I don't deserve you | YoonMin | English

(VII) 'Mmm...' 'Mmm...' 'Mmm...'

Yoongi began to breathe heavily all alone in his house. He rushed to his bedroom and took off his clothes.

He hurried to the bathroom and opened the tap of the shower. He bit the side of his lower lip and whispered, 'Park Jimin.'

He couldn't feel at ease. He felt his erection as he breathed shakily. He pressed his hands against the wall and took a couple of deep breaths.

He said, 'What the fuck is wrong with me?' and exhaled sharply.

He exclaimed, 'Fuck it!' and wrapped his cold fingers around his hard member.

A soft moan escaped his lips. He rubbed his member for a couple of minutes.

He exclaimed, 'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' and moaned faintly. Soon, he reached his climax.

He said, 'Park Jimin, you're such a turn-on. When will I get to hear your moans again?' and sighed heavily.

He took a shower and wore trousers.

Later at night, he went to bed and pulled the blanket over him to his chest.

He whispered, 'Fuck. I want you, Park Jimin. What the fuck are you doing to me?'

To his surprise, Jimin called him. He answered Jimin's call and curled up in bed.

Over the phone.

Jimin: Hello, Kitten?

Yoongi: Ah... Why are you still up?

Jimin: Oh... Uh... I couldn't sleep...

Yoongi: It's 3 in the morning, Park Jimin.

Jimin: I know...

Yoongi: And?

Jimin: I missed you, Kitten...

Yoongi: What are you doing right now?

Jimin: I'm trying to sleep...

Yoongi: Why aren't you sleeping then?

Jimin: I told you already... I miss you...

Yoongi: Baby, listen. I'm having a hard time stopping myself from thinking about you. You should sleep now.

Jimin: You're all that I have in my mind right now.

Yoongi: Sleep. Okay?

Jimin: Okay...

Yoongi: Good night...

Jimin: Mmm... Night.

Yoongi: Bye, baby...

Jimin: Bye...

Jimin hesitantly hung up and tossed his phone on the bed. He curled up in bed and brushed his bare waist.

He whispered, 'Kitten...' in a desperate tone.

A couple of weeks passed.

On a fine Friday.

In the afternoon after class hours, Jimin sat in his car and buckled up. He called Yoongi with a smile gleaming on his lips.

Over the phone.

Jimin: Hello!

Yoongi: Mmm...

Jimin heard a lot of typing sounds.

Jimin: Are you busy?

Yoongi: Yep... I have a meeting in the evening.

Jimin: Oh... Okay. I called you to say that I'll come over today just as I told you. My exams got over today. I can't wait to meet you, Kitten!

Yoongi: Alright. I'll be back home late. Go to your flat first. Have something and get some rest. In the evening, I'll text you. You can come over.

Jimin: Mmm... Okay... I hope your meeting goes well...

Yoongi: Mmm... Thank you...

Jimin: I have sent you something. Make sure to check it, Kitten.

Yoongi: Okay. I'll check it later.

Jimin: Now... Please...?

Yoongi: Ah, fine. Wait for a minute.

He opened the notification and stared at his phone screen. His lips parted ways within a moment.

Jimin had sent a photo of him wearing black slim-fit jean trousers that had an unbuckled shiny belt on and an unbuttoned black shirt, which revealed his chest and abdomen along with his collarbones.

Yoongi felt shivers all over his body as he noticed Jimin's seductive smile in the photo. He gulped and talked to Jimin again.

Yoongi: H-hello?

Jimin: How do I look?

Yoongi: Where are you now?

Jimin: Oh, I took that photo yesterday but, I'll make sure to look the same way tonight.

Yoongi: Mmm...

Jimin: Bye, Kitten...

Yoongi: Mmm...

Yoongi hung up and inhaled sharply.

Jimin felt weird about Yoongi's demeanour and felt terrible all of a sudden. He brushed off his insecure thoughts and decided to drive to his flat first just as Yoongi said.

On his way to his house, he met with an accident. A dumper truck hit his car from the right.

He was conscious when the ambulance reached the site of the accident.

The paramedic suspected a spinal cord injury. She made him wear a cervical collar.

She said, 'Hello? Mister?'

His vitals were abnormal.

She checked his pupils and said, 'Dilated.'

He had so many tiny pieces of glass on his face and hands. Since he was wearing a turtle neck T-shirt, he didn't have glass pieces anywhere else on his body.

He slowly began to close his eyes. It wasn't like a blink and the paramedic was sure that he was losing consciousness.

She said in a high-pitched voice, 'Hello! Mister! You can't sleep!'

His lips parted open in response and his oxygen levels were becoming low. He was intubated and administered IV drips. He was rushed to the hospital by ambulance.

Unaware of what happened to Jimin, Yoongi was attending the meeting at the company.