Yoonmin- Delusions [M.YG • P.JM]

11- Dream

Yoongi's POV

Jimin stood by the door to my office, puffing his cheeks as he remained silent.

"Yes?" I spoke.

He finally stepped into the office, and plopped down onto the sofa as he had a look on his face that didn't seem to indicate a good thing. To comfort the boy, I made my way over to him, my hand on his shoulder.

"Tell me what's wrong, Jimin." He looked up at me, his lips parted and worry in his eyes. Was it worry? I don't know...Something about the look in his eyes were unfamiliar. All I could think about was how plump his lips were and how his cheeks were blushing mad.

"Hyung..." He leaned forward, his small hands clutching at my white coat. I couldn't help but gulp, letting my lips part so they would fit with Jimin's. I felt his breath fan across my face, then the heat radiating off of his body onto mine. He whispered my name and his hands wandered higher to rest behind my neck to pull me-

"Wake the fuck up!" A loud voice rang in my ears, forcing me to open my eyes. Hoseok was standing over me, a cup of water in his hand. "Count yourself lucky. I was about to douse you with water if you hadn't woken up in the next second."

"Sorry, sorry. Look, I'm up." I said, sitting up and running my hand over my face.

"Good," Hoseok said, setting the cup of water down on my nightstand. "Now you have something to drink."

"Isn't it a weekend?" I asked in realization.

"Yeah? So?" I groaned and hid under the covers again.

"Go away." Sleep was pulling me in immediately; a perk of mine.

"Hyung! It's not good to oversleep. It'll mess up your sleep schedule. You know this."

"Your point? We had long shifts yesterday, let me sleep." And continue my dream.

"I'll make your mom come over for the weekend if you don't-" Hoseok began throwing an ultimatum.

"You wouldn't."

"Uh, do you remember that one time-"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" I shouted, not wanting him to remind me of that traumatizing day. Hoseok laughed, making me feel better instantly. Waking me up. I sat back up, my eyes trying to pry themselves open.

"That's more like it. I have last night's dinner warmed up for you, set on the dining table by your very own best friend who seems to be used as an alarm clock and a mother." Hoseok gritted his teeth as he said the last part.

"Thank you, Hoseok. For everything you do for me," I said sincerely. I really meant it. He's practically my care-giver. Hoseok nodded his head and made his way out my room. I took this opportunity to go back to sleep for another 5 min-

Hoseok swung open the door, pointing furiously at me. "I knew it! You're really not gonna have any water to drink if you-"

"Ah! Okay! I'm up."

"No you're not." Hoseok grabbed my wrists and pulled me up until I was standing and he dragged me to sit at the dining table. "Eat."

Groaning, I began to dig into the breakfast Hoseok prepared for me. "Good boy. Now I'm gonna head out to go shopping. You wanna come with?" I shrugged my shoulders and continued eating. "I'll take that as a yes. So hurry up and get ready or else I'm only buying enough food for myself."

"'Kay."

***

Jimin's hands rested on the back of my neck as I stared into his eyes realizing the look in them. It wasn't worry, it was lust.

Hoseok smacked my arm, my thoughts dispersing. "You good?"

"Yeah...just thinking about things."

"Well, hold these," he said, handing me a bag of rice and a jug of water. Jesus, they were heavy.

"Couldn't you have gotten a cart?" I complained.

"And let you stay looking like your legs are about to snap? No. Also we need to start exercising more. I can feel my fat taking over my muscles when I'm sitting around in the hospital."

We made our way to the cashier, and I spotted a range of colors of Play-Doh on the rack. My eyes scanned for yellow and I casually tossed it onto the belt once I found it. Hoseok looked at me with a lifted brow.

"It's for a patient," I said, cooly explaining myself.

"Someone's getting attached," he mumbled, proceeding to pay for the items.

It's not that I'm attached...is it? He likes the color yellow, so I'm buying him something yellow that can occupy him and keep him calm.

"Thank you," Hoseok said to the cashier as we took our groceries and headed out. "You've been spacing out a lot. You sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine. I told you, I just got a lot of things on my mind."

"Like your patient?"

"Ye- no. It's not that," I said, catching myself and hoping he wouldn't see past my lie. He probably could since he's known me for so long. He could read me like a book in a snap of his fingers. That was one of the things I liked about him. A lot of people in my life can't tell how I'm feeling, and Hoseok is the only person who can do that other than my mom. That quality of his has made him a great friend and doctor.

I kept thinking about Jimin. That dream felt so real, it made me realize it was something that I was missing. I wanted someone to love me like that. Of all people, why did my brain use his face? I mean, he's not bad looking. It's just that he's my patient and I'm not allowed to have a relationship with him. Maybe I thought about him because of what he told me. That was on my mind for a while.

Park Jimin, stop coming into my head so often.

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