Disabled I YM

5

Yoongis pov:
I can't sleep. The whole night I'm just laying in bed, moving around. I'm thinking about truth or dare, everything that happend and Jimin. Mostly Jimin. He was so sweet when embarrassed but when we chatted he was cocky. I died inside. He makes me horny, that's all I can say. But you can be that without liking liking the person? Yeah, I'm sure. It's something about him, I've never felt this drawn toward a person for no specific reason before. Maybe something about that cute face, his hair, maybe those cute baby hands or even his slim body and that waist. THAT WAIST! And we can't forget the legs. When he wore the jeans I bought for him he almost looked sexy. As far as I know, his personality is cute to but I am not sure. Yet. I hope to get to know him. We could be good friends. I'm happy that our friends got along. 

Last night nobody showed up when I called him. I waited for probably five minutes before checking his room. He was rolled up in a ball on the bed. I just let him be. Instead I dragged myself up in by bed and slept in normal clothes. No big deal. 

The next day

When I wake up the time is around 9. I slept suprisingly well even tho I drank last night. But fuck, I am late for work! I quickly press the white button to call Jimin. 

He arrives fairly quick. Messy hair, crooked pj:s and half closed eyes. I must have woken him up. 

"Can you help me down? I'm late for work." I ask Jimin, kinda stressed. 

"Sure." He yawn. His voice is hoarsy and darker than usual. Something in my belly tingles. 

Jimin walks over and helps me down into my wheelchair. I roll to my wardrobe and pick out todays outfit. A black suit like usual. Then I hurry to Jimin again. He sits on my bed with closed eyes and sleeps I guess. 

"Sorry for waking you up. I'll let you sleep soon. Just help me get dressed." He gets up and starts undressing me while we talk.
"Why are you in yesterdays clothes still?" He asks slumberous. 

Thanks to some weird reason I don't want him to feel responsible for falling asleep, so I...lie.

"I fell asleep before I had the time to call you." Great lie Yoongi. Really.

"Oh. Do you want me to come and check if you fell asleep every night?" Jimin asks timidly. 
"No need to. I'll ring the bell if I need you. Please don't feel like you have to stay up late to take care of me."
"But...that's my job?" 
"I know but...I just don't want to pressure you. Please."
"Okay. Thanks." He smiles cutely and those cute eyes form demimoons. Adorable. 

"Also hyung, what am I suppose to do while you are at work?" 
"You can start by cleaning the house." I try to sound serious and show no emotion. Jimin glups but nod. 

"Chill Jiminie! Of course you aren't suppose to clean the house! Your not my maid! You can do whatever you want, maybe go shopping, bake a cake or invite Jin over?" Jimin light up again and starts to giggle. 

"That wasn't funny." He pouts. "But maybe I'll go shopping for better clothes."

We agree to meet in the garage in 15 minutes. 

In the car

Third person pov:

"So Yoongi hyung, I thought and, can I use your car to get to the mall?" Jimin asks the older.
"Of course you can, everything in my house is yours to use. And of course you can invite friends. Maybe you want to go shopping with Jin? Use my card and let him have something too." Yoongi offers. 

Jimin let go of the steering wheel and did a little happy dance in the car. He sang along to the music and swayed his body back and forth.

At the same time, Yoongi began to have trouble breathing. He was sweating floods and his head was spinning. Jimin driving so recklessly made him panic. The heat in the car suddenly rose by a thousand degrees. Yoongi gasped for air. Jimin noticed and quickly turned towards him, now with his hands on the steering wheel. Yoongi moved back and forth, trying to get air into his lungs, but couldn't. His face grew redder and redder. Jimin was getting really worried now. What happened? 

As quickly as he could, he stopped the car at the side of the road. At the same time, Yoongis head fell down onto his shoulders and he stopped breathing completely. Jimin now panicked. What's going on with him?! Jimin took his cell phone out of his pocket and called for an ambulance, which said they were on their way, but Jimin doubted if the ambulance would make it in time. 

How long can you survive without air?

(Happy first of September...with means: Happy birthday our dear Jungkookie 💜 hope you have the best birthday and all your new military friends take care of you. We all purple you!)

I of course didn't use google translate on that last part. But what can I say, I'm a lazy piece of shit. 😑 Hope you liked it. Have fun and don't forget me while you wait another week for the next part. Byeee! xoxo Ellie)