Lie to the Touch | Y.M

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Why was he there? What was he doing? Why didn't he say anything? Or do anything?

All these questions but no answers.

With a loud groan the man furiously rubbed his face trying to collect his thoughts together.

Finally he got up onto his feet, as his mismatched thoughts started fitting together making him overwhelmed by the second.

Clearly nothing was making sense, but in is mind everything was reasonable. He had to go back out... he forgot to say "hi" to the receptionist- yeah that's what he forgot. Or was it his keys, did he forget those as well? That's just the more reason to go back out into the hall.

He had to go and that was it. He grabbed the door yanking it open. Not forgetting to close it behind.

Pulling together the small ounce of courage he had, he walked forward. He can do this, just don't overthink, that's it. Simple as that.

As he descended down the hall, he made sure you slow his paste when he got to where he was intending on going. Before he fully pasted by, his eyes had caught a glimpse of silver in the corner of his eyes. Halting to a stop, Yoongi turned around slowly.

He looked towards the door handle, and there it was; a key. Confused, Yoongi took a step in that general direction.

"Uh- Jimin?" Yoongi coughed out. No response. Yoongi then bent down, next to the male, placing a hand on his shoulder. As he had done that Jimin started to fall over, Yoongi quickly grabbed a hold of him, before he could fully hit the floor.

"-fuck." Yoongi muttered, pulling Jimin closer to him.

"Jimin! What the hell you're burning up." Yoongi's mind screamed, when he accidentally made skin contact with the boy.

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With Yoongi's best effort, he had opened the door and had brought Jimin into his apartment; if that's what you should even call it.

Not to mention how Yoongi, being the charming man he was, had thrown poor Jimin on top a blanket, just so he could pull the boy into his bedroom.

Yoongi had the lucky chance of scoping out the place and he was not disappointed; the whole place was clearly a pig's stock.

Being the kind gentleman that he was, he tidied the place up to look a bit more decent, then how it had once appeared. After that, he spent two days or so nurturing Jimin back to health. Careful to making sure to never be there when Jimin was awake.  

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A sweet melody invaded the man's mind, to the point of getting overwhelmed. When suddenly, all of his thoughts scattered away leaving only one thing behind. The doorbell.

Groaning he got up from the floor of his apartment, leaving behind his notes and thoughts. Slowly he creaked the door open, only to hold a confused face.