Finding Bottom

Shower Problems [M]

Jimin POV

The next couple of days went just fine. Yoongi was physically recovering; sleeping a lot, lazing around when awake. Other than regular nurse duties, I tried to be helpful by making food, changing bedding, and basically letting Yoongi recover at his own speed. He slept a lot, but I suppose that was to be expected when recovering from the physical trauma his body went through. And I could only assume that his emotional trauma was contributing to his slight depression and need for sleep. He was often silent, staring off into a world I wasn't invited to share. But that was fine. I didn't press him for conversation, instead allowed him to be, and waited to see if he would eventually invite me into his world.

On the fourth day, I saw definite signs of progress. This came in the form of Yoongi announcing that he was taking a shower after breakfast.

"That's great news!" I encouraged. "Will you need any help bathing?" It was a common question for a nurse to ask.

"Wha-what do you mean?" he responded, a bit confused.

I looked at him with slight confusion in my eyes. "What I mean is, do you need help getting clean? When you're in the shower? Will you need assistance with washing and/or moving around?"

He rolled his eyes. "I know what those words meant. I guess I don't know why you think I'd need your help bathing myself. My body. The body I've lived in for 26 years."

"No need to be so sassy," I huffed. "I'm a nurse. It's my duty to help my patient and make sure they are safe."

"Relax, Angel," he chuckled. "I'll be fine taking a shower by myself in my own bathroom," he paused before saying, "unless you want to join me?" he asked with a smirk.

My eyes widened looking at him. There were so many thoughts racing through my head, all jumbled together. I couldn't respond at all. I had no coherent reply.

He immediately dropped his smirk, "Oh God. No. I- I didn't mean that. It's force of habit. Sorry."

Through the strained atmosphere, I managed to find a slight smile. "No, no. It's all good. In my occupation, I've heard worse." I paused. "What do you mean force of habit? You always invite men into the shower with you?"

"I-I'm not really sure what I meant by - wait. You've heard worse?" Yoongi asked, a surprised look on his face. "I'd ask you to give me examples, but that's probably just as inappropriate. Instead, I'm going to remove myself from this conversation by getting up, walking to my bathroom, and taking that shower."

And just like that, the tension diminished. "That is a very detailed plan you just shared with me." I laughed. "Thank you for letting me know."

Yoongi left the room quickly, and I sat down, initially staring off into space attempting to empty my mind. But let's be honest, I couldn't help but think about how very attractive Yoongi is with his dark hair, soft, flawless skin, pink lips that turn down slightly at the corners, sharp jawline, smoldering dark eyes... Attractive? That's an understatement. He's beautiful, and handsome, and hot, all wrapped up in complicated emotions and artistic intentions. He's the personification of bad-boy artist; him having a leather jacket and a motorcycle would only complete the fantasy. 

But he was troubled if the alcohol poisoning and overdose was any indication. What was the saying? The more beautiful the art, the more tortured the artist...or something like that. And judging by the beauty of his work, he was a very tortured soul.

I heard the water turn on in his bathroom, and at that moment I couldn't help but give my mind free reign to wander off to Yoongi's slender body, standing in the warm shower, soaping up his lean abdomen...My mind was drifting further, and I could feel myself starting to get hard. "Ohmygod," I said to myself, "you have to stop this. It's totally inappropriate to think of a patient this way."