Stay With Me ••• MYG x PJM

Eight

Yoongi-
I woke up before Jimin. I'm thankful for that since I was holding him when I woke up. One of his legs is hooked around me and he's almost laying on top of me. I slowly roll him off before my mind starts wandering. I grab a few towels and go take a shower.
The thought that Jimin is across the hall in my bed makes me anxious. I want to give him the world. It's what he deserves. He is so tempting without him knowing it. Which isn't fair. He's probably never even kissed someone, and it'd make me feel bad if I was his first. But I want to so badly.
I step out and wrap a towel around my waist. I go back to my room to find some clothes. Jimin is on his phone. He looks up at me and blushes. His eyes scan my body, making me feel good.
"Sorry, I didn't realize you were awake," I say.
"I've been up since you left. You took all the warm with you," he says not looking at me. I take it as a hint to change.
I put a new pair of joggers on. "I could come back."
He nods. I smile and climb into the bed. He turns towards me and snuggles his head into my shirtless chest. Hugs small arms wrap around my torso. I try to keep my breathing at a normal pace. But I know he can hear how fast my heart is pounding.
"What do you want to do today?" I ask.
He shrugs. "I should probably try to make up with my friends. And make sure my parents know I'm alive," he sighs. "Or I could just stay in your bed all day and ignore the problems I'm having."
I chuckle. "That's sounds like something I would do." I weigh and pet his hair. "But the responsible thing to do is to do the first option. Your friends probably miss you."
He shakes his head. "They probably barely noticed I was gone."
I scoff. "That's not true. Jimin, there's no way they couldn't miss someone like you."
He looks up at me. His eyes are all big and full of innocence. "Really?"
I nod and bite my lip. "Do you want me to go with you?"
He nods. "I don't know what they'll think about it."
I scoff. "I look young enough to be a teen."
He giggles. "Not quite Hyung. You look too mature in the eyes."
"Uh, Yeah, I'm a baby boy," I say.
He laughs burying his face in my chest. "You May look like one, but you are definitely not. You are just a soft kitten on the inside."
I shake my head. "No, I'm a baby turtle. Kittens are too energetic." I start to get up. "How about you text them and say you want to talk. I'll cook breakfast while you take a shower. Maybe we can meet them for coffee?"
Jimin sits up and nods. "That sounds so grown up. Let's meet for coffee to make up," he mocks me.
"Aish," I shove him playfully. "Go take a shower."
He grabs his phone and goes to the bathroom. I put a set of towels outside of the door since he forgot to ask. I start making eggs. I turn my music low and nod my head slightly while cooking. I split it in half and put it in two separate plates.
"H-hyung."
I turn around quickly. My jaw drop and I almost drop the food. "Y-yes Jimin?" I ask quietly.
He looks down at the floor. His hair dripping on his shirtless shoulders. He's holding a towel tightly around his waist and his arm is covering is stomach. He's so thin. He has fit arms and his stomach is pretty toned, but everything else is literal bone. And his skin is pale with dark bruises. I set the plate dont he counter and walk towards him.
I lift his head up so he's looking at me. "Who bruises you?"
He shakes his head. "It was an accident."
"Jimin, Who did it," I say sternly. I give him a cold stare.
He moves his head. "It's not your business. Can I have a shirt?" I nod. I grab him a black shirt of mine and hand it to him. It's big on me, I can't imagine what it'll look on him. He still doesn't look at me and walks back to the bathroom.
I sigh and go back tot he kitchen. I shouldn't have pushed him. But he needs to tell me who hurt him so I can hurt them. He doesn't deserve to be hurt.