Abuse [Yoonmin]

5🥀

There it was, a noisy and chaos filled classroom, Jimin, sat on the final and lonely seat, with Jungkook besides him, who was casually making fun out.

Out of sudden, the class calmed down as everyone settled on their seats, Jimin diverted his attention towards the front, seeing Yoongi walking inside the classroom

Yoongi, dressed up in a white shirt, untucked, with a black pant, hair messy and face pale, Jimin's brows narrowed seeing his pale face, but he didn't wanted to mention, reminding that they were in class

When Yoongi started teaching, Jimin's whole attention was Yoongi's slender frame, the way how shirt strained his thin body drove him crazy, sleeves tucked half-way to his elbow

The shirt were a bit revealing, which riled up Jimin's anger, but it was more a, possesive one.

The class was one hour long, stressing out everyone, - ofcourse, no one likes mathematics -, after 30 minutes, Yoongi stopped upon teaching and turned towards the students, "I will conduct a simple test in these 30 minutes. Books down, take your papers and pen"

Hearing this, some students gasped in surprise while some were neutral, Jimin clicked his tongue in annoyance, taking a paper and pen. When Yoongi started writing equations in the board, everyone started solving them

While Jimin, just doodling all along the paper, engraving the paper with his mind-blowing artistic skills, sculpturing each details, a person, unknown to his senses.

At the end of the day, the park mansion has been devoured with darkness, addressing the fallen night. Yoongi, fast asleep on the bed, dressed in a usual night dress

Jimin, seated besides him, fingers playing on the keys of his laptop, the only beam of light from the laptop had enveloped the room, making Jimin glow in the dark, like a fallen angel

Jimin's gaze diverted towards Yoongi, his expression unreadable, his eyes wandered around Yoongi's body, noting his every curves

He stopped in mid-track, finding bruises on Yoongi's pale neck, his brows narrowed at the sight, his fingers brushed off the clothing, getting a comprehensive view

The bruises were for sure done by him, somewhere, at the bottom of his heart, he felt guilt flooding through him, but the billigerent attitude gave him repudiation

Yoongi, not aware of his surroundings, still asleep, as if he was tired from the untold, silent battles.

Jimin twigged, discerning an inkling of heat consuming his finger-tips, his frown narrowed more, placing his back palm against Yoongi's neck

Scorching, as it was being flared up time to time, couldn't even explain how it was sizzling hot. His hand quickly hovered over Yoongi's forehead, placing his backpalm on them, the scorch searing his hand

His eyes widened, expression still unreadable, he never expected Yoongi to be this stoic, even after he'd knew that a long term before

He quickly swapped a thermometer in his fingers, placing it under Yoongi's tongue, - poor kitten, still asleep - he waited, until the instrument beeped

He held it out in his fingers, gaze fixing to the measurement, displayed bright on the dark screen. 40.7°C, not any less from reaching forty-one degrees

A small sigh escaped from Jimin's lips, ruffling his own hair, he walked to the kitchen, damping a clean cloth in the cold water. after returning to the room,

Overlapping the kerchief, as he placed it on Yoongi's forehead, who whimpered from the cold impact. unknown to his senses, Jimin shushed him, carressing his hair.

He wrapped the soft duvet around Yoongi, an unfamiliar protectiveness washing through him, though he shrugged it off his shoulders.

After what felt like five minutes, Jimin laid beside him, staring at Yoongi's pale face, noting his fragile features, soon, he slipped into his dreamland unknown to himself.

🤍TBC...🤍