Abuse [Yoonmin]

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"Umm...hu, Yoongi?" He called out, looking at the older male, who's gaze deviated from the tomatoes and to him, "Can you teach me, cooking...?" Jimin asked, his tone a bit low, as if he was a bit embarassed

Yoongi, remained silent, lips pressing into a thin line, "Umm..." He hummed, nodding his head. He was unsure about the question, why would he want to learn cooking all of sudden?

Jimin nodded back, gaze plastered on Yoongi's moves, he couldn't describe what was on his mind, Yoongi's moves were delicate, as if he was trying his best not to hurt himself, Jimin stood in silence

His eyes, a rush of emotions, a hint of possessiveness flashing briefly, a glint of voracious concupiscence searing the monster lurked inside him, his eyes darkened as poked his cheeks

Gaze plastered on Yoongi's delicate yet swift moves, out of sudden, a familiar feel rushed throughout him, wanting Yoongi all by himself, just himself, as a slave to keep with.

Time skip☘️

The night had veiled the pole, dumping the world into the cold breeze of darkness, the stars twinkling along the silver moon, playing hide and seek with the cotton-candied clouds

Yoongi had fallen asleep, worn out from the exhausting day, a mixture of awful sickness and vulnerability. Jimin was right beside him, trying to get himself some sleep, his mind was a flood of thinkings, witnessing an unfamiliar protectiveness over Yoongi

The soft dancings of trees, a silent rhythm of solace in the midst of his turbulent emotions, the rain descended beautifully, a endering sight for pluviophiles, especially Jimin

He had always been an secret admirer of rain, throughout his childhood, his toughs and lights, there wasn't a day without admiring rain for him

Jimin walked towards the large glass windows, showcasing a endering sight of the night city, the busy roadside that's messily pretty, from small shops to large buildings, along with the light as a support of vision. Everything felt classic.

His finger-tips brushed against the glass, a resemblance of confusion reflecting in his eyes

Yoongi had been playing a very serious toll on his emotions, unknown thoughts veiled up his heart, unanswered questions and untold stories

But he was left with nothing as an answer, his eyes darted along the glass, trailing off his sigh from the city

He turned towards Yoongi and walked besides him, a flicker of lust flashing in his gaze, 'You're something, I can't resist you....'

He lied besides Yoongi, shifting on the bed as he hovered the duvet over him, feeling the solacing warmth of the blanket, soon, he drifted into a deep slumber

Time skip☘️

It was past twelve in the night, Yoongi was up, coughing roughly which disturbed his sleep. He rubbed his nose with his sleeve, sniffling a bit, his throat felt sore than ever, making even his coughings alot harder

He continued coughing, heaving his chest during the progress. Soon, Jimin felt something disturbing, his eyes opened slowly, watching Yoongi couching roughly

Jimin frowned, his expression a mix of confusion and concealed concern, "What happened?" He inquired, acting as a silent solace of betterment in Yoongi's condition

Yoongi shook his head, "Just... coughing, nothing else" he spoke quietly, a internal fear that Jimin would hurt him still lingered, his tone hushed and hoarse from the breakless coughs

Jimin sighed, taking a tablet from the drawers, he handed it over to Yoongi along with a glass of water, "here"

Yoongi, being scared from the sudden interaction, took the tablets from Jimin's hold and gulped it down in one go, reckless about drinking some water

Jimin stared at him in silence, unable to digest the fact that he just gulped the tablets down in one go, plus without any fluid. Yoongi looked down, playing with the hem of his hoodie, "Crazy" he heard Jimin say.

Yoongi coughed again, he brang his arm near his mouth, coughing again. Jimin, without saying anything, placed the glass in Yoongi's free hand before settling himself on the bed, back to his previous form

Yoongi gulped down the water, wiping his mouth afterwards, then he settled onto the bed, still coughing

He smiled at Jimin, a small smile creeping up his soft lips, through the fear of Jimin was still lingering sharp and determined, there was a bit of spark of happiness and love

Yoongi stared at Jimin deeply, noting his deep features, and the night passed with this.