Opposites Attract | Yoonmin

Chapter 24

Yoongi POV

"Jimin, you're gonna create a shitstorm for yourself. Did you think any of this through?" I ask, running a hand through my hair. He finally meets my eyes at this, a small frown on his face.

"I don't care, hyung. I just want answers. I- I have so many questions." Jimin murmurs. I can feel tears forming at this though, groaning in frustration.

"Jiminie, you should care. I care. You need to get the hell out of here and back to work before you end up fucking dead." I breathe out. He shakes his head at this though, seemingly still in a bit of a daze by all of this. Slipping my cigarette between my lips once more to hold it, I stand up and walk over to him, not wanting him to be literally nearly killed by that damned company. Grabbing him gently by his upper arms, I heft his body back up into his feet, surprise covering his face. However, before I can begin dragging him towards the door, he's making me freeze by plucking my cigarette from my lips.

"That's no good for you." He whispers quietly, eyes meeting mine.

"Jimin, you need to leave. The amount of shit you're going to get if you're caught here is not at all what you want." I tell him, trying to get him to snap out of it. However, he only sighs at this, his head falling to my shoulder.

"Hyung, stop reminding me. Please. I-I've already gotten enough threats and warning from my manager. There's no point in me going there at this point." Jimin whispers weakly. I heart breaks immediately at this, sighing as I wrap my arms around him gently. Rubbing his back gently for a few seconds, I soon let go of him for him to sit back down. I don't bother going back over to my desk though, instead deciding to just sit down on the sofa beside him, turning my body to face him.

"Then I guess I'm all yours. As away." I murmur uncertainly, reaching my hand out for my cigarette. He frowns at me though, shaking his head at me before stubbing it out against his jeans and tossing it into the trash. I frown at that, not particularly thrilled by his actions.

"You're not getting that back and you're not lighting up again. Not while I'm here at least. You don't need that shit." Jimin tells me sternly, making me sigh. Pursing my lips, I reluctantly nod.

"What questions do you have for me then?" I ask, trying not to be bitter over the fact that he's somewhat restricting me from smoking.

"Why did you lie and say you were dead?" Jimin asks first, making me smile a bit.

"You were looking for Suga. Min Yoongi. He's gone. This is who I am now. Who I've been for the last seven years." I answer with a shrug. Though, he doesn't seem at all satisfied by this.

"But what do you mean by that? Why did you turn yourself into this? What happened?" Jimin asks, shaking his head at me. This time I'm frowning though.

"What exactly do you know? Before I tell you anything." I question with a small sigh. He bites his lip at this, falling silent for a moment before looking back up to me and speaking.

"I watched a video last night... It-... It explained a bit of your past, of who you are. It said which companies you worked at, for how long, your original stage name, real name, age, stuff like that. Said you'd cofounded this place, and there were some speculations as to what happened. The video... suggested signs of abuse from lyrics in your songs and how you were passed around companies. That was it though. Said there was no real proof of anything since you never gave a statement. Just kinda vanished and reappeared as Agust D." Jimin mumbles quietly, sounding cutely shy. I just wish what he were saying lined up with how cute he sounds.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I know I don't really have an option but to give him the full truth of it all. I just... I don't know how I'm going to be able to do it. I don't know how I can just sit here and explain it to him. It's the last thing I want to be reliving on my last day here.

"Jimin, why do you want to know all of this? Why do you wanna know what happened to Suga and all that shit so badly?" I ask, falling curious to what's really driven him this far. I watch as his cheeks dust a light pink though, running a hand through his hair lightly.

"You were my idol. You inspired me so much when I was younger. I wanted to do all the things you did with performing and dancing and everything. You were the reason why I got into the industry."