Over The Summer

Plaid Shirt (Chapter 7)

(prepare to be OOFed by this qwyrtytrdzfghjbktr chapter)

Jimin's soft gaze finally snapped Yoongi into two. Yoongi couldn't take it anymore. It was like some kind of rush of adrenaline. Yoongi pushed his body slowly closer to Jimin, keeping his eyes on Jimin's facial expressions just in case. He kind of didn't care about anything else right now but Jimin and what he thought of him, and of course, his soft lips. Yoongi crashed his lips into Jimin's, being slightly softer at first. Once Yoongi felt Jimin roughly trying to move his tongue, he pulled off and began sucking on his neck. "Mmgh.." Jimin whimpered. Yoongi contined to kiss Jimin's neck, moving his hands gently to unbutton Jimin's plaid shirt.

Jimin woke up in their hotel room bed next to a shirtless Yoongi. Jimin's face flushed, but flushed even more when he realized that he himself was completely naked. He rushed to his suitcase and slipped on a black pair of jeans. He purposely did this because the jeans made his ass look nice, and everyone knew it. Even straight guys would stare. Yeah, I know it sounds weird, but they think Jimin's a girl sometimes by the way he dresses, his height, his small hands, and voice. When Jimin sat back on the bed, he felt a sharp pain in his bottom. "Ouch.." Jimin laid on his back and sighed. He turned his head to the side and looked at the shirtless, sleeping Yoongi. It occured to him that Yoongi could also be naked. He decided to have some fun, getting up and grabbing hold of Yoongi's blanket. He yanked it off as hard as he could, leaving a naked Yoongi vulnerable in bed. Yoongi kept snoring, though. He didn't move one bit. Jimin was surprised by this, laughing and deciding to throw the blanket on the other half of the bed. Jimin also decided to go make some breakfast, leaving to go to the kitchen.

Yoongi woke up to the smell of bacon. His eyes were tired, but he took a few minutes to wake up completely. When Yoongi noticed his lack of clothing, he got up to go get changed. He didn't go quickly, because he didn't want to make it seem like he cared, because, well, he didn't. This was Jimin seeing, after all. They've already seen each other naked. Yoongi put on a white t-shirt and went into the kitchen to see Jimin cooking breakfast. "Hey, Jiminie." Yoongi said, hoping that his tone was the perfect amount of charming and cute. Jimin turned to him and smiled, "Hey, did you want some food?" "Obviously." Yoongi said and sat down at the table. "Come get it." Jimin gestured Yoongi to come over. "Can you please just bring it to me?" Yoongi squeezed his cheeks together with both hands and tried to look cute. Jimin mumbled something and brought over two plates full of food, placing one in front of Yoongi, and one for himself.  They ate silently.

"Mm, Jimin?" Yoongi said, his mouth stuffed with bacon. "Yea?" Jimin said, chewing his food. "So.. You're my boyfriend now?" Yoongi asked, Jimin almost choking on his food. Jimin chuckled and Yoongi had a confused look on his face. "Oh, uhh.. If that's not what you want, I totally understa-" Yoongi began, but was cut off by Jimin. "Of course. I want to get to know you better and understand you. I feel like.." Jimin said, but stopped, staring at his plate. "Hmm?" Yoongi mumbled. 

"Are you.. Sad? Because of me?" Jimin finally said, still staring at his plate. It was silent for a good 5 seconds. 

"I get memories.. Not of you, of.. My.. First love."

"Your first.." Jimin paused.

"I loved her, and she left me. I take pills to try and control myself, they don't work. I get paranoid.. I'm sorry, Jimin."

"I can heal you.." Jimin reached across the table to hold my cheek. I let him, of course.

"I'm messed up, Jimin.. You don't need me.." It was silent for a couple of seconds, and Jimin lowered his hand from my cheek.

It felt like Jimin was agreeing with me, since he lowered his hand. I look up and see a pained expression plastered on Jimin's face. "I don't want anyone else but you, Yoongi." Jimin whimpers, and I notice tears rolling down his cheeks. "I'm sorry, Jimin.." I say softly. "Let me try.. Please?" Jimin squeezes his eyes shut to let the tears fall down his cheeks. Jimin wiped the tears from his face and lightly coughs. "I love you.." I say, my voice cracking half way into the phrase. He looks at me with a neutral expression for a couple of seconds before his eyes water again and he smiles. "Y-You do..?" Jimin asks me, it seeming like he was crying out of joy. My heart skips a beat, my expression in pure shock. I didn't realize he liked me that much, would he really try to help someone like me..? "I do, Jimin.. I just don't want you getting involved with my misfort-" I get cut off by Jimin quickly getting up from his chair and throwing himself into my arms. "I'll help you.. I'll do anything.. Please.." I wipe the tears off of Jimin's cheeks before he rested his head on my shoulder.