Yoonmin- Delusions [M.YG • P.JM]

21- Eighteen yet?

Yoongi's POV

Can you fucking stop staring at me? I sneered in my head at the nurse who was eyeing me in concern.

I know I'm wearing damn jeans with my lab coat. Yes, I'm aware it's not the ideal or appropriate attire-

God dammit bitch, take a damn picture it'll last longer!

I took a deep breath to calm myself down. What I hated most in the world was being stared at. Like I was some sort of weird creature that had just emerged from the water. It happened most in high school. I was already one of the youngest and oddly intelligent people there, and on top of that I came out as bisexual.

As I reached an empty hall, I huffed out and leaned against the white wall. I felt its coolness seep through my clothes and onto my back, which helped me calm down more.

Even better, my best friend found me.

"Hey, you okay?" Hoseok rested his hand on my shoulder, the pressure easing me and his presence relieving me.

"I-" What am I supposed to say? That I just made myself and my patient orgasm and my pants got stained so I had to use the pair of jeans I gave him? "People problems."

"Are the staring issues back?" He knew me like the back of his hand. I wonder if that made him a great friend or a better doctor. Probably both.

I pulled the left side of my coat apart to reveal the black jeans I was wearing.

"Oh...Yeah, what's up with that? I thought you threw those away a long time ago."

"Nope. Found them and gave it to Jimin."

"And you're wearing them because..?"

Do I tell him? I mean he knows about me and Jimin, but does he really need to know about...that?

"No way," Hoseok's eyes widened. "My unfortunately-dirty-mind can only think of one thing! Yoongi you did not-"

"Shh!!" I leaned over the wall to check for anyone nearby. "Don't say it out loud."

"So y'all..." He nodded his head and widened his eyes to tell me something.

"Oh- No! No, no, no. Just, one thing lead to another, and my pants got ruined."

Hoseok leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. "It's too risky to do anything here. You know the walls here are thin right? So we can hear what's happening?"

"Trust me, Jimin's room is nothing like any other patient's. You've been there."

He nodded his head in agreement. "I guess." He pushed himself off the wall and eyed me seriously. "But Yoongi, if you get caught, they're not gonna tolerate it. You'll be fired so fast, you won't even get a chance to say 'goodbye' to him."

I leaned my head back, suddenly feeling down. "I know, but I can't help it. I've never met anyone like him. It's not like I'm forcing myself on him. It's not rape-" I stopped myself. "Holy fuck- he's not even eighteen yet," I whispered in realization.

"Yoongi...?" Hoseok's voice began to sound angry. "He's not eighteen yet?! And you- Oh, my god! You're gonna go to jail. And I'll be-"

"Snap out of it idiot," I said, smacking his arm. "I think he's turning eighteen soon. Until then, no one can know what happened, okay? Unless you wanna see me in jail."

"See who in jail?" The suddenness of the new voice startled me and Hoseok. Hoseok had the most dramatic reaction ever.

Someone very familiar was standing with us. A face that has been around since before me and Hoseok worked here. "Sungjae," I said, getting myself together after being scared half to death. "What are you doing here?"

"I was just passing by. Did I hear something about eighteen and rape?"

"Ew, that's what interests you? You're sick," Hoseok said disgusted from behind me.

"No, I'm just asking because that's what I think I heard."

"Well, you heard wrong." I grabbed Hoseok's wrist. "Let's go Hobi."

***

I dragged Hoseok into my office and closed the door.

"God, that was close," Hoseok said, stating the obvious.

"What if he heard the whole thing?" I said, worried and pacing around.

"Yoongi, I'm sure he didn't."

"We didn't even notice he was there until he spoke."

Hoseok stayed silent, trying to come up with something to say.

"Can we trust him? I don't even know the guy, he doesn't have anything against me. He wouldn't say anything, right?" I plopped myself down on the sofa to keep myself from ranting too much, the soft cushion hugging me.

"I think he'll say something to us before threatening to report you. Like you said, you two don't really know each other, so he has nothing against you. But if he did, he'd tell you about it first before coming at you with a threat," he explained, sitting himself down next to me and patting my knee.

"I think you're right. Thanks, Hobi."

"Pfft, I'm always right."

"You mean like when we were on our trip to America and your ramen soup had bubbles on the side which reminded you of saliva but you wanted to practice your English and said it out loud as 'dirty water' because you didn't know how to say "saliva" in English while pointing at it in front of the chefs that cooked it and they got mad at us so they kicked us out?"

"Well, damn."

After a moment of just seriousness, we burst into laughter, Hoseok's being the loudest as always.

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Sorry for the short chapter 😬