Kumamon • y.m

-7-

Two days.

Actually it was only a day and a half after I last saw Yoongi hyung. I'm still mad though. But I'm more concerned, usually he'll go to my house and tease me a lot and there's never a day he won't call me. Until today.

I can feel my head aching and my body getting weaker from the lack of sleep I had after dialling Yoongi's phone multiple times.

"Thank you, come again." I stared at the wall clock, sighing as I am getting more and more impatient, waiting for the time I'll finish my shit.

"Jimin? Are you feeling well?"

"Of course, si-"

"Call me Hoseok, you're my friend afterall."

"Okay, Hoseok."

"So, are you well?"

"Actually..." I sighed and worry started to shake me, "...Yoongi hyung's not answering my calls."

"Did you two fight?"

"I don't know, he didn't picked me up yesterday."

"Well, you have ten minutes left, I can send you home early, have a talk with you're friend."

"It's not that serious, and hell, I understand if the reason why he didn't came is more important than me."

He suddenly chuckled and I looked at him, "You sound jealous."

"Am not!"

"Go. I'll just call Taehyung and fix your shit with your bestfriend."

I sighed and pouted, and made my way to the door, closing my eyes as I felt the cold thin air surrounding me. He never let me be disappointed like this.

I'm sure something happened.

With small steps I let myself drag me to God-knows-where, and when I looked up, I was shocked to see his house in front of me. Hesitating, I rang the doorbell and waited for him to open the door.

No response.

I rang the doorbell again and knocked twice. As I was getting impatient I twisted the doorknob, surprised to see that it wasn't locked. Maybe he's home?

The door slowly opened with a long creak, and I managed to walk in without making a sound, shutting the door behind me quietly.

"Yoongi hyung?"

No voice answered and I almost jumped when I heard a small 'thud', as if something fell. I rushed upstairs and to Yoongi's room, which is surprisingly open and from the outside I could see my bestfriend curled up like a ball, all covered in fluffy sheets and shit-that big stuffed toy monster we bought at the mall before is being straddled by him.

What the fuck?

I hurriedly walked and helped him stand up, as he fell from his bed. And as I touched him, his eyes-bloodshot- half-opened and I flinched. "Hyung...you're hot."

He bit his lip and leaned closer to me, making me blush as I felt his warm breath on the crook of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"I know, you don't have to state the obvious." He said with a fucking low manly voice, making me scream internally and reddening my face even more.

"N-no, I mean, you got a fever." I only heard soft snores after that, and I managed to lay him down on his bed (and rape him-) and fixed his covers while touching his forehead to estimate his temperature.

I promise you, he was hot as fuck.

A sigh is all I can let out and I made my way downstairs to get some medicines and a basin with cold water, and some towel. Luckily I was gifted with this talent.

I walked to his room, careful not to spill the water off the basin and careful not to wake him up.

Doing all the shit preparings, my eyes locked to Yoongi who is sleeping peacefully, face all red and cute under the covers. Until I realized one thing.

Fuck, I need to undress him.

My hands were shaking as I started to remove the covers slowly, including his fucking monster, and after that I started fiddling with the buttons of his shirt, my breathing heavy as I took time undoing the top button. This-is nothing-

Shit, this is something.

I gulped hard as I finished removing his shirt, staring hard at how perfect his body was made, how pale he is and how toned his muscles are and-damn. I'm eye-fucking him.

Slowly, I reached out for the wet towel, gulping as I wiped his forehead, down to his cheeks and down to his neck.

Damn I can live like this every day.

I continued wiping him and silently prayed for him to not wake up. He shivered as the wet towel touched his pale shoulders, and moaned softly as it reached his abs. And I didn't realize I was biting my lip until his eyes flung open, giving me a confused look, and suddenly turning into a mischievous one as soon as he noticed that he's half-naked.

"I can't believe you're raping me, taking advantage of my illness, huh?" He said with a low voice, smirking as if he could read straight through my mind.

"N-no hyung, I'm just...uh, taking care of you. Oh, you're not allowed to take medicines without eating... S-so, I'm err, making a soup. Yeah, a soup." I stated awkwardly and just as I was about to make my way towards the door he pulled by the arm, just like what he did a day and a half before.

"No, chim, stay with me."

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OMFG, my heart's running wild like Jhope...