"Look Yoongi, I know this is a lot for me to ask especially since we haven't know each other for awhile but, I really can't go back. I'm scared. I was wondering if I could stay with you? Until I find a place of my own."
-A fanfic where Jimin has so...
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Yoongi wobbled his into his apartment. He had taken the taxi to get home, not even caring about the stares that he was receiving.
"Hey Yoongi- what happened!" Jimin screeched. He rushed for the landline but felt a hand on his wrist. "Don't."
"What am I supposed to do Yoongi? You're losing blood for crying out loud!" Yoongi wasn't giving up. He gripped his wrist tighter, "Don't. Jimin, please."
Jimin heaved a sigh. "Fine, but I need to clean your wounds. I don't want them to get infected or anything." Yoongi nodded and with that, Jimin dragged Yoongi to the bathroom.
He placed him onto the toilet and searched for a first aid kit. After finding what he needed, he placed his delicate fingers on Yoongi's face directing it towards him.
"Hyung, this might hurt. Squeeze my hand, alright?" Before Yoongi could even respond, Jimin had already placed the rubbing alcohol on the wound. "Shit!" He hissed in pain. He interlaced his hands into Jimin's and squeezed tremendously tight making him to flinch at the pain.
"Sorry."
"For what?" Yoongi looked into his eyes and could see tears welled up in his eyes. "Marshmallow, what happened?" Yoongi used his thumb to wipe the tear that had slipped down his face. "It was Taehyung wasn't it?"
"H-how'd you know-"
"I just had a feeling." Jimin sniffled.
Tears continued to roll down his face and Yoongi was there to wipe every tear. Jimin couldn't help but to feel so weak and vulnerable, but so warm and protected. How can someone that he had met three weeks ago already make him feel this way.
The two sat there staring at each other just admiring their imperfections. Jimin was so focused on Yoongi's dark brown eyes that he had completely forgotten about cleaning his wounds. "Um.. Yoongi," a rosy pink color had reached to each end of Jimins face in which he head attempted to hide with the sleeve of the sweater that had belonged to Yoongi. "Can you take off your shirt?"
The younger had looked so cute asking the question he almost thought that he had died already and was sent in heaven. How could someone be so angelic without even trying, Yoongi thought.
Yoongi obliges and slowly removed the article of clothing trying to stimulate the least amount of pain as possible.
Jimin continued his work, cleaning and patching wounds left and right and having Yoongi squeeze his hand whenever he desired.
The elder just stared. He had remembered what he told himself before he had finished beating Taehyung's ass.
All Yoongi wanted to do when he came home now, was to really show Jimin love.
"Finished." Jimin said, contentment present in his voice. Yoongi looked at him and smiled, but he felt like he needed to give Jimin something for caring about him in such a manner. A reward if you will.
"Jimin." Yoongi called. Jimin turned to face him and the two were back to their position again. Staring at one another.
"Would it be weird if I were to kiss you right now?"
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