Jimin gasps as his body roughly hits the cold ground. His mind is swirling and it takes a bit until he registers what just happens.

Frantically, he looks around for any sign of the bag, scooping up on his knees to be able to search better. When he realizes it's gone for good, he sighs heavily and lets his head fall in defeat.

He tugs his arms to his chest for some slight protection and crunches more towards the ground in the fetal position. A tear hits right in front of his knee. Jimin stares for a second at the place it wet before letting out a pained sob.

"Yoon-", he whispers inaudibly, a wrecking sob cutting him off, "please."

He continues sitting this way, not caring about any people passing and seeing him at his worst. He wants the bed warm back at the rectory, he wants to see Yoongi sitting at the other side of the table while breakfast, lunch and dinner is served. He wishes to feel safe and certain again.

They do say you don't fully know what you have until you lose it.

Jimin suddenly stirs when a cling is hear right next to his ear. He sees a silver coin and above him towers a woman. She is smiling softly and mentions towards the coin shortly before rushing towards a man who is waiting for her a few meters away. He stares after them until they disappear throughout the multitude of pedestrians.

He turns to the coin and lifts it with shaky fingers - 500 won.

He wipes his face using his shirt and raises onto his legs. He has to stabilize himself holding onto the building next to him. He grips tightly onto the money and starts walking towards his initial destination- the center.

While walking, the coldness of the night is starting to get to him, goose bumps forming every now and then. Every one of his clothes were inside the bag, so he has nothing but the flimsy t-shirt he is currently wearing to protect him.

After a while, he reaches a wide crossroad filled with people and lights, so he can suppose this is the sought place.

He walks around, searching for a market to buy some food or water. He spots a 7 eleven and rushes towards it. Entering, he is surrounded by warmth and the delicious smell of food. He ignores his growling stomach and searches instead for the cheap instant noodles.

He groans when he notices the cheapest ramen package is 900 won. He snatches it from the shelf and takes it to the counter. The woman looks at him and stretching her hand to take the product from her.

He doesn't give it to her. Instead asks hopefully,

"Can we have a deal?"

"On what?" she seems confused.

"I give you 500 won now and will give you the rest tomorrow, for the ramen."

The woman shakes her head and answers him negatively.

"Please, I am begging you. I have nothing more than this."

"Then you come back when you have enough." the woman continues to reject his offer.

He turns and places the package back on the shelf, before rushing out of the market. He stops and looks around, wondering where to go next.

He suddenly remembers his phone and searches the pockets, praying silently for it to not have been left inside the bag. To his surprise, the phone is inside his right pocket. He fishes it out and notices a multitude of missed calls from an unknown number.

'Yoongi' he thinks.

He wants to tap on the number and call him to come. He misses Yoongi and it's been less than half a day since he left. But he double thinks this idea, reminding himself that he wasn't exactly a person worth of Yoongi's time and attention.

As he was debating with himself, familiar, rough arms wrap around his torso and grip with force.

"You fool."

The voice brings an overwhelming sensation over Jimin and he starts tearing up again. To think running away was his better choice and now all it caused him is sadness and tears.

He is flipped around to face the older man and the world, together with the noise of the center, seem to mute as they stare into each others' eyes.

Jimin notices the beautiful, dark eyes of the priest rimmed red, showing despair, now mixed with relief. He can only guess his show the same.

Yoongi is the first to break the eye contact, diving straight into hugging Jimin's body close to his. They are pressed so close, the younger can feel the other's rapid beating heart.

"What in Lord's name made you do this?"

Jimin can only shrug his shoulders in the tight embrace, raising his arms to also clutch to the other.

Yoongi sighs deeply and takes a step back.

"Come, baby. Let's get you some warm clothes and a bath."

He doesn't wait for Jimin before walking towards a familiar white van. Jimin remains behind, mouth agape and staring at Yoongi's retreating back.

He runs after him, mind still not clear, but happiness washing over him.

***

After stuffing himself full, he rushes upstairs to his room to take that promised bath.

As he is taking off his clothes, the door opens quietly behind him. He turns his head and flushes crimson red, becoming shy all of a sudden.

Yoongi sits in the middle of the room, wearing a curious expression, as if wondering what he should do next. Jimin suddenly wonders the exact same thing.

The older man ends up disturbing the silent, static situation. He takes off the black gown and starts unbuttoning his white shirt. More and more of his skin is seen the further down he goes, fingers not hesitating one bit.

As he lets the shirt fall onto the cold floor of the bath, both are now shirtless, staring at each other. Jimin is too busy staring at the flawless, pale skin of the older man to notice he starts opening his fly.

Moments later, Yoongi is standing fully exposed in front of the younger. Jimin hesitantly also unbuttons his jeans and tug them down.

The older goes and checks the water temperature and nods to himself when it's warm enough. Jimin gets in, after the priest signaled him to.

Yoongi takes the scented, liquid soap off the sink and sits behind Jimin's stiff figure inside the bath. The soap bottle is placed aside.

The younger jumps when cold hands cover his back and start drawing shapes, relaxing him. Yoongi takes his sweet time in touching the tan skin under his hands, enjoying the youthful feel and beauty of it.

Every touch left on his skin, leaves an addictive burn behind. Jimin fears that if Yoongi turns back to being cold and uncaring the next morning, he won't be able to cope with it.

Yoongi shifts slightly before warm lips touch his nape, lingering. His hands leave Jimin's back and instead wrap around him, bringing him onto his lap.

With this position change, Jimin is able to feel Yoongi's length onto his lower back, but doesn't do much about it. He leans back onto the priest and the grip tightens.

"I was afraid."

Yoongi's voice is frail, with a hint of hurt. The younger leans his head onto the man's shoulder, and instantly lips leach onto the exposed neck.

"Why?" their voices are low, barely audible, as if no one should hear their conversation, not even God.

"He killed himself...because of me. I thought you did too."

Jimin furrows his brows in confusion as a peck is placed onto his vulnerable skin.

"Who?"

"Seokjin."

***

[idk how to feel about this chapter, but it's longer than others and i somehow like how it is

Yoongi had a whole change of heart whoa

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