Min Yoongi ran up to Jimin's side and knelt next to him, a look of concern on his face.
"What happened?"
Jimin stared at the senior dumbly, eyes still watery from the stinging in his palms. "Uh... uhm I... I just-"
Sighing and bracing himself, Jimin averted his eyes, examining his torn up hands. "I fell."
"Again? You must be pretty clumsy then," Yoongi laughed.
Jimin didn't reply. I don't want to talk to him I don't want to talk to him I don't-
"You should clean those up." Yoongi took Jimin's hands in his own, reaching down with his fingers above the wounds, which had chunks of rock and dirt in them. He stopped a millimeter above his skin, then looked up into Jimin's face, asking for permission to continue.
Jimin stared for a moment before nodding wordlessly.
Satisfied, Yoongi gently brushed the larger chunks of rock and dirt off, then pulled a small bottle of hand sanitizer out of his back pocket. "I don't know if this was made for disinfecting cuts, but anything is better than nothing, right?"
"I guess..."
Jimin flinched when Yoongi squeezed a small amount onto his hands, rubbing it in very, very gently. He clenched his jaw as the stinging intensified, but he managed to brace himself through it.
... I guess it's better to get it over with, right?
"Yoongi?"
"Mhm?" The blonde looked up momentarily, distracted.
"Why... why were you stalking me?"
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Apple Blossoms | Yoonmin
FanfictionIn a world where soulmates find each other through shared scents, how can a boy find true love if he can't smell anything?
