Yoonmin- Delusions [M.YG • P.JM]

13- Play-Doh

Jimin's POV

"How have you been coping with your delusion?" Yoongi asked straight forward as he started the session. Today was our 25th one, to be specific. I've been keeping track so I can keep track of my progress even though Yoongi probably has it written down.

"Um...fine?"

"I mean does the idea that they're not real pop into your head whenever you see them?"

"Sometimes it does. But it doesn't feel right. They're my friends, they'd be hurt if they knew what I was thinking," I said, peeking over my shoulder to see them all huddled in a circle, focused on their game of Go Fish. It's all we ever play because it's the only game we know. I wish I knew more. Maybe Yoongi-hyung can teach me so I can teach it to them.

"I get that, Jimin, but they can't really get hurt since they're not really there."

"But they seem real to me!" I raised my voice, cowering down when I realized I had done so. Yoongi didn't react, probably used to it from other patients. "Even if they're not real...they feel real to me. Their feelings are real to me. I can't help but sympathize when they're hurt." I thought back to the times Jungkook and Taehyung fought. The times Seokjin hated himself and Namjoon would try his best to make him feel better. The times when Taehyung made me laugh and Jungkook would just watch and smile at us. The emotions we expressed and the feelings we felt didn't seem made up to me. They're my family.

"I'm sorry, Jimin," Yoongi gently held my hand with his fingers, his thumb brushing over it. "I didn't think about that."

"I forgive you. You just can't understand it, that's why. I don't blame you, so don't be sorry." I forced a smile. "I'll try to remind myself that they're only my imagination."

"You don't need to rush it, though, okay? It'll be easier if you don't push them away too quickly. That'll make you depressed and I don't want that. Just do it at your own pace." His hands slipped from mine as he pulled a pen from his pocket and jotted something down. When he finished, he toothlessly smiled, thinking of what to say next. "Oh! I've got something for you." He fished for something in his pocket, then pulled it out. In his hand was a small yellow container labeled 'Play-Doh.'

"What's that? Can I eat it?"

He chuckled. "It's Play-Doh. Look," he said as he peeled the plastic lid open until it popped off. Inside was a yellow cylinder, and he dug it out. "You can make anything with it." He began rolling it in his hand, a ball forming. "See? You try."

I stuck my hand out, Yoongi dropping the warm, yellow ball onto it. I smelled it to see if it was edible, but the smell was really salty, causing me to crinkle my face. Yoongi tried to hold his laughter, the back of his hand covering his mouth. I squished the substance, and it oozed between my fingers. It felt really satisfying so I did it over and over again.

"Your hands are gonna smell, by the way," he mentioned. I collected the product in my other hand and smelled my free one. He was right, it was the same salty odor. "If you accidentally eat it, it's non-toxic, okay? So don't get worried. Just don't try to snack on it, though. It tastes just as it smells."

"Thank you, Hyung. No one has bought me anything in a long time."

Yoongi's POV

I watched Jimin in awe as he happily smiled, playing with the dough. It was fascinating to see a 17 year-old boy be so entertained by a 7 year-old's toy.

The boy shaped a long rope, then swirled it into a circle. "Look, Hyung!" He placed it over his eye and began making silly faces. My lips curved into a smile and I tried to hold back laughing. I smiled widely and turned away, quietly letting out a laugh.

Suddenly, a hand touched my chin for me to face front again. Jimin placed a rope of play-doh swirled at the sides above my lips and pressed it to keep it there. He began laughing hysterically, hugging his stomach and leaning back onto the armrest of the sofa. When I realized that he was laughing because he put a yellow mustache on me, I pretended to be mad about it, throwing myself at him without thinking.

"You think that's funny?" I tickled his sides, causing him to laugh even louder, my heart beating faster at the sound of it.

"H-Hyung! S-Stop it!" He protected the left side of his body with his hand, the other trying to push me off, but failing as his laughter was weakening him. I finally stopped, resting my hands on either side of his shoulders on the sofa. I was practically hovering over him, and his smile slowly faded as he stared up at me. He was curious. I could tell by the look of his sparkling, brown eyes. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander down to his lips that was freshly coated in saliva. The way they were so plumped and glossed made my stomach turn.

"Hyung?" Jimin's voice softly called, his hand (still on me from when he was trying to push me away earlier) running down my chest. Before I let it go any further so I wouldn't crave for him to keep trailing his hand lower, I pushed myself off of him.

I cleared my throat and adjusted my coat. "I'm glad you like the gift, Jimin. I'll see you at our next session." He sat up and clutched his shirt as he watched me walk away.

If I had stayed in there another second, I wouldn't be able to control myself.

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