short drabbles to reinspire me to write again :)

warnings: slight angst, unrequited love, open ending

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"Please don't smoke."

Jimin is at the cusp of falling to the ground begging. He leaves out the "hyung" because this is about the seventieth time he's asked. Honestly, he's not sure why he keeps trying, but every time he sees
Yoongi put that bud into his mouth, it breaks his heart. That's just the way he is.

And Yoongi is an adult. He can do whatever the hell he wants, himself wondering why he ever lets Jimin stay by his side when he knows that. he's a bad influence to Jimin. the whole smoking thing was a secret. He's not addicted (or so he believes), and he only does it leisurely--it makes him feel good.

The first time he's caught is right after they've gotten back to their place, the other five off to shower away their fatigue and sleep for a few hours before they needed to practice again. Jimin noticed Yoongi wasn't there, and he usually isn't this nosy unless it came to Jungkook or Taehyung or even Hoseok, but he had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he should make sure his hyung was okay.

When Yoongi is caught, Jimin sees Yoongi right outside with a cigarette and a underground rapper Jimin can only vaguely remember. Yoongi could practically feel Jimin's heart dropping. It's not Jimin's fault he's worried about Yoongi's health, which wasn't exactly spectacular even without the smoking.

Yoongi sighs, "I'll see you later."

He throws the bud down and crushes it, hi