Lie to the Touch | Y.M

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A groan left the lips of the male; waking up to a huge hangover from yesterday's events. Sitting up he squinted his eyes, from the strong lighting of the room.

"Fuck," Jimin spewed, rubbing at his temples to calm the oncoming pain.

"You're awake." A voice spoke, somewhere in the room. Jimin being surprised, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets. Did he fuck up? Did he end up sleeping with someone? All these thoughts were running through his mind, that he almost was going to combust.

"You okay?" It came again, Jimin didn't process who was talking to him, with his mind not being in the right place at the moment.

"I'm right here, kitchen." The male answered, understanding how Jimin was probably confused as hell. Jimin decided to get up from the low view, from the mattress he was on, to meet the eyes of the man he was most craving for recently.

"Yoongi?" The words left him before he could even catch them. The man tilted his head towards Jimin with an emotionless face anticipating what's to come.

"Why am I here?" Jimin then asked, feeling a little awkward.

"I brought you here, couldn't find your keys." Yoongi claimed, more like he was lying. He knew where the keys were, but something in him wanted to watch over the latter, and keep him close.

"Oh. What happened yesterday?" Jimin looked up to meet Yoongi's strong gaze trying to not let it falter.

"You were drunk and almost... got raped." Yoongi deadpanned, turning around to do something in the kitchen. Jimin's jaw went slack.

"R-raped?" Jimin stuttered, a sweat breaking out as he dropped back onto the mattress.

"Yeah, I just said that." Yoongi retorted with his back to Jimin as he mixed something in a cup. The thing was Yoongi didn't want to see Jimin's face when he broke it to him, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back and comfort him. Yoongi didn't hear a response from Jimin for a good moment, making him concerned.

Yoongi turned around to step closer to the small opening in the wall that divided the kitchen to the rest of the small room. He peered over to see Jimin drained of colour, with his hands fisted in his hair.

"Hey Jimin, you okay?" Yoongi asked, trying to get something out of the man.

"This is your fault." Jimin whispered to himself in the eerie quiet room, but it was loud enough for Yoongi to catch it. Yoongi looked a little taken aback as he stared at Jimin's hunched form.

"What?" He asked not knowing if he heard him right. Jimin looked up with tear stained cheeks, at Yoongi.

"Nothing," he claimed, looking to the side, seeming exhausted. Yoongi felt lost in the situation, he didn't know what to do, all he was good at was avoiding.

"So if you don't have anything to say, I'll be going." Yoongi coughed, getting the attentiveness of the latter. Who tensed up at the proclamation.

"Why didn't you let me finish what I wanted to say on the rooftop?" Jimin blurted out of nowhere, this was his only chance to get answers out of the man. Yoongi ignored the action, grabbing his keys off the counter in the kitchen and strolled over to the door.

"I was talking about you." Jimin carried on, not caring if he had the attention of the man or not. Yoongi didn't hear everything Jimin was muttering, as he was trying to leave his apartment, feeling suffocated.

"I love you!" Jimin confessed, as the door slammed shut. Yet again his words fell on deaf ears.

Yoongi's heartbeat instantly started to pick up. He didn't know if he heard right or if his mind was playing tricks on him. Shaking the thoughts out of his mind, he kept walking. There was no use in turning around.

So he walked over to the elevator, thinking about what he should do to waste enough time for Jimin to be out of his apartment when he returned.

He ended up going to the music store and spent his time absorbed in the wonders of music.

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