Yoonmin- Delusions [M.YG • P.JM]

32- Dead

Jimin's POV

The phone call with Yoongi had ended, and I was left alone in my room. I was a bit chilly, and so I went to my bed to wrap myself up in my blanket for warmth. I snuck the phone out from under the blanket and flipped it open. I was met with it's bright screen displaying Yoongi's name. I smiled at it, remembering some memories I made with Yoongi. Then the screen went black.

"Huh?" I snuck my other arm out of the blanket and clicked random buttons. "Did I break it?"

The thought of me breaking the device stung the back of my eyes and my heart began to fill with guilt.

Oh, god, what did I do? Now I can never talk to Yoongi over the phone. Hobi-hyung will be upset with me!

Tears filled my eyes until they fell in droplets, then a stream.

"Jimin, what's wrong?" Taehyung appeared beside me, his hand stroking my back in effort to comfort me.

I sniffled and looked to him. He isn't real, I know that. But him being here is comforting. I hate the feeling of being all alone.

"I think I b-broke the phone Hobi-hyung gave m-me," I choked out.

"It's okay, Jimin, accidents happen all the time."

"But it was given to me! It's like a gift from Hyung, and breaking a gift can make them upset."

"I don't think Hobi would get upset with you for accidentally breaking this old thing."

"Still...It means I can't talk to Yoongi over the phone."

"Oh, well, I don't know what to tell you then. Maybe he'll get you a new one?"

"Who will?"

"Either one of them."

"I don't want to burden them like that. These must cost a lot."

Taehyung shrugged.

"Just put it away for now and don't think about it until the morning or on Monday when you see him."

"What if Yoongi gets upset with me?" Tears ran down my cheeks again. "Yoongi isn't afraid t-to scold m-me if he has to."

A knock at the door startled me and Taehyung. He looked at me wide eyed and went to hide. Wondering who could be at my door during this hour, I got up to see who it is.

But my tears wouldn't stop falling.

With a click, I swung the door open, Yoongi standing right where I needed him. With one look at me, his face quickly dropped.

"Hey, hey," he quickly cooed as he saw I was crying, and cupped my face in his hands, closing the door behind him with his foot. "What's wrong?"

I cried even harder, not wanting to tell him the reason for my tears. I feel like such a baby.

"I c-can't tell you or you'll g-get m-mad at m-me!" I sobbed as he wiped away my tears with his thumbs. He leaned in to kiss my forehead, then rested his on mine.

"I could never be mad at you. Just tell me. I'll help you fix all of your problems. I always will."

I bit my bottom lip to stifle my sobs as I contemplated on whether I should just come clean or not.

I closed my eyes and sighed, grabbing Yoongi's wrists to bring them to his sides. I opened my eyes again and looked at Yoongi, sniffling.

"I think I broke the flip-phone."

This is it. This is where he-

"No, you didn't. It won't turn on anymore so you just think it's your fault." He smiled. "Your phone just died."

"Do we have to buy a new one?"

Yoongi slipped his hand into his pocket and brought something out. "Not with this you don't. Here, give me your phone."

I walked over to my bed where I left the phone, Yoongi following and dropping a black clothing on my bed. I picked up the device and handed it to him, then he proceeded to plug the cable into the phone. Then he walked over to the wall where an outlet was, and plugged it in.

"Now we wait for it to get juiced up."

"Oh, okay. Is that it? How did I know when it's done?"

"Wait for a while, and when the battery in the corner of the screen turns green you can unplug it. And when it becomes red again just charge it."

"Okie."

With nothing left to say, I just rocked back and forth on my toes and heels. Yoongi made his way over to me until he stood very close. His hand rested at my lower back and he pressed me into him.

I kept my gaze away from him as his breath fanned my face.

"I missed you," he mumbled, causing me to giggle.

"We just talked on the phone not too long ago!"

"I know," he sang. "But I miss your presence."

I hummed in response, happy with the words that flowed to my ears.

"Look at me, J."

God the way he says that nickname never gets old.

I did as I was told and met his eyes. He was so handsome to me. I hope no one ever takes him away from me. I hope he'll never leave me.

Pushing myself a bit off the floor with my toes, I connected my lips to his, then rested back on my heels. I just smiled at him as his face displayed shock. I was worried I had done something wrong, but he cupped my face and smashed his lips against mine once again with such passion. I wanted to kiss him with that same force.

I timidly reached my hand behind his head and ran my fingers through his hair. I knew he likes it when I scratch his scalp so I-

"Ah-" he suddenly let out, making my cheeks flush red. I liked when I could make Yoongi feel that way. I loved returning the favor.

"Hyung-" he interrupted me with his lips, his tongue tracing my bottom lip for permission. I opened my mouth further to let him in, and he didn't hesitate to intertwine with mine. He tasted a bit like an adult drink. What were those called again?

"Hyung," I tried again, this time he heard me. He stopped kissing me, and he listened while panting. "Let's go to my bed."

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