Yoonmin- Delusions [M.YG • P.JM]

33- Hung Up

Yoongi's POV

"Let's go to my bed," were the words that left the younger's lips. And all I could think of was how to fuck him senseless.

With a smirk on my face, I followed him to his bed as he led me with my fingers with his hand. As we approached the mattress I was ready to put my ideas into action-

Then Jimin yawned.

"Hyung, I love you, but I'm a bit tired. Do you want to sleep with me?" He asked, rubbing his puffy eyes.

Hell, yeah I want to sleep with you. But I know that's not what he meant.

"S-Sure." Then I realized. "Actually, I can't. I'm not supposed to be here and I made the security believe that I was only here to get something I left behind, when really I was here to deliver something you're not allowed to have."

The hopeful expression on Jimin's face faded, but he understood.

"Okay. Next time, then."

I sympathetically smiled toothlessly at him, and brought my hand up to run my thumb over his soft cheek.

"I'm sorry, baby." He leaned against my touch and smiled. "I'll make it up to you some other time. Trust me, I'd love to lay with you, but I just can't today."

I pulled my hand back and the hoodie I had left on his bed caught my attention.

"Oh!" I leaned over and picked up the hoodie with two fingers, barely grasping it. "This," I say as I shove it towards him, "is for you because you told me earlier that you were cold."

"More of Yoongi-hyung's clothes? Yay~" He said the last part quietly and a little unenthusiastically, most likely without meaning to.

"I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not."

"Sarcastic?"

"Never mind. Um, so, yeah. You can wear it when you're cold or when you miss me. Hold onto it for as long as you need it. But I will need it back occasionally to wash it, of course."

His short arms wrapped around me without warning, and I felt his giggle vibrate against my chest. "Thank you, Hyung. I promise to take care of it."

He pulled away and slipped on the hoodie, the sleeves a bit longer than his arms, giving him sweater paws. He looked adorable, but again, when is he not? He just admired the hoodie he had on, and inspected every part of it as if he was trying to memorize what it looked like all around.

"This is Yoongi-Hyung's favorite color," he recalled to our earliest session.

I patted his head rewardingly, unable to hold back my smile. "You're too cute sometimes."

This made him giggle once more, and I could never ever get tired of that sound. The innocence that was laced in it, the joy that it emitted, and the fact that it came from him. I loved it. I loved everything about his mere laugh.

I pulled him close by the loose fabric of my hoodie that he couldn't fill and breathed hotly in his ear, causing him to shrug his shoulders. I kissed right before his ear, then to his cheek, the corner of his mouth, then his plump lips.

But much to both of our dismay, I didn't continue as I couldn't stay here any longer or else the security might come try looking for me.

"I've gotta go, Jimin. I'll miss you," I told him as I walked backwards toward the door.

"Goodbye, Yoongi!" He waved happily at me, and so I returned a small one.

And then he was out of sight when I walked out of the room and closed the door. A couple of steps onward and my phone begins to vibrate. Digging out my phone from the pocket of my jeans, I see Hoseok's name displayed on it. So, putting the phone to my ear, I answer it.

"Yeah?"

"Yoongi-Hyung!" This voice was that of the boy I had just parted ways with.

I guess I still haven't changed the name on his old phone.

"What's up, baby?" I asked as I continued toward the elevator.

Jimin giggled on the other side of the line. "I just want to make sure you get to your car safely. The hospital at night is a bit sketchy."

"Sketchy?"

"Yeah, do you know how many patients have died here? Many of them being suicides? There must be a lot of ghosts walking around at this time. Good luck!"

This place is creepy as it was, but Jimin was just feeding into it.

"W-Why would you tell me that?"

A screech from the end of the hallway startled me, my heart beating at an incredible rate. I quickly felt my skin form goosebumps, and I couldn't help but shiver.

"I'm just warning you because I don't want you to die."

"D-Die?" I made it to the elevator, and I rapidly pressed on the 'down' button as if it was going to make it arrive faster.

"Be careful not to look down, Taehyung told me ghosts are weighed down by all of the bad deeds they did in their life."

I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on other things.

"What if I look up?"

"Then you're looking at something that isn't human. Humans can't climb on ceilings, silly!"

Just the thought of looking up or down and finding something or someone, scared me. And I'm never afraid of things that obviously don't exist.

The elevator dinged and I rushed inside, my heart racing.

"Hey, Jimin?"

"Hm?"

"Those things you said, gave me the creeps. I was scared."

"Me? Scare Yoongi-hyung?"

I chuckled. "I know, right? It's just this place is so eerie at night, and you were making me imagine the worst."

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I was just letting you know."

"Well, is there anything else I need to know?"

"Umm...Where are you, right now?"

"The elevator."

"Oh! The elevator? There's this-"

I hung up.

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