My Best Medicine

7

Jimin looked down at the portrait he had been working on. There was something missing but Jimin couldn't place what it was. The picture he had drawn of Yoongi just didn't look right, didn't do the real person justice.
The shiver that ran down his spine didn't even register until he lifted his hand and slashed the pencil he was holding straight through the picture, leaving a dark line behind.
His body worked of its own accord as he turned the page and his hand rapidly moved over the paper.
Jimin watched, unable to stop himself, as he produced a picture of a house. It wasn't one he recognised, but he could feel the lump in his throat as he started to draw flames coming from the house. The windows, roof, everywhere was being consumed.
When the picture was finished, Jimin cried out and threw the pad of paper across the lounge, the pencil following, but he didn't feel any better. He got up and ran to his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

Hours later Yoongi returned to help Jimin through another night.
"Jimin?" Yoongi called as he closed the front door and slipped his shoes off.
Yoongi frowned when Jimin didn't answer him.
"Jimin?"
Yoongi walked further into the apartment and could here the sound of crying coming from Jimin's bedroom. He pushed the door open and found Jimin curled up on his bed, his eyes puffy and red.
Yoongi walked up to the bed and reached out touching Jimin's shoulder.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
Jimin flinched and curled in on himself more than Yoongi thought was possible. Jimin laid shaking his head, more sobs escaping his lips.
"Did... did it happen again?" Yoongi asked quietly.
"I... I want to go back. I w...was fine in there."
Yoongi sighed. That was all the answer he needed.
"Jimin," Yoongi tried as Jimin scooted away from Yoongi across the bed. "Jimin, come here."
Jimin looked over at Yoongi with his arms opened for a hug and he crawled as fast as he could manage to Yoongi, sitting sideways on his lap and burying his face in Yoongi's neck.
"P... please let me go back."
"You don't need to be there." Yoongi said quietly.
Jimin sniffed and wrapped his arms around Yoongi tighter. Yoongi just sat quietly trying to give whatever Jimin needed to calm him down.
It took about half an hour for Jimin's breathing to even out and Yoongi felt him relax in his arms.
He gently lowered Jimin onto the bed and covered him with a blanket. Yoongi pulled the bedroom door closed and let Jimin rest, he had a feeling it was going to be a long night. As Yoongi walked to the kitchen, his foot kicked something across the floor. He looked down and picked up the discarded pad of paper.
What he saw called him to the bone. He knew Jimin was a good artist but the detail in this drawing was unimaginable, it was almost like the house jumped off the page at him, that he could feel the heat of the flames that engulfed the house.
But the scariest thing by far was that he knew that house.

Jimin woke up to the smell of food filling his nose. He stretched lazily, until he remembered the events from earlier in the day.
"Yoongi?"
Jimin walked out his bedroom to go in search of Yoongi hoping he was still there.
He didn't have to look far. He found Yoongi in his kitchen, busy stirring something in a pan. Jimin was taken in by the very domestic sight before him.
"Oh, you're awake. Do you feel better?" Yoongi asked quietly.
Jimin nodded.
"Um, yeah. Thank you."
"For what?"
"For... you know... looking after me." Jimin muttered feeling his cheeks warm with embarrassment.
"I only did what you pay me to do." Yoongi shrugged and turned back to the stove. He wasn't sure he could keep on looking at Jimin without pulling him in and doing everything to Jimin he could imagine.
"Oh, yeah. Ok."
Yoongi's nose scrunched at the disappointment clear in Jimin's voice.
"Jimin..." Yoongi started as he turned round, but he found Jimin wasn't there anymore. Yoongi turned back to the stove with a sigh when he heard the shower start up.
It was becoming increasingly difficult to view Jimin as a client and not as a potential boyfriend. Yoongi recognised that he cared for Jimin far more than he did of any of his other clients, but the worry had been intensified when he had seen Jimin's picture.
The house, the burning house, Yoongi knew for sure that Jimin had never been there, so that meant that the picture was a vision and that worried Yoongi. He wasn't sure what he thought of Jimin's claims to his visions but now Yoongi could do nothing but lean towards believing that Jimin really did suffer with them.

After they had eaten Yoongi excused himself to get ready for bed. Not much had been said as they had eaten both consumed by their own thoughts and worries.
Yoongi walked into the lounge dressed in soft sweats and a loose t shirt. Jimin was staring blankly at the TV.
"Shall we go to bed?" Yoongi asked quietly.
Jimin jumped and turned to look at Yoongi.
"Huh?"
"Bed?"
Jimin nodded and rose from the sofa, heading tothe bedroom.

Yoongi waited by the side of the bed until Jimin had climbed in and got himself comfortable.
"Ready?" Yoongi asked.
Jimin nodded and opened his arms up to Yoongi.
Yoongi knew it was asking for trouble, but he couldn't stop himself from pulling Jimin to him, putting an arm around his shoulders and letting Jimin rest his head on his chest. Jimin looked so lost and broken and it was heart breaking to look at, Yoongi just wanted to give him all the comfort he could.
Jimin slipped his arm over Yoongi's waist and looked up at him, pushing up to lay his lips against Yoongi's jaw.
Yoongi clenched his jaw, Jimin was wearing resolve thin.
"Jimin..."
"I know." Jimin said quietly as he lowered his head back onto Yoongi's chest.
"Sleep. I'll be right here."
"You won't leave me like you did the other night?"
Yoongi flinched with guilt in having been found out. His fingers flexed tighter on Jimin's shoulder.
"I'll be here all night."
Yoongi was about to close his eyes when Jimin held his pinky up in front of Yoongi's face.
"Promise?"
Yoongi hooked his pinky with Jimin's.
"Promise." He said.
Jimin dropped his hand back to Yoongi's waist and snuggled deeper into the covers. It wasn't long before Jimin fell asleep, while Yoongi stared out the bedroom window at the star lit sky, the burning house clear in his mind.