Before the second therapy session of the day began, Yoongi and the others were allowed their designated shower time, or as Yoongi liked to call it, nap time. Sure he would sometimes take a two minute shower but he spent most of the time sleeping. It helped that he didn't have a roommate to worry about taking a shower before him, he was actually the only one in his therapy group that didn't have a roommate, except maybe Rhiannon now, and it was probably the reason he wasn't as close to the others as he knew he should be, though as always it was hard for him to find it in him to care. So you could imagine to Yoongi's surprise when he got to his room and heard his shower already running. It was slightly alarming, and Yoongi shuffled to the shower with as much hurry as he could muster, throwing the panel door open to the bathroom and instantly catching sight of a very naked, and now very shocked Rhiannon.
"Oh," Yoongi deadpanned, his previous alarm instantly gone and leaving him more tired than he already was, "that's why the shower was running? Guess you're my roommate now." Rhiannon's wide Green eyes just blinked at Yoongi in panic, her hands shooting down to grab a towel cover herself up . Cute, Yoongi thought quietly again. With her rose blush, pink lips slightly open in her surprise, her emerald eyes wide and her eyebrows raised worriedly; damn she's cute, Yoongi thought again, glad he was finally bale to feel an attraction to someone, and glad that it was Rhiannon he found that attraction to. It took another second of shameless staring before it vaguely occurred to Yoongi then that he should probably leave Rhiannon as this situation must be embarrassing for her , but he didn't move just yet, his eyes caught on the newcomer's bruises . Her skin bruised and cuts all over her body and the slight bones sticking out form not eating Yoongi almost made a noise of pity when the purple haired girl stuttered,
"Uh, o-oppa -" Yoongi nodded out of his stupor and immediately turned around,
"Leaving, leaving, yup, I am leaving, sorry!" he mumbled quickly, deciding not to take a shower and go straight to sleep, hoping the kid didn't hate him now and subconsciously noticing he'd never worried about that before. Of course he had always wanted to feel, to be normal, he had always wanted to have friends and to feel connections with people, to love people, but it as like he was procrastinating being a human being. He would always think, eh I'll worry later, eh I'm too tired to care, or eh feeling is too hard, making friends is too hard. Look where that thinking had gotten him; a mental hospital after he decided to set himself on fire just because he was bored, because he was tired of not being able to feel the right emotions, of only feeling sad, and tired, and lonely, and confused. Yoongi could have very well have gone to jail for setting his apartment on fire had his landlady pressed charges, and yet she hadn't, in exchange for Yoongi to 'get help' she hadn't done anything to him, and Yoongi suddenly realized she had been kind to him for demanding he be sent here. She had been worried about him, even though he rarely saw her, usually paid his rent late, and hadn't nearly shown her the respect she deserved. Humans are weird, Yoongi thought as he face planted into his uncomfortable bed. Normally it took about 30 seconds to fall asleep, yet today he had to let his mind to wander to get tired, and, being the weird organ it was, his brain mostly stuck to the topic of the violet headed ball of preciousness named Rhiannon ,
"Oppa ." Yoongi awoke at the sound of Rhiannon's voice. He grunted in acknowledgment but still had yet to open his eyes, it was always his least favorite part of waking up. "Oppa ?" Yoongi grunted again and waited for the purple haired girl to continue, but she never did. Instead, Yoongi felt his bed dip ever so slightly, and a pair of legs swinging over his hips. Yoongi's eyes popped open to see Rhiannon on top of his lap, her emerald eyes hooded and... lustful? Other than the pink shorts and cropt top she was wearing Rhiannon was still completely naked, her hair still damp from her shower.
"Rhiannon, what-" Yoongi started, but Rhiannon cocked her head to the side with a small smirk on her face, bringing a small, pale finger to her lips in a shushing gesture.
"Oppa , do you think I'm cute like this?" She asked, teasingly innocently .
"O-Oppa ? Wake up! Wake up Oppa !" Yoongi's eyes shot open and he gasped in a huge lungful of air as Rhiannon shook him awake.
"Wh-what? Rhiannon, you're-"
"I think you were having a bad dream Oppa , so I thought it would be best to wake you up." Yoongi nearly smacked himself in the face, cursing his brain for not making the events in his dream go by quicker, and it was just getting to the good part, he inwardly whimpered. He nodded and looked up at the smaller girl in front of him, noticing that the Rhiannon in his dream couldn't have been this Rhiannon , as the previous Rhiannon had been less bruised , and with thick thighs and perfectly squishy cheeks.
"Uh, yeah, th-thanks Rhiannon ," Yoongi sat up slowly and shifted around so he could swing his legs over the bed, instantly regretting the decision when he felt a cold wetness in his underwear. The black haired man groaned lowly, as this particular thing hadn't happened to him since he was still a ball of high school freshman hormones. "Is there, still enough time for me to shower? To uh, clear my head from my um, dream?" Rhiannon's eyes widened and darted to the small clock in their room before turning back to smile smally at Yoongi,
"Oh yeah, of course Yoongi-Oppa , it's only been about ten minutes, so you have plenty of time. I'm sorry you had a nightmare though," Rhi looked away and lowered her voice, "I um, I get them a lot too so I understand how upsetting they can be." Oh if only you knew the real story kid, Yoongi thought, but instead he just patted the girls shoulder,
"Thanks for the concern Rhi , that's uh, really, kind of you, um," Yoongi cleared his throat, "yeah thanks." He finished before he got off the bed and began to subtly waddle to the bathroom, shedding his clothes and turning the shower to the coldest setting it could go to, just shy of the temperature of his soul, before stepping in. What in the actual fuck was that? Yoongi finally thought to himself as he let the water drip over his overheated body. He had never had a dream like that before in his life, hell he hadn't even been sure he had a sexuality to have a dream like that. Well apparently he had one now, which seemed like something Doctor Seokjin would like to know, in a private conversation of course. The only question Yoongi had left to answer now was...
