Yoonmin- Delusions [M.YG • P.JM]

20- J

Yoongi's POV

"Jimin told me you guys went to the amusement park," Hoseok said as soon as he caught up to me. My heart began beating faster.

"W-What did he say?" Please tell me Jimin didn't tell him about the ki-

"That he saw Jungkook and Taehyung in real life- did he show any signs of stress? Wouldn't that confuse him even more?" He asked, quickly jumping into questions.

"He was fine actually. He's beginning to ease towards reality."

"Really?" He asked in interest. "Well, I'm glad that he didn't react bad to it. It could've caused him to lose a part of his memory."

I stopped in my tracks. "Holy fuck I didn't even think about that. If he had been really shocked, the stress would've been too much." I lightly covered my mouth to hold the gasp that almost escaped after I imagined Jimin fainting and forgetting who I was or who he was or who-

"The good thing is, it didn't happen," he reassured me, patting my back. He looked at the time on his watch. "Isn't it time for your session with Jimin? How many sessions has he had?"

"This would be our..," I said, flipping through the binder. "Thirtieth."

He nodded. "He seems to have progressed well if he was able to piece things together calmly when meeting his friends outside of his delusion."

"Yeah, I'm proud of him," I pressed my lips together and smiled.

"Alright go have your session with him," he said, letting me go off to Jimin.

***

"You told them?" I questioned Jimin.

"At first I didn't want to. I was scared they were going to leave me. But they just kept saying they were going to be there for me, and when I told them, it was true. They accepted it and were more than happy to stay my friends."

"What about that you're..." I couldn't finish my sentence.

"That I'm what?"

"That you...like me. A guy."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, I'm just saying. I came out as bisexual years ago."

"I have to tell people I like boys?"

I sighed. "Society has lead us to believe that it's a default for humans to automatically like the person of the opposite gender. So when someone likes someone of the same gender, we have to tell people so they don't assume."

"Who did you tell?"

"Hobi, my mom, and my dad."

"Were they okay with that?"

I shook my head and brought myself closer to Jimin. "My dad wasn't. He thinks that because I'm gay, I'm less of a man. That I'll begin to like makeup and shoes."

"Do you?"

"No, not all gay men are like that."

"Did you ever explain that to him?"

"What's the point? He barely looks at me."

"I'll tell my friends if you talk to your dad," he suggested, his small hands holding onto mine.

"I'm afraid he'll still hate me."

"No one should hate you for who you are. Even though you like boys, you're still you. Your personality, the way you look, the way you talk, and everything you've done in your life up until now. You've been and done all those things while you still liked boys." Jimin looked up at me with a small smile, and I felt my heart sink. He was right. Nothing really changed except for the act that I verbally said that I was bisexual. It was inside me all this time, and it didn't affect the way I loved my friends, my family, my job-

"I love you," my mouth spoke. I looked down at the boy whose eyes sparkled as he heard those words.

I let my hand trail up his chest to his neck, and he gulped, licking his lips. I leaned into him and gently pressed my lips against his. His hand held the wrist of my hand that was supporting the back of his neck. I could hear each breath he took as we released each other and came back. His plump upper lip switching out with his even softer bottom lip made it hard for me to stop.

I knew it was wrong for me as his doctor to feel this way about him, but what about him? Should a patient be allowed to crush on their doctor? It's not our fault the feeling is mutual. Please don't punish me for loving him.

I gently pushed him down and let myself hover him on my elbows. His hands tugged my lab coat off, then he wrapped his arms around my neck. My crotch pressed against his, I let myself grind against him. His breath got caught in his throat at the sensation, and I smiled in satisfaction before leaving his lips to explore his neck. I let my tongue drag over his soft skin, then lightly sucked to not leave harsh hickeys for others to get suspicious about.

"Yoon...gi," Jimin slowly let out my name, gripping my hair and digging his fingers into my back. It felt painfully good.

I heard him gasp, and I knew he became undone. But I wasn't there yet.

I pressed harder and faster, Jimin lost in the feeling. His soft and quiet moans were all I could hear.

"H-Hyung I can't take it-" he let out a strained moan.

"Almost, J," I said breathlessly, a knot forming in my stomach.

"N-Ah," Jimin tried to close his thighs.

At the sound of his moan, I felt the buildup release, and I stopped and collapsed on him. Both of us lied there and breathed heavily, sweat on our foreheads.

"I thought," Jimin took a couple more breaths. "I was gonna break."

I chuckled. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were so sensitive."

"No! I- I shouldn't have finished before you, I'm sorry, Hyung. I'll do better next time."

"Next time?" I repeated.

"I mean I-"

I propped myself up on my elbow and quickly kissed his lips. "I'll do this as many times as you want, Jimin."

He shied at me before realizing something. "You called me 'J' earlier. What's that about?"

"Oh, that. It just came up in the moment if you don't like it I won't say it anymore."

"No, I like it."

A smile crept up on my lips and I got off of him so that I could hide my embarrassment.

"Hyung, your pants," Jimin said, pointing out my stained crotch.

"Oh shit."

"It's okay. You can wear the jeans you let me have," he said, getting up to go get it from his drawer.

He came back and handed it to me, then shyly watched me change.

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