Abuse [Yoonmin]

7🥀

Jimin ran on the sterile hallway, approaching the nurse's office, he opened the door, his touch soft and stiff on the knob, twisting them as he opened it

His eyes wandered around, searching for Yoongi, but his heart pounded, finding none, except the nurse. He approached her, "Hmm...Ma'am, where is professor Min?"

The nurse turned around, her expression flat, her brows narrowed at Jimin's concern, "He had left a long time before" she replied, her tone frantic, as if she wanted to get rid of Jimin

Jimin felt a tight lump hunging on his throat, "How is he? Is he fine? What's wrong with him...?" He trailed off, sensing the nurse's irritated expression, but he was desperate

"He is fine..." She spoke, her voice etched with annoyance, so does her expression

Jimin nodded, leaving her cabin. His boots shuffled against the granite tiles of the porch, he approached Yoongi's cabin, hoping to get a glimpse of him

There he was, Yoongi, with his head rested against the table, arms supporting his head, in a peaceful slumber. Jimin felt a wave of relief wash over him, his lips crept to a small smile

He tiptoed towards Yoongi, resting his hands on the desk. Yoongi looked restless, face flushed, hair a complete mess that was beyond gorgeous

Jimin pressed his back palm against Yoongi's forehead, still flaring. Jimin's smile dropped, replaced by a concerned utterance

Before he could make any movement, the bell rang, indicating the infuriate start of classes, a soft sigh escaped his lips, his gaze flickered back to Yoongi, "I will be back..." He whispered, his voice barely audible even to himself

Time skip☘️

Jimin and Yoongi had already returned home, the ride was silent, trailed off with unspoken tales and confined vows

The night had fallen by, Jimin was settled temporarily in the kitchen, trying to cook of his own, through that was determined by God that he can't

He had sternly demanded Yoongi to be settled on the couch, who felt weird of his actions, but also felt a little happy to get these kind of treatment - if it's that what it was, he would have fallen sick every second -

Yoongi couldn't deny how much he felt sick, his every muscles ached, head throbbing with undefined pain, his eyes felt heavy as each moment passed by

Jimin showed his whole skills on the making, his eyes narrowed, attention fixated strong to the grotesque coloured water disguised as a soup

Yoongi, on the other hand, wondered what took Jimin this long just for a soup, 'does he even know how to cook?' when this thought popped up in his mind, he stood up from the couch, gripping on the blanket that he was covering his body with

He made his way towards the kitchen, tiptoeing near Jimin as he glanced at the pot, his nose scrunched seeing the inconsiderable egg shells, - Who the hell would even add egg shells to a soup? -

Jimin attention deviated towards Yoongi, his frown becoming more consistent, "What are you doing here?" He questioned, his voice stiff and a bit high

Yoongi flinched at the sudden voice, "Umm..,No but, why are you adding egg shells?" He asked, his tone low and delicate, tilting his head softly

"H-huh?" Jimin stumbled at the words, glancing at the vessel, noticing egg shells instead of the real eggs, "Oh-no...shit!" He muttered under his breath, turning his head quickly to the side, searching for the trashcan he had used earlier, there it was, the real egg....

Yoongi glanced over the vessel, his expression softening as he watched the efforts Jimin did for him, "It's okay, l will make it up"

Jimin protested consistently, "No! did you even see how much you're burning? Does any of your senses even working? I could literally steam the potatoes stuffed under the cooker with your body temperature!" He declared, his voice turning out sharp and almost high, enough for scaring Yoongi

"I-i'm s-sorry..." Yoongi stammered, looking down, a wave of fear engulfing him

Jimin rolled his eye, but somehow felt guilty for yelling, mind-downing at Yoongi's tone, "Fine..."

Then they both started to cook again, Jimin's eyes were on Yoongi, watching his every moves, a wave of possessiveness washed over him, the reputation of love had hovered him

Somehow, a little bit of his heart, had been beating for something special, undeniable and uncontrollable.

His eyes sauntered at Yoongi's cooking skills, to be honest the best, Jimin, really, was amazed. He wanted to learn cooking too, never known why

🤍TBC...🤍

Okie...Is any one suspicious of Jimin's behaviour or is not?