flowers | yoonmin

十七

Yoongi stared at particularly nothing. His mind was buzzing and Jimin's words aren't helping. His head started to hurt. He was feeling dizzy—nauseous rather. He held his head on his hands, but he felt as if it wasn't enough. He ran towards the bathroom and threw up. 

After emptying his stomach, he went straight to the kitchen to drink some water. His head was pounding; it feels like someone was banging his head on the wall. He drank some pain reliever his doctor gave him and headed straight towards their bedroom.

He stood in front of the door, trying to maintain his balance. He lost his vision for a minute, making him dizzier than ever. He held his right cheek, massaging it as if it'll make the pain go away. 

He knocked gently on the door, sighing before opening it with the spare key he found beside the flower vase on top of the fridge. There, he saw his angel laying down with his back facing the door. Yoongi knew he deserves this cold treatment after what he did.

"Jimin.. I'm sorry." He muttered, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He placed his hand over Jimin's foot which was under the blanket, only to be kicked off by the sulking boy.

"Don't touch me."

Yoongi heaved a sigh. He knew how sensitive his boyfriend was, but he didn't stop himself from speaking up. He uncovered Jimin and crawled on top of him.

"Jiminie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said." He pleaded, a pout forming on his face. He stroked the younger's face, but his hand was only swatted away.

"Yeah right." Jimin pushed Yoongi away from him. The younger stood up and started walking towards the door. Yoongi grabbed his arm before he could even exit the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" Yoongi asked, but he only got a grunt in response.

Jimin shrugged off Yoongi's hand and glared at him. 

"I'm going out. Don't text me, don't call me, and don't find me."

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not edited. sorry for the errors.

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