A Flower of...Love

23- Unexpected

1337 words

Third Person's POV

"You want help? Then I shall." Yoongi half expected Jungkook to grant him yet another type of game or console, maybe a kind of board game or a ticket to a movie. But Yoongi was left on the chair, staring at Jungkook who was slowly standing up wincing slightly because of the wounds on his arm.

The frown deepened on Yoongi's face when Jungkook stepped closer towards him, his lips curling into a smile.

His heartbeat got faster when he realized that Jungkook's smile was not a smile. It was more of a smirk. Yoongi's hand found their way to the ears of the chair, pressing on them to support him as he was starting to get uneasy.

Jungkook's feet never stops walking forward and despite his room being spacious, soon he was only centimeters away from Yoongi. The uneasiness turned into an uncomfortable and disturbing feeling, also resulting in sweaty palms.

Yoongi gulped but quickly realized that he could easily push him away if anything bad happens. How strong could Jungkook be anyways?

"What are you doing? Stop closing up to me. Your face is literally 1 cm away from me. It's really uncomfortable you know. Have you ever heard of personal space?" Yoongi reached out his hand and placed it on Jungkook's shoulder, putting force on it to push him away.

Yoongi's expression hardened as Jungkook stayed where he is, while his shoulder never budged. Yoongi's brain shouted at himself, warning him to do something before something goes wrong, but something in Jungkook's eyes forced him to defy commons sense.

"I'm just helping you. That's what you want right? Just stay there and don't move." Jungkook's smirk got wider, creepier, turning sinister and ominous. His face leaned even closer to Yoongi's, barely leaving space for him to breath.

Yoongi's eyes widened and darted left and right, trying to avoid eye contact. This reminded him of a familiar scene, but he couldn't think about it as it was about Jimin. However he didn't have to try not to think about it because every atom in his body is trembling slightly with Jungkook acting weird and creepy.

Yoongi felt a hand on his thigh, and he looked down to see Jungkook squeezing it lightly.

"Close your eyes." Those words came out from Jungkook's smile, but it sounded nothing friendly, in fact it sounded more like a command.

Yoongi felt pain starting to spread through his thigh when he decided to disobey Jungkook. Yoongi's brain wanted to say something, to stop this, to resist, but his limbs and his body is not cooperating, as if they fell asleep in such an important situation.

Only his eyes seemed to be working, but now working for Jungkook's brain, as they fluttered shut like Jungkook asked.

"This will definitely help you forget about everything you shouldn't remember. This will stick to your mind until the treatment ends." Jungkook's warm breath hit Yoongi's right ear, sending chills down his spine. The pain in his thigh has disappeared, replaced by a soothing sensation, soon being realized that Jungkook's hand is running up and down his pants.

Yoongi started to feel goosebumps from all over his body, making him shiver slightly. As if this shiver woke his limbs up, he was able to move his hands again.

(This might trigger some readers. Read at your own risk.)

Unfortunately they woke up a bit late because before Yoongi could do anything to stop Jungkook, he felt something warm and moist against his lips. His eyes couldn't take it anymore and opened again, founding themselves looking at Jungkook who was kissing Yoongi.

His legs was filled with a surge of energy, ready to spring up and run away, but just as his butt left the chair he was pushed back down once again. He was starting to run out of breath when Jungkooks lips finally parted away.

"What the fuck are you doing?! You sick bastard!" Yoongi thrashed out, his arms now filled with energy, waving around in the air, one clenching into a fist, ready to hit the person that just kissed him forcefully.

Yoongi watched as his flying punch closing onto Jungkooks face, only to be stopped by a strong grip on his wrist. He gritted his teeth in anger and immense frustration as his other hand desperately search for Jungkooks stomach, again to be stopped by Jungkooks free, but wounded hand.

Jin heard everything and ran towards the door to Jungkooks bedroom, shouting for them but never getting through the locked door.

Yoongi's hands relaxed and fell down to his sides, giving up to fight over Jungkooks extraordinary strength. Even though this was a ridiculous way to "help" it did help him forget everything about Jimin, simply because his brain and his heart is overflowing with anger and rage.

"That wasn't nice. I was just trying to help. Maybe it wasn't enough? I can keep going." Jungkook showed no sign of leaving, and didn't even seem sorry or afraid that Yoongi was outraged because of his actions.

"What? N-" Before Yoongi could finish that word, he found himself in a lost of words, aghast at where Jungkooks hands had found themselves, dismayed that an acquaintance, almost a stranger, is touching his private parts.

Yoongi slapped those hateful hands away, glaring at Jungkook with extreme rage and irritation, not able to find words that could explain his feelings. Jungkook finally backed off, still wearing a creepy smile on his face. There was more than rage in Yoongi's body now, he felt humiliated, dirtied.

A single tear rolled down his cheek, "I've...I've never been touched and kissed by another person before. I've only kissed one person, and that's-" As soon as he started that sentence, Jungkook ran towards his bedside table and tore off a petal from the flower he used to hurt himself, running back immediately to stuff it in Yoongi's mouth, right before Yoongi could speak out Jimin's name.

As Yoongi chewed on that petal, he finished his sentence, "...Jimin."

Then the pain started again, and even though it was as unbearable as the last time, he could only be glad that it's not the poison that gave him the pain.

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Jimin's POV

I forced my legs to go faster, stretching them to make longer strides, tensing them to make more frequent steps, as I sped past the people and the buildings and the street lamps.

I almost tripped over myself when I arrived at Jin's house, coming to a sharp stop to turn right so I could go behind it and reach the forest. I can't let Namjoon find Jin; everything is going to be ruined. I promised Jin not to tell Namjoon, and now what have I done? I have to stop him before he gets in that house, I have to keep my promise, I have to let Jin heal properly.

These terrifying thoughts flowed into my mind as I ran through the trees, the bushes scratching my feet and arms slightly as I proceed. But most of those are me blaming myself. I shouldn't have got drunk that easily. It was all my fault in the first place. I knew Namjoon would get impatient, I knew he would be impetuous, I knew he would do before thinking. And yet I was stupid enough to let my guard down.

And the worst thing is that it's the last 2 days. If Jin fails now then he will have to start again. What would Namjoon do then?

Soon I see the clearing in front of me. It matched Jin's description, so I knew I had the right place. I slowed my pace down, not wanting to hurt myself with all those flowers of love. Luckily I have trousers and sneakers, so hopefully I would be ok. I looked around for Namjoon, but the clearing is empty and quiet, I am the only one here.

Shit.

Maybe Namjoon got lost,

but I could also, very well be late.