Disabled I YM

19

Jimins pov:

I wake up by the bell ringing. Yoongi needs my help. I drag myself out of bed, forcing my body to move. Todays monday, shit, I have to drive him to work. 

When I start walking I suddenly feel really sick. A thobbing headache takes over my whole vision and everything looks black. I grip my bed for support and starts walking despite the pain. I have to help Yoongi. He needs help and this is my work after all. 

When I arrive at his room I see a newly awoken man, sitting on the bed. His eyes are scanning me up and down. I just wanna hide, I'm so luffy right now. 

When I get close enough to lift him into the wheelchair as I always do, a pair of hands snake around my waist. I'm pulled closer so I'm between his legs. I'm quite short, so we're about the same height when he's sitting. Yoongi brings my head closer to his so our foreheads meet.

"Jimin...goodmorning..." His voice is deep and hoarse. Nice tingles floods my body. 
"Goodmorning hyung." 

I feel Yoongis eyes staring at me without moving for a second. I look down again, his gaze is just too powerful. 

"Look at me." He brings my jaw up so our noses meet again. 
"Should we learn to walk today?" He asks. 

"B-but I already know..." I stutter. 
"Well then why don't you teach me baby?" I might pass out from how hot this room is. It's impossible to continue looking him in his eyes. Not when I feel my cheeks being this red. 

But after a while I find courage again. "Sure." No stutter. No nothing. I pick up the clothes he had laid out last night and start to put them on. It's always a little embarrassing when I undress him, but it's bearable. When we're done with that, I help him into the wheelchair. We eat breakfast together before I drive him to work.

At one I wake up and go on a shopping spree with Jin. We eat lunch and buy lots of new clothes for me. Of course, I offer everything. Or yes, Yoongi does. Hehe.
When I finally pick up Yoongi from his job at 5:45pm, I'm starving and is exhausted. The food is on the table but I can barely lift the fork."Open, here comes the airplane" Yoongi teases but he actually rolls around the table and starts to feed me.A fork full of meat and potatoes comes rushing towards my face. I obediently open my mouth, chew and swallow. Immediately I feel the energy coming back from the dead."Should we practice walking later? I've watched a lot of YouTube videos." I suggest after eating for a bit. "Sure."

(Here's a message from Ellie. I have NO idea if it's possible for a paralyzed person to be able to walk again, so I'm improvising cuz I saw it in some movie. If it's not, excuse me. Not. 😈)

After the meal we go into the gym in his house. I know, he has it all!

I put an arm under his shoulders. We're standing right next to a railing so he can pull himself up. It is fairly easy for him to stand on his feet. Then we are about the same length. Or maybe he's a little taller, I don't know. His balance is pretty good.

"Shall we move forward?" I ask. Yoongi just stands there and stares down at his legs. I see sweat starting form at his hairline. A vein pops in his forehead. He stares down intently and tries to move his legs. But nothing happens.
"What happens if I start walking? Should we try?"He nods at me. I take a unsure step forward. Yoongi's body follows me but not his legs. When I try to take another step, Yoongi comes flying forward."Why doesn't it work?" Yoongi gasps exhausted. 

"It will work, trust me. You just need to practice a little more. Close your eyes and just imagine yourself walking somewhere. Maybe your muscle memory can make move." I suggest. "O-okay."

He closes his eyes and grabs my arm frantically. I feel his body slowly relax, his weight falls on his legs instead of on me. One of his legs is slowly lifted and dragged a bit before being put back down and his weight shifted. The same thing happens three more times before I have all of Yoongi's weight again.

"You made it! Hyung! You walked!" I scream, excited. 

I lift him up bridal-style and pull him towards me so that our foreheads touch. He's out of breath and sweating but I still think he's cute."I-I did it." He pants. 

He wraps his arms around my neck and pulls our lips into each other. I respond to his hungry kiss while walking us to his room and throwing myself on his bed. It doesn't take long before he switches positions so I'm on the bottom with Yoongi on top of me. One of his hands slides inside my shirt and draws small circles on my stomach as our tongues devour each other.

I have one hand in his hair while the other strokes his back. Yoongi's hand moves under the shirt so that it pinches my nipple. I happen to moan. He responds by pinching a little harder and kissing me even more intensely. My hand finds its way down his back and onto Yoongi's ass. I gently squeeze it and get a deep moan in response.

"Baby" he murmurs against my lips. I pull him down even more on top of me so that our bodies are as close as possible. He rolls his hips against mine creating friction and it feels so damn good. I roll my back and thrust my hips as high as I can to get more pleasure.

His mouth moves from my lips down my throat. He kisses and sucks all over my neck before he gets to my sweet spot. I moan out loud and push my hips up against his. My nipple gets a few more pinches as he brings his other hand down to my crotch. His palm is flat over my cock but I can't help but rub against it for more friction.

"D-do you want to?" Yoongi moans.
"W- huh?" I answer.
"Do you want to..continue?"
"No more than this."

He nods and our lips meet again. I don't know what's going on between the two of us, but I don't care. Not I can be this close to him again.

(HI! I was such a rat with this chapter and translated almost all of it on google translate. Sorry! xoxo Ellie)