The Boy Who Stutters [YOONMIN]

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Yoongi was still fuming with anger as Jimin sat down on the bed, grabbing the rolling chair Yoongi was sitting on and pulling him closer.

"Let me see" Jimin sighed, taking Yoongi's hand.

"I'm fine" Yoongi grumbled and tried to take his hand back but Jimin held on tighter.

"Babe, let m-me see" he said sternly and Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"You di-didn't have t-to stand up for me" he murmured, opening the small first aid kit box and taking out some cotton and ointment.

"I don't care. They were making fun of you and I wasn't having it. Who do they think they are?" he grumbled.

"Yah. Min Yoongi, they're s-seniors, obviously they're going to pick on us. We're only f-freshmans" he said in a soft tone.

Yoongi rolled his eyes once again. "And just because they're seniors they can bully you? For being who you are?" he was fuming with anger as Jimin dabbed the cotton swab on Yoongi's bleeding knuckles.

"Just ignore them."

"I can't."

"And then w-what? What are you going to do? Get into f-fights all the time?"

"For you I'd do anything" Yoongi murmured which made a soft pink hue spread across Jimin's cheeks.

"Yoongi, that's not a reason to get into fights. You'll be s-suspended and how are you going to become a producer?" he cooed, pinching Yoongi's chin.

Yoongi gave him a lopsided smile and scooted closer. "Well maybe I can become an artist? Hm? I mean who knew you were good at drawing and painting stuff?" he chuckled and watched Jimin wrap the white bandage around his hand.

"I kept it a s-secret" Jimin grinned.

"Why?"

"Because...I didn't want you to l-laugh at me but I've always had a passion for art since I was a small kid. I-I just never showed it" he grinned.

"I'm proud of you" Yoongi murmured, looking at the picture hung on the bedroom wall which Jimin had painted.

Currently they were 5 months into their first year of university. After they graduated they were able to move to a small apartment with the help of Yoongi's mother who hooked them up with the place somehow or another, Yoongi wasn't interested in the details.

And of course Jimin's parents weren't happy at all...well more like his father wasn't happy. He had plans of sending Jimin off to law school and as soon as he found out his son was homosexual he disowned him without a second thought. It hurt Jimin to say the least but Yoongi was with him through everything and Jimin couldn't be more thankful.

"Do you have any homework?" Yoongi asked as he watched Jimin pack up the first aid box.

"Nope. I'll make us some tea" he smiled, kissing Yoongi's cheek and walking out of the small bedroom they shared.

Though the apartment wasn't anything luxurious Jimin loved it with all his heart. It was just enough for him and Yoongi and it gave a homie feeling that Jimin never felt even when he lived with his own parents.

He hummed, filling the kettle up with some water and setting it on the stove, grabbing their two mugs and adding a tea bag each.

Yoongi walked into the kitchen and smiled, walking over and hugging Jimin from behind. "I love you" he whispered making Jimin shudder. "I love you too" he said back with a small smile.

Yoongi pressed soft kisses in Jimin's neck, knowing it was a weak spot which of course made the younger whine out.

"Stop" he whispered, trying to nudge his boyfriend away but Yoongi wasn't going to.

"I know you like it" he whispered back with a chuckle, gently sucking on his skin which made Jimin's breath hitch and a tiny moan escaped his lips that made Yoongi smirk.

In one swift move he turned Jimin to face him and lifted him up, slinging him over his shoulder and turning off the stove.

"Oh my god! Yoongi put me down! Yoongi!!" Jimin squirmed, hitting his back with his small fists and as a response Yoongi smacked his ass, taking him out of the kitchen and towards the bedroom, dropping Jimin down on the soft mattress.

"Nope. Not today. We have classes tomorrow" Jimin huffed, trying to sit up but Yoongi only smirked.

"Do I look like I care?"