking seemed to catch him off guard, his head jerking to look at you. "Huh?"
Jiyoung. I heard she confessed?"
He grunted and grabbed his stick, poking it into the now settling flames. "Yeah. Told her I'd think about it. Probably going to tell her I can't on Monday..."
You pursed your lips, sitting closer to the edge of the log you'd pulled over. "Why not? Got someone else you're interested in?" you asked teasingly.
His cheeks instantly grew red. "Shut up..." he mumbled.
That caught your attention. "Wait, do you really? Is it someone I know?"
He nodded.
“Is it a girl from school?”
His expression changed, instantly shaking his head.
Now you were confused. “But Jimin, I don’t know any other girls besides the ones from our school...”
He looked at you, not saying anything for a moment before biting his lip. “Please don’t tell anyone...”
It took a while for you to realize what he was talking about, eyes widening in surprise. “Wait...Jimin, is it not a girl?”
The look on his face told you everything.
However, you didn’t want him to feel ashamed, at least not around you. “Is he from our school?”
“Yeah.”
“Is he in our grade?”
“No...”
You were right back to being confused. “Have you talked to him before? We never really talk to people in other grades.”
“Yeah...haven’t in a while but we used to all the time. Kinda miss him...”
A sad smile crossed your face, remembering your missing third link. “Yeah, I get that. I feel the same way about-”
Wait.
You looked to Jimin with wide eyes. “Is...Is it Yoongi?”
His eyes focused on the middle of the flame, looking borderline terrified. “Please don’t tell him...He’ll hate me..”
You shook your head and got up, walking to him, arms wrapping around his waist. “I won’t tell him, but he wouldn’t hate you. We all mean too much to each other for something as small as something you can’t control like your feelings to get in the way.”
He hummed, arms returning your comforting embrace. “Still...even if he wasn’t bothered by me being a guy, what kind of guy would be okay with dating a pyromaniac? What kind of person in general would?”
You cupped his cheeks, making him look at you. “Your pyromania isn’t something you can control either. As long as you keep using healthier methods like this, I don’t see the problem.”
His frown didn’t fade, bottom lip still pouted. “It’s extra baggage. Nobody wants more to deal with than they have to.”
Now you were frowning as well. “Well, everyone has their own baggage. Even I do.”
He snorted, taking his hands off your sides to wipe at the tears that had begun to form in his eyes. “What baggage could you possibly have, Y/N? You’re practically an angel.”
You were hopelessly in love with your best friends, said pyromaniac and a man that’s currently M.I.A for some unknown reason, that’s what.
However, you decided against confessing that, instead laughing softly to yourself. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.”
You couldn’t handle it anymore. It’s been over a month since you or Jimin had seen Yoongi and you were sick of worrying.
You didn't tell Jimin a thing of what you had planned when you marched to Yoongi’s house, knowing full well that his parents weren't there to stop you.
Upon arriving at his front step, you dug your hand into the potted plant next to the door and pulled out the spare key, unlocking the front door and beginning the quest to Yoongi’s room.
You knew knocking would backfire on you, and as horrible as you would feel about it if it was all for nothing, you undid your belt and jammed the small metal bit into the doorknob, jimmying it for a moment until you heard a click.
You took a deep breath before opening the door, a gasp escaping your mouth before you even comprehended what was going on.
Start of trigger warning
Blood. There was a lot of blood.
The blond didn’t seem to notice you, eyes dazed as he dragged a pocket knife across his arm, a new line of blood prickling across it. Before it got too thick, Yoongi grabbed an already bloodstained rag, wiping it away and watching as more pooled in its place.
“Yoongi?”
He jumped, quickly crossing his arm over his chest to hide his arm from you, eyes looking to you. “Y/N? What are you doing here?”
You rushed to the bathroom to wet a washcloth, moving back to the room and to the older’s side. “What the hell were you doing in here?”
He winced the moment the cloth touched the open skin, whether it was because it stung or because the rag was cold, you didn’t know. “It’s nothing...” he mumbled.
You looked up from his arm with a look that told him exactly how much you believed that.
He grunted and carded his free hand through his hair. “I don’t know...I just wanted to, and once I started, I couldn’t stop.”
You hummed under your breath, filled with worry and trying to sort out how you’d handle the situation.
End of trigger warning
You stayed the night with him in hopes that it would help comfort him before you brought him to the shack the next day, knowing that it would be a load off Jimin to know he’s okay.
As you walked forward with Yoongi in tow, hand clutched at his sleeve, you spot Jimin at the fire pit, sitting on the ground next to it and poking into the small flames with a stick.
Upon hearing your footsteps, the brunette looked up to you, eyes lighting up at the sight of the man beside you. “Oh my god, hyung!” he cried, jumping up and rushing to throw himself at the other.
The blonde dodged out of the way of his hug, looking away from him.
Jimin lifted his head to look at Yoongi, confused at the rejection, as the man would usually grunt and catch him and let him cling like a koala bear. “Hyung...?”
Yoongi kept his eyes on the ground, humming to himself. “Don’t touch me.”
You’re still not sure why he started refusing any affection or remote kindness from Jimin but you could tell how much of a toll it took on the younger.
That ended up being what almost severed one side of your friendship-since-childhood. Yoongi continued to push Jimin away and after a while of trying to reach him, Jimin grew more and more angry with him, his romantic feelings soon turning to almost hatred.
It was heartbreaking, really. Jimin’s strange philia brought forward an openmindedness and understanding, while Yoongi’s brought about anger and walls.
Something you really hoped to change.
