(unedited. if there's a typo please don't be afraid to point it out <(￣︶￣)>)

Narrator's POV

The two sat silently, arms wrapped securely and comfortingly around one another. For the second time this morning, and rightfully so, Park Jimin had hot tears streaming down his face. His hushed pain and feelings breaking through the cracked and worn down barricades created by hate.

The silent sobs breaking the both of them, yet creating an environment, a safe space if you will, for Jimin to express emotions that are often kept secret. Even without words, Yoongi had consoled him with rubbing small circles on his back.

He just couldn't hold back the tears. Overwhelmed with everything, all he could possibly do is cry. Yoongi's guilt ridden face was hidden from the models view as he cursed and blamed himself for the recent string of events.

If only I left him alone.

If only I was there.

If only I explained.

If only I could've done something.

If only I could fix this.

If only I could make this better now.

The elder of the two could go on and on about the 'what if's' and 'if only's', but it won't change anything now. In a void of silence, the terrifying and sorrowful thoughts screamed louder than anything else. Jimin sniffed and pulled back, not looking at the ravenette.

They say that the eyes are the window to one's soul. If that was in fact true, then Jimin's windows are broken and shattered. There wasn't a single light in his eyes. Nothing. Not even a glimmer. He was so dim, his flame extinguished by the very man he claimed to love. A man who used and abused him. A man who is toxic.

Yoongi had been shown pictures of Jimin multiple times. From his modeling photo shoots and from Jisoo's social medias. He no longer wore the bright, eye-crinkling smile. Instead, had a painful expression. Eyebrows drawn together and lips pursed, attempting to not make a sound. Full of despair and loneliness.

In front of the flashing cameras, he appeared well put together, joyful and stable. Yet, unraveling in front of the CEO, the happy mask of lies was removed, revealing who he was behind the scenes. People aren't always what they appear to be.

Jimin shook and sobbed, thoughts running around his mind at thousands of miles per hour. His chest rising and falling in shorter increments of time. He pulled his feet in and wrapped his arms around himself. Yoongi couldn't watch this anymore. Tears fell down the younger's reddened and blotchy cheeks. Choked cries and labored breaths.

He felt as though his blood turned cold and thick, a heavy pulse pounding against his skull. Pressure on every surface of his body. Sick. Stomach churning, most likely from lack of food. Albeit the surrounding air was considerably warm, Jimin's hands and feet were ice cold. His trembling only intensifying.

Yoongi didn't want to appear touchy or overly helpful after Jimin had already removed himself from his arms. He just couldn't allow himself to idly sit by as the other struggled in front of him.

"Jiminie, come here," Yoongi said in a whisper as he gathered him off of the floor and carried him to the couch. He just held him, unsure of how else to be of aid. Jimin screwed his eyes shut and grabbed loose fistfuls of Yoongi's sweatshirt as he reminded him to breathe.

Panic attack. That's what Jimin is experiencing. Definitely nothing new to him, but also nothing to be ignored. The CEO reassured him constantly and let him release all of the pain that he kept bottled up. Seeing someone, anyone, in this state is truly heartbreaking.

Soon enough, the tears ceased and the shaking minimized. Yoongi looked down and saw the man in his lap sound asleep, breaths normalized and shallow. Even in his slumber he looks dreadfully sad.
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It's not headline news that Yoongi isn't a big fan of people. They're loud, full of themselves, obnoxious, annoying, and careless. But for Jimin, there's definitely an exception. He's none of the listed things. He's selfless, kind, cautious, and helpful.

Yoongi's POV

Who am I kidding? There's absolutely no way I'm going to sign a contract with him. Jimin is far too pure for this world. This entire mess is my fault. Now it's my job to protect him and nothing else.

Once I'm sure he's fast asleep, I shift him over so he would be laying down comfortably. I try my hardest to not make a sound as I search for a soft pillow and blanket. I carefully lift his head and place a plush pillow underneath it so his neck won't cramp. Then I gently spread the blanket over him.

I'm sure he'd be much more comfortable in a bed, but I don't want to risk waking him up after he fell asleep.

Shit.

I pull out my phone and read the time. I'm late for work and I'm not even dressed appropriately. I glance at the tear-stained model on my couch and send Namjoon a text. I can skip work for him.

Min Yoongi :
I won't be able to show up to
show up to work today.

I trust you'll be able to manage
things for just a day? If you need
help, I'm sure Jisoo could lend a hand.
Just don't let Tweedle Dee or Tweedle
Dumb help. I don't want chaos.

Kim Namjoon:
Yeah. I got it.

Are you sick or something?
I can ask Jinnie make you
some soup.

Min Yoongi:
No, not sick. It's kind of a long
story, but not mine to tell.
I have someone over today and
I want to keep an eye on them for
a while.

Kim Namjoon:
Well okay then....👀

Min Yoongi:
Not like that dumbass. 🤦🏻

Just don't break anything.
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I let out a long sigh knowing I will most likely have to replace a few things later. Though kind at heart, Namjoon has a sort of eternal bad luck that just breaks everything he touches. How unfortunate.

While Jimin is resting, I decide now would be a good time to make him some food. Damn. Before I got too wrapped up in flaunting my dog's pictures, I had planned to ask him what he wanted to eat.

What to make. What to make. I peer into the slightly ajar cabinets and brainstorm what ingredients I could use. You know what? I'm gonna make pancakes. Who doesn't love pancakes?

I heat up two pans on the stove and retrieve a bowl. I throw together the basic ingredients (flour, sugar, baking powder, salt, melted butter, milk, and egg [first mixing the dry, then adding in the wet]) since I'm making it from scratch of course, then add a splash of vanilla extract. After I whisk all the contents of the bowl, I set it aside as I grab the kettle tucked away near the coffee.

I carefully fill the glass kettle and set it on the stand. Once I press the button on the candle, it glows a sapphire blue. While waiting for the water to boil, I open a package of bacon and lay it on the preheated pan. I butter the other cast iron and pour in the measured amounts of pancake batter.

I reach into the pantry and search for the coffee beans and coffee bean grinder. Laboring away at the small handheld utility produces about a half cup of ground coffee beans. I empty the silver cartridge into the glass french press.

In a few minutes time, the bacon is fully cooked, pancakes golden brown and coffee brewed to perfection. I fill the milk frother and set it aside. I plate the main dish, and garnish it with sliced fruit, syrup, and sifted confectioners sugar. Add on the bacon and pour a cup of piping hot caffeine, stirring in a small amount of creamer. Lastly, I gently put the frothed milk over the surface of the liquid magic and sprinkle cinnamon on top. I look at the beautifully plated breakfast and sigh. Jin is rubbing off on me.

I made sure not to make too much food, for the fear that Jimin might not be able to eat it all. I balance the plate and drink on a tray and set it on the table in the common area where Jimin is resting.

I really want him to sleep, but he needs to eat.

"Jiminie. Wake up," I kneel down to his level and carefully shake his shoulders. "I made you some breakfast. Wouldn't want it to get cold."

He rocks his head side to side, rubbing his eyes with his small knuckles.

"no wan get up," he groans with a pout.

This is so adorable...

"Jiminie, I made you pancakes," I press. He rolled onto his side, cheek pressed against the pillow and whined,
"'m tired. Le' me 'lone."

Oh my god. This is- It's official. Park Jimin is the very epitome of adorableness.

I continued on with my unwanted wake up call until he opens his eyes.

"Good morning," I smiled at him. His bed head going every which way and lips formed in a pout.

"G'moring," he replied, still overcome with sleep.

A/N
surprise surprise! i'm late again!
i promise not to make this a habit. i'll be updating on fridays from now on i think.