Yoonmin- Delusions [M.YG • P.JM]

17- You'll Get A Lot More of Those

Yoongi's POV

I couldn't help myself. Jimin was so close, so vulnerable. When he admitted that he had a crush on me, I wanted to finally kiss him. I wanted to know what it felt like seal his lip between mine. I wanted to know its taste. What disappointed me, though, was that he didn't kiss back. He probably didn't know how.

I released his lips and opened my eyes to see that he was frozen. He didn't blink, hesitating to speak.

"Jimin, I didn't know you felt that way towards me...But if it's true, you'd stop saying harsh things about yourself. You don't want to hurt me, do you?"

"N-No..."

"Good." I sat us down onto the couch. "From now on, you'll tell me when you're feeling sad."

Jimin touched his lips. "I promise."

"And if you keep that promise, you'll get a lot more of those," I said, noticing Jimin beginning to smile as he thought back on our first kiss.

He turned away, embarrassed, and I just leaned forward to peck his head. "Do you have anywhere you want to go? We have two days left until you have to go back..." I let my hand trace down his arm and held his hand.

He let out a soft giggle at my action. "I don't have anything in mind. I just want to be with you!" He turned to me and threw himself over me, causing me to fall back onto the couch. He giggled and snuggled against me. "I just want to be with you..." he trailed off, his smile wiping away.

"Jimin?"

"Oh, right. I promised," he said to himself. "I'm happy."

"You don't look that way."

"I'm so happy that I could cry, you know? I knew I liked you, but I wasn't sure if it was the kind of feeling that you explained to me. You said I could just be confusing it with friendship. But I talked to Taehyung, and he said if I like someone, I'd be turned on." At those words, I got out from his grip and sat up.

"He said what?!"

"He said it's when you don't want something to stop. Like you're begging for it not to. I think I'm turned on when I'm with you."

"J-Jimin I don't think you really get-"

"I do! I asked everyone. I know how I feel. I've never felt it before which is why I didn't understand it in the beginning, but it all adds up. I like you, Yoongi." I gulped. My instincts were telling me to push him down and strip him down to nothing, but I couldn't do that to him just yet. Not when he's still exploring the concept of 'love.'

"I like you, too, Jimin." I patted his head, a bright smile forming on his face. God, I could never grow tired of that. I patted his knee and got up. "Come on, I'll take you to the small amusement park."

"Amusement park? Grandma used to take me to one," he said, following me into my room.

I took a look at his outfit which consisted of a light blue shirt and a matching pair of pants. He'd stand out dressed like this. They'll know he's a patient. I went into my closet and looked for something he could pull off. Something small enough for him. I finally spotted a black and white striped long-sleeve shirt that I haven't worn in years, and a pair of black jeans. Grabbing them, I went back to hand them to Jimin who waited patiently while fiddling with his fingers.

"Put these on." He grabbed the outfit and eyed them carefully. "Do you not like them?"

"No, that's not it..," he said as he swayed back on forth on his toes and heel.

"Then what is it? Do you prefer something yellow? Because I can probably find-"

"N-No...You have to turn around." Jimin shied away, obvious embarrassment tainted on his cheeks, my own burning up as well.

"Oh, r-right. I'll go get you socks and shoes," I stuttered nervously as I thought of Jimin undressing in my room. I went back into my small walk-in closet and closed the door so he'd have more privacy. I searched in my shoe rack to find something for him, and lucky for him I found my black leather Prada Derby shoes that my mother gifted me after I skipped a couple grades. I can still remember the proud look she had on her face...

After that, I fished for black socks in my bottom drawer, finding them on the first try. I stuffed the socks into the shoes and knocked on the door.

"Jimin, are you done yet?"

"Yup!"

I swung open the door and almost dropped to my knees at the sight of Jimin dressed in my clothes and pulling them off as if it were his. Snapping out of it, I handed him the shoes. He sat on the ground and slid on the socks, then the shoes. Then he just sat there trying to figure out how to tie the laces.

Silently laughing to myself and covering my face so he wouldn't see, I crouched down and tied his shoes for him.

"Sorry...the hospital doesn't have laced shoes so I never learned."

"It's not your fault, Jimin. I'll teach you someday." I extended my hand for him to grab, then pulled him up.

And we were off to the amusement park.

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End of Chapter