Disabled I YM

11

(I don't know what this story is honestly. It's just angst, angst and more caotic chapters. Oh, don't forget how bipolar Yoongi is. I wanna laugh when I'm translating this.)

Yoongis pov:

I wake up with a jolt. Where am I? I feel a weight on my chest and looks down. Jimin? He's sleeping on my chest. The fuck?! His head is burried in my neck and he's hugging me?! What is he doing?! Does he not know I'm taken?!

Quickly I unbury my hands and scoot him off me. He falls down in the rest of the bed and wakes up. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why are you harassing me?!" I scream in his face. 

"I-uhh what?" Jimins eyes grows in size by a hundred. 

"You can't sleep on me! What were you trying to do?!"

"B-b-but you held me?"

"Nonsense! The only time you touch me is when I ask you so! Understood?!" The childish fool starts to get tears in his eyes. Ridiculous.

"I didn't do anything Yoongi..I-"
"STOP! For you it's Mr. Min. Understood?!" I spit him in the face. "Now get out of here or you're fired!" Jimin gets up from the bed and runs to the door. Great.

I never expected such actions from such a innocent looking child. But I guess looks are one thing. A perv can be cute too.

Jimins pov:

I run through the hotel corridors feeling miserable. When I get to the entrance, I ignore the lady who says good morning and continue out onto the streets. I run as fast as I can, but the rain is pouring down and my pajamas are soaked in no time. My hair sticks to my forehead. My poor feet ache from the gravel on the sidewalks. My whole body is shaking from the cold. My backpack hits my back again and again. Don't forget the way my lungs burn or the tears or the snot, just flowing. Normally I would have cared what people must think of me, but I don't give it a thought. I just keep running. I don't know even where I'm going or where I am but I don't care.

Running steps are heard from behind me and for a moment I think it's Yoongi but I let that thought go very quick. I glance back and see a tall man running behind me. He looks quite odd in this content, with a suit and nice shoes. And why would anyone be out in the rain running?

His presence fills me with discomfort, and I can't help but feel hunted. I increase my speed as much as I can. But when I look back he's still keeping my pace. What do you do if you are being chased? Hmmm....Just turn three times in the same direction, so you are back at your starting point, if they are still after you it means you are being chased. (Take notes everyone. My dad who's in the military taught me this) I turn at the next block and start running there. Quick look back, he's still there. Okay, one more turn. Still behind me. The heart is pounding hard in the chest now. Just one turn left. I turn again and am back on the sidewalk I started on. When I look back, I don't see anyone at first. But...there he is. The man is still behind me.

I'm chased.

Yoongis pov: (Sorry for switching all the time it's for the plot)

I've called Namjoon. He's on his way to drive me home. Unfortunaly he had to take the bus so he could drive my car. And yeah, I could've called my driver but I don't want to. He is annoying.

I roll towards the edge of the bed but discover that the wheelchair is too far from the bed. Shit. Then I'll have to crawl. Without thinking, I throw myself off the bed and land with a thud. The air goes out of me for a few seconds and I feel a little dizzy but it all passes quickly. I roll onto my stomach and begin to pull myself forward. The room has a short cut carpet so it is not exactly easy. The friction causes me to get a lot of bumps and I have nothing to pull on. So the only thing left is to push myself forward on the floor. At least I'll get there eventually. Then I grab the wheelchair and try to lift myself up. Halfway through, my arms give out and I fall to the ground again. I try again. And again. And again. But I can't get up. What should I do?! Wait for Namjoon? I guess. What other choice do I have?