Yoonmin- Delusions [M.YG • P.JM]

9- Avoiding/ed

Jimin's POV

I haven't seen Yoongi-hyung since our last session. We missed what should've been our 8th and 9th. Was it because of what I said? What was wrong about it? Isn't it a good thing to like someone? He said it was good and normal to like someone. I want to be normal...

It was currently lunch and I sat with my friends. I kept taking glances at Hobi. How do I know if he's real? Suddenly, a hand gripped onto my shoulder. I let out a small yelp at how hard he was holding my shoulder, his nails almost digging through my shirt.

"You fucking scared it away!" The deep voice of a man shouted next to my ear. I flinched, and the man grabbed onto both my shoulders, turning my body so I could face him. "Look here, you little bitch!"

"Hey! Get away from him!" I heard Jungkook yell. But the man didn't budge.

"That could've been my only chance at catching one of those damned birds so I could snap its neck to show the others I'm done with their mocking!" He brought his face closer as a deep growl emitted from his throat in anger. Hands pulled him away, and a figure stood between me and the man, his back towards me.

"Mr. Kang, I cannot allow you to lay your hands on another patient. Please, go back to your room." I looked up to see a familiar head of black hair. He signaled to the security guards who immediately took the man away.

"N-No! I need to show them I'm not afraid anymore!" Mr. Kang shouted, struggling to get out of the men's grips.

Yoongi turned around and stared down at me. "Are you okay?" He reached a hand to touch my shoulder, and as soon as he did, I flinched and let out a painful hiss.

"Th-That hurts..."

"How dare he fucking-," he said quietly to himself, although I still caught what he said. "Let's get you some ice, okay?" He gently put his hand on my back and helped me up.

He took me to what looked like his office and sat me down on the soft, tan sofa. I waited alone for him to come back and got up to snoop around. I picked up a framed picture on his desk which had him and Hobi-hyung dressed in graduation gowns. Yoongi's smile revealed his gums, and it warmed my heart. It was hard to believe that someone who held a serious face most of the time could smile like that. I set down the picture and continued to look through his shelves. There were a lot of certificates, but what caught my eye was a keyboard that was tucked beside the shelf and the wall. I pulled it out and set it down on the floor, sitting myself down as well. I followed the cord with my hand until I got to the end and plugged it into the power outlet. Where's the power butt- Oh, there it is. I clicked the keyboard on, then pressed down on the keys softly. My grandma taught me a few pieces before I came to the hospital. I wonder if I remember how to play any. I pressed the key that I recalled pressing before, and continued to try and find the missing notes.

Once I got the hang of it, a smile wouldn't disappear from my face, and the door opened. I whipped my head around and saw Yoongi-hyung just standing there frozen.

I thought I was going to be scolded, but instead he just asked me, "You can play?" I nodded my head, the weight of fear lifting off of my shoulders. "Let me hear something," he said, crossing his arms.

"I-It's not that good...I kind of forgot how to," I said, placing my hands on the keys and beginning to play the Flea Waltz.

[A/N I've known this song ever since I was little but know it as 'Neko Hunjata' and so when I found out he knew how to play it, I learned how to, too :)]

When I finished, I turned around to look at Yoongi who had his hand over his mouth, failing to hide his smile. "I could teach you more in the future if you want."

"I'd like that." I got up and unplugged the piano, placing it back into where it was originally placed. He gestured me to sit on the sofa after sitting down first.

"Which shoulder hurts the most?"

"The left one." Yoongi brought the ice pack to my shoulder and held it there. The sudden coldness that soaked through my shirt made me shudder.

"I'm sorry he did that to you, Jimin."

"I'm not worried about that..." Yoongi raised an eyebrow and I took his silence as an opportunity to confront him. "I know you've been avoiding me. Is it because of what I said?" Yoongi looked to the side, his ears pinking up as well as his cheeks.

"It's just- you can't say something like that."

"Why not?"

"Because I told you, love isn't simple. It's going to make me overthink things. I can't get it out of my head, Jimin. That's why I can't face you. I know you don't think anything of it, but I do."

"Maybe it's because you like me, too." Yoongi faced me again, his eyes locked into mine. They flicked back and forth on mine as he searched for something.

"I don't know, Jimin. Like I said-"

"-love isn't simple. I know."

"I don't think you know what you're feeling, Jimin. I don't think you understand the difference between liking someone as a friend and liking someone for more than just friends."

"Could be." I brought my hand to the ice pack to take over holding it in place, and he let go, letting his hand fall to his lap.

"I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. That's not what I intended for." Yoongi apologized.

"It's okay." I smiled to try to prove that it was, earning me a brief one from him in return.

"Just don't blurt that out whenever to whoever, alright? Until you really mean it. Because it makes things weird." He warned.

"I won't. I promise, Hyung." He rested his hand on my thigh, nervousness suddenly shooting through me.

"I'll get you something to eat since you didn't get to finish earlier." I nodded as I couldn't process the words to say and he left the room.

Was that how I'm supposed to 'just know?'

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