WARNING: baby mention of self-harm!! and baby language!! private message me if you ever need anything or just someone to talk to!!
part 12: airplane
*a week or so later*
The first few days after officially dating Yoongi were like heaven. It didn't matter what we were doing, we were just happy to be spending time with each other.
But as his mom's funeral grew closer...
I didn't blame him one bit even though he thought I should.
The funeral was tomorrow and we were flying in to his hometown, Daegu. I was driving us to the airport and it had been a silent ride.
The airport was pretty far from Yoongi's house so we still had about 20 minutes to go.
"Hey Jimin?" Yoongi said, so quietly that I could barely hear him.
"I uh-need a restroom."
"Okay hyung. There's a gas station up here."
We went back to the silence.
I pulled into the gas station and Yoongi got out without a word.
I sighed and lay my head on the steering wheel. I know it's not my fault but I can't help but feel like I did something wrong.
Not being able to take the silence any longer, I turn on the radio. I turn the volume up as I recognize my favorite song.
"But I still want you..."
I look out the window as I sing, getting lost in the music.
'Poor Yoongi.' I think. I look down at the scars on my wrists. 'I hope he doesn't end up like me.'
I close my eyes as I sing the last few lines. The song ends and I sigh, opening my eyes.
I turn to see Yoongi staring at me open-mouthed and I jump slightly. I never heard him get in the car.
"Jiminie...that was amazing."
"Hyung..." I feel my cheeks get warm and I look away.
"I know you said you sang in your free time but damn, I didn't know you were that good."
My cheeks continue to get warmer. "I'm not that good," I mumble.
"Are you kidding?" He takes my hand in his. "You have the sweetest voice I've ever heard."
I continue to stare at the steering wheel, trying to calm down my racing heart and burning cheeks. He notices and uses his other hand to make me look at him.
"You gotta give yourself more credit baby."
This has the opposite effect, making me blush even more and my heart beat even faster. 'Baby...'
"T-thanks Yoongi hyung."
I calm down enough to turn the car back on and get back on the road.
"If I knew you sang like that I would've had you turn the radio on a long time ago."
I smile and he keeps his hand in mine for the rest of the way there.
Yoongi and I finally get on the plane, with me sitting nearest the window.
We say nothing as we take off. I just look out the window, down at the city getting smaller and smaller.
Once we're up in the air Yoongi takes my hand and lays his head on my shoulder. I smile and play with his hair.
"Where'd you learn to sing like that?"
I shake my head. "You're still on about that?"
"It's all I can think about!"
He runs his thumb down my hand and I look at him, smiling.
"I don't know."
"Minnieee." He nudges me with his elbow and I giggle.
"I really don't know. I used to sing in school plays and stuff and the teacher just said I was 'born with a gift.' Me, Taehyung, and Jungkook all sing together at our house and stuff."
"Well your teacher was right about that." He kisses my hand and I blush lightly.
"Don't you do anything like that?" I ask, trying to change the subject.
"Sing? No. God no. I'm terrible." I laugh. "But I do rap sometimes."
"Yeah. Me, Namjoon, and Hoseok used to get together and rap and sometimes Namjoon's boyfriend, Jin, would sing."
"That sounds fun. Maybe all of us should get together sometime."
"Yeah. Maybe." There's a ghost of a smile on his face and I smile and snuggle into his side.
We hear someone sigh happily behind us and we both turn around.
There's a person sitting there, looking at us and smiling. "Sorry! You guys are just so cute!"
"Um thanks?" I say, raising my eyebrows at Yoongi, amused.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. Carry on!" With that they put headphones in and look out the window.
Me and Yoongi turn back around and look at each other. He shrugs, laughing slightly. I smile and he puts his head back on my shoulder.
"Wake me up when we get there?"
"Nahhh," I grin. "I think I'll leave you on the plane."
"Mhmm sure you will."
"I will with that attitude."
"You can't live without me." He smiles slightly.
"Yeah," I kiss his head. "You're right."
He closes his eyes and I hear a squeal from behind us.