Chapter 37

Yoongi was growing increasingly frustrated. For the past two days, Jimin hadn’t responded to any texts or calls, and despite Simone and Ethan's constant patrols, there was still no sign of him. Of course, they were still guarding Jimin's friends. They were cautious, Jimin's like a satan when he's mad.

After a long, fruitless search, Yoongi decided to check Jimin’s house one more time, even though he’d been told Jimin wasn’t there.

He moved through the house, starting in the living room and kitchen, then heading to Jimin’s bedroom. Everything seemed normal, but something didn’t sit right with him. When he reached the study, he noticed a small shelf in the corner that looked different from the rest of the room.

The shelf seemed a bit out of place. Yoongi approached it, feeling around the edges and noticing it wasn’t perfectly aligned with the wall. He pressed gently on one side, and it shifted slightly with a soft click. His heart raced as he realized it might be hiding something.

Yoongi pulled the shelf open further, revealing a hidden door behind it. It had a combination lock. Yoongi scanned the area and spotted a sticky note with the number "1987" written on it.

Without hesitation, Yoongi entered the code into the lock. The door clicked open, revealing a small, dimly lit room. Inside were various items: old files, personal belongings, and a few pieces of high-tech equipment and...

guns?

As Yoongi stepped further into the room, he saw Jimin slumped in the corner, barely visible in the dim light. His face was pale, and he was trembling uncontrollably. His lips were a sickly shade of blue.

"Jimin!" Yoongi lets out a cry and rushed over him. "What happened? Why are you here?! We've been looking for you all over! Fuck, have you even eaten yet?!"

"I-I"

"I thought I lost you again, Jimin. You scared me. I-I lost you before, you punk! I can't lose you again. Don't you ever run away like that again!" He cried to Jimin's arms. "Y-You— when you were gone, everyone was a mess, did you know that? We couldn't even laugh too hard because we feel too bad to be happy knowing you're gone! You-you disappeared for 4 years, Jimin! I-I thought you're going to leave us again." He added, punching the other's shoulder lightly as he let his body sink into Jimin's arms.

"I'm sorry, Yoongi. I was a coward back then." He stuttered, standing up slowly. Yoongi helped him stand up as they looked at each other in the eyes.

"Why are you being so difficult, Jimin? We searched for you everywhere—"

With that, Jimin hugged Yoongi tightly. "I-It's my dad. He didn't fucking show up again, didn't even answer my calls. You—you saw how happy I was when I received his text, Yoongi. It hurts, it hurts so bad..." He said, clutching his chest.

Looking at Jimin like this, Yoongi couldn't help but feel bad. "I just wanted to feel important to him. I thought... I thought if I tried hard enough, he'd notice me. But he was never there for me, Yoongi. I had to work ten times harder just to get his attention, and even then, it was never enough." Jimin let out a bitter laugh. "For once, he never showed up for my birthday. And when I came back from the States, I expected him to at least call me. And now that he did text something to me, he didn't even show up! Bullshit!"

Yoongi caressed Jimin's hair, trying to calm him down. "Let's get you upstairs, okay?"

Yoongi helped Jimin to his feet and guided him up the stairs. Jimin leaned heavily on him, his body still weak and trembling. When they reached Jimin's room, Yoongi gently led him to the bathroom.

"Take a shower, Jimin. You'll feel better," Yoongi said softly.

Jimin nodded, too exhausted to argue. He disappeared into the bathroom, and Yoongi could hear the sound of running water. While Jimin was in the shower, Yoongi prepared a fresh set of clothes for him and tidied up the room a bit.

When Jimin emerged from the bathroom, looking a little more refreshed but still fragile, Yoongi handed him his boxers as he wore him with his towel on and led him to the bed. "Sit down. I'll dry your hair."

Jimin sat down obediently, and Yoongi began to gently towel-dry his hair. The repetitive motion seemed to calm Jimin, and he closed his eyes, leaning into Yoongi's touch.

As Yoongi continued to dry Jimin's hair, he noticed Jimin watching him through the mirror, a soft, grateful look in his eyes. Yoongi smiled, trying to reassure him.

"Thank you, Yoongi. For everything," Jimin said quietly, lowering his head; his voice filled with emotion.

Jimin turned to face Yoongi, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I love you."

Yoongi's hands stilled, his eyes widening in surprise. He searched Jimin's face, seeing nothing but sincerity in his eyes.

Soon, Yoongi could feel his tears rolling in his cheeks. "I love you more, Jimin. More than you could ever tell."

With that, Jimin leaned in for a kiss. It wasn't rough, not even lustful to begin with. As Yoongi and Jimin's lips met, the kiss was gentle at first, full of unspoken words and pent-up emotions. Yoongi's hands cupped Jimin's face, his fingers tracing the lines of his jaw, while Jimin's hands slid around Yoongi's waist, pulling him closer.

"I've missed you so much," Yoongi whispered against Jimin's lips, his voice trembling.

Jimin's response was a tender, "I missed you too, Yoongi. More than you know."

The kiss deepened, growing more urgent as they poured all their emotions into it. They moved towards the bed, their bodies entwined, unable to keep their hands off each other. Jimin's fingers deftly unbuttoned Yoongi's shirt, his touch sending shivers down Yoongi's spine.

As they lay down together, their kisses became more fervent, filled with longing and passion. Jimin's hands roamed over Yoongi's body, eliciting soft gasps and moans. Yoongi's fingers tangled in Jimin's hair, holding him close as their bodies pressed together, the heat between them intensifying.

"I love you," Jimin whispered again and again, each declaration punctuated by a kiss, a touch, a caress.

"I love you more, J-ahh." Yoongi lets out a moan when Jimin sucked his right nipple while caressing him on the waist.

Jimin's lips roamed, going down to his entrance. He smirked before flipping the boy over roughly, going on all fours. Jimin licked his entrance with a long strike on his tongue. "AHH! Jimin! God that feels good!" He exclaimed, throwing his head back.

Jimin found his hand in Yoongi's shaft, stroking him while eating him out. Tears are now rolling on Yoongi's cheek at the sensation, toes curling. "J-JIMIN, f-fuck! Don't s-sto-ahhh!"

The taller puts his shaft out that was already leaking and directly putting to Yoongi's entrance. The other cried out, burying his head into the sheets. "F-fuc aah ahh ahh!" His moans got louder as Jimin thrusts in him deep and hard, still stroking the other one's cock.

Jimin, then carries the other, putting him on his lap removing his dick into him. He smirked at the poor boy who was already on the verge of cumming. "Why don't you ask Heeseung to do you?"

Yoongi glared at him as his sweat was running down his forehead. He, then smirked after. He grabs Jimin's shaft and puts it into him, riding like it was the best thing in the world. "Y-Yoongi, fuck!"

Yoongi smirked at the sight. "You like that, hyung?"

Jimin's eyes widened in shock when the older called him that. "Wh-wha-aahh!" He moaned when the other quickened his pace.

"Fuck me hard, hyung." As soon as Yoongi said that, Jimin carried him and slammed his body against the wall.

"You like this, huh?" He puts his shaft again into Yoongi's entrance, shoving it without warning which made Yoongi scream in pain and satisfaction.

"F-fuck! Ahh! Hyung!" Yoongi cried out, clinging onto Jimin's arms as the younger quickened his pace, it was like his stamina was built to fuck Yoongi's brains out.

Meanwhile, Jin, Namjoon, and Taehyung found themselves in front of Jimin's room as they could hear the whimpers and moans inside. "Yep, let's just head downstairs I guess?"

"Ahh, Jimin-ah!!"  With that, they all covered their ears, looked at each other and marched downstairs while muttering curse words.