AGUST D (Yoonjin)

Seperation

Suga~

I didn't respond to his whisper. I shifted out of his arms and back into the bed after hearing him speak to me. It was the voice of a monster. The monster who hurt jimin. Jimin who sat right beside him acting like everything was okay.
"He shall be able to go to school tomorrow but you need to keep an eye on him at all times." The doctor said. Jin nodded, the doctor gave me my clothes, and left. I changed my clothes and walked out with him and jimin.
I head straight for the exit, Jin struggling to keep up.
"Yoongi why are you walking so fast?"
"I want to get out of here." I told him. He looked away seeing that I was obviously serious about this and just followed. We got to Jimins car and Jin drove while Jimin sat in the back seat with me. I rested my head on jimins lap while we rode, he played with my hair and fluffed it around until we got home.

We arrived and I immediately went inside, not waiting for Jimin or Jin.
I lay on my bed and felt another person lay beside me. I assumed it was jin, jimin was probably down stairs.
I opened on eye and of course, Jin was there.
"Yoongi.. I can tell your still mad at me for what I did to jimin. But I talked it out with him.." he shivered in the cold air, not putting a blanket over himself. He was curled into a ball, staring at the bed sheets while he plead guilty.
"I am still mad at you. I'm surprised you noticed.
"What can I do to make you forgive me..?" He pouted. I couldn't help but forgive him now. His face is my weakness. He himself is my weakness.
I got closer to him and kissed him. His eyes were wide at first, but slowly feathered its way closed.
I kissed him repeatedly until I had sucked the thought out of his mind. But when I finally distracted him, I couldn't stop. I couldn't pull away. I wanted to but I didn't want to the longer we were connected.
Soft moans escaped his mouth as he held the kiss even longer. Finally he pulled away.
Breathless and flustered, but I could still see the thought creeping back into him. He was about to ask me the question when I kissed him again. He enjoyed it more than last time. I wondered why until I saw myself pinning him down on the bed.
I knew I didn't want to. But my heart loved him so much that it was controlling my body instead of my brain.
I finally got control of my self and stopped, he looked confused.
If I wanted it to seem like I wasn't sending mixed signals then I should just stop here..