BTS One Shots {REQUESTS OPEN}

Yoonmin - Road Rash

Closing the front door, Yoongi winces and hugs himself, his entire body on fire. He winces repeatedly as he removes his jacket, catching his boyfriend's attention as he does.

"What's wrong, hyung?"

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"You sound like an injured puppy, you're not fine." the younger shakes his head as he places a hand gently on the shorter male's arm, which is pulled away a second later. "See? Now tell me what happened."

"My bike slipped and I got thrown off it. Must've been some diesel on the road or something."

"Want me to take you to the ER?"

"No, I'll be fine. Nothing looks out of place, it's probably just some road rash and a couple cuts."

"Can I see?"

Nodding, the brunet takes off his hoodie and hangs it on the same hook as his coat, revealing several red scrapes across both of his arms. There's also a cut on his right elbow, but it's not bleeding much.

"Do you want me to clean them?" Jimin offers. "It won't take long, and it should stop them hurting so much."

Yoongi nods.

The younger takes a washcloth from the linen closet. He makes his way to the bathroom and runs it under the hot tap, wrings it out, and then repeats the process with some antiseptic solution that he's put in a little bowl. "Strip,"

Though reluctant, Yoongi complies, taking off his shirt and jeans and placing them gingerly on the closed toilet seat. Knowing what's coming, he stands in front of the sink and grips it tightly, waiting for the inevitable sharp pain of the fabric touching his skin.

"Fuck," he hisses, gritting his teeth. "Yeah, I'm never getting back on that fucking bike."

"You just have to be careful," Jimin says, continuing to gently pat each part of abraded skin on his boyfriend's back using the washcloth. "But hey, at least you had a helmet on."

"Yeah, I guess that's true. Could've been a whole lot worse."

Dressing the wounds isn't half as bad as cleaning them, and soon enough, everything's done and the two of them are sitting - well, more laying - in bed together.

"Thank you for taking care of me," Yoongi says, eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of his boyfriend's fingers passing repeatedly through his hair. "I appreciate it, and I know I don't say this much, but I really love you."

"I love you too," replies the younger. "And it's alright. I like taking care of you."

"No, you just like it when I'm weak."

"You're not weak, hyung. You're just not as tough as you'd like to be. And it's alright to be sensitive sometimes."

"Yeah, I know." his eyes open again, and he sighs defeatedly. "I just... I feel like people see me as this little thing that needs to be protected, just because I'm a little shorter than most people and I tend to keep to myself. So I try and make myself seem tougher so they'll leave me alone. Hence the bike."

"Sometimes you do need to be protected, but I see what you mean. Doesn't mean you need to play to rebel against their stereotypes, just do what makes you happy. And if it's any consolation," Jimin pecks his lips and gives a little smirk, lowering his voice to a soft whisper. "I find the bike really sexy."

The brown-haired smirks back, though only half-heartedly. "Maybe tonight's not the night for that, hm? Just, y'know, cause of my back and all that."

"Suck it up, buttercup." the taller chuckles. "I'm kidding. I'm totally down for just cuddling until you feel better."