WARRING HEARTS ○ YOONMIN FANFICTION

7. REJECTION

Woo-shik called him just as he was getting ready for bed. "What did you do this time, Jimin?"

"Hey, Woo-shik," Jimin said, pulling his t-shirt off. He sat on the bed to remove his sock. "What are you talking about?"

"Yoongi called me and told me he wanted to quit." Jimin paused. "Did he tell you why?"

"No. That's why I'm calling you." Jimin removed the other sock. "What did you tell him?"

"That he's signed a contract and has to give me a good reason to break it." The disappointment in Woo-shik's voice was unmistakable.

"He's my friend, but he should know damn well that leaving patients in the middle of their recovery isn't okay without a good reason. Tell me what you did. Normally, Yoongi is very responsible and never gives up on his patients, no matter how difficult they are."

"Why are you assuming it was my fault?" Jimin stretched out on his back and looked at the ceiling.

"Are you saying you have nothing to do with it?" Woo-shik said, his voice dry as sandpaper. Jimin winced. Woo-shik had said very little to him ever since his attempt to blackmail him. Once again, Jimin felt a pang of regret.

He did like Woo-shik. It was all Yoongi's fault. If Yoongi hadn't driven him mad, he would have thought twice before blackmailing the man who was going to be the senior club doctor in the foreseeable future. It was rash of him.

"I'm not saying that." Jimin licked his lip. It no longer stung. "I'm saying that Yoongi is full of shit."

Woo-shik heaved a sigh. "Look, I'm not going to pretend to understand what's going on with you two, but I'm tired of your constant fighting. Contract or not, if Yoongi really wants to quit, I can't force him to stay. He doesn't need this job, and he took it only as a favor to me. So sort it out, Jimin." Woo-shik hung up.

Sort it out. Jimin ran a hand over his face. It was easy for Woo-shik to say. How was he supposed to do that when he didn't know what he wanted? His lips curled. All right, fine—that was a lie. He did know what he wanted. Of course, he did. He wanted Yoongi naked, on top of him and screwing him into the mattress.

A harsh laugh tore out of his throat. The problem was, he didn't want to want it. It spelled trouble. It was reckless and stupid, and Jimin didn't do reckless and stupid.

For one thing, he didn't like Yoongi. He hated his holier-than-thou, superior attitude. Yoongi looked at him as if he had him figured out, as if he could see what a worthless piece of shit Jimin was. To actually admit that he wanted Yoongi despite all of this—to actually act on those feelings (though lust had little to do with feelings)—was humiliating and cringe-worthy. Admittedly, it probably was nowhere as cringe-worthy as it must have been for Yoongi to want him against his better judgment. Jimin smiled at the thought. There was something hilarious about the situation. 

His smile slipped when he thought of another reason why this lust was very inconvenient. Yoongi was going to get married soon. Jimin would be the first to admit he had very few moral principles, but there was one he never broke: he never got involved with a married man. He would never be so stupid. Besides, having an affair with one's very male personal trainer—a very well-known personal trainer—while said personal trainer was a few months away from marrying a sports journalist was a spectacularly bad idea. Potentially a career-ending idea. He wasn't an idiot to risk his career—his life—for a fuck with a man he disliked intensely. He wasn't.

And even if he were, he'd never get involved with a married man, so the point was moot, anyway. But God...Lusting after that prick was bad enough, but now that he knew that Yoongi wasn't as indifferent as he pretended, it was a recipe for disaster. The thing was, Jimin had never been particularly good at denying himself things.