Finding Bottom

Magic Vanished

Jimin POV

I couldn't have been more excited to finally feel inside Yoongi and blissfully was rolling the condom on when I looked up to see him with his hand out as if to take the condom, confusion starting to seep into his eyes.

And just like that, the magic that had enveloped the room, wrapping us in it's warm embrace, holding off the intrusive outside world, had vanished.

Yoongi spat out at me, "Angel, what the fuck? What are you doing? I'm supposed to fuck you. I'm not a bottom." Hitting the word bottom with a sneer as if it was the worst word in the spoken language. He shoved me off him, allowing me to roll off the couch and land on the floor, hastily reaching for his pants while standing up in order to pull them on. He continued hissing at me, "I've never bottomed, and I never will. What would ever give you that impression?!!" He sounded so angry and confused.

"I thought that – But didn't we both –" I couldn't finish a thought. I really assumed we were on the same page about where all of this was going. But now that the haze of lust was gone, and I thought about it, we had never talked about...well about any of this. "Oh God. Oh no. Shit," I said aloud. I was just waking up to the fact that Yoongi is my patient, and none of what we did was appropriate.

Nervously, I started to babble. "Um. Listen Yoongi. Um. Oh God. I am so sorry. Please don't think I was trying to take advantage of you."

Yoongi looked at me with anger. "Take advantage of me? That's not – You're not my – Unless you meant..." his voice trailed off, leaving me wondering where his mind was going.

"You're my....and I'm supposed to...I- I am so, so sorry." I stammered out.

He took a deep breath, still tense and angry, before he spoke again, eyes focused on the ground. "Damaged. Isn't that what you called me before? What did you think? That I wouldn't mind getting your dick up my ass, that I'd be grateful for it? You could just fuck the damaged boy and keep me as your toy?"

"No. No, Yoongi. You don't understand. You're misinterpreting-"

He cut me off. "Why? Because I'm too messed up to understand? You know what? I've changed my mind. This was inappropriate." He picked up the shirt from the floor, zipping his pants as he walked toward the bathroom, the muscles in his back clenched and stiff.

"Yoongi, wait," I called after him, but he walked into the bathroom without a backward glance, slamming the door and locking it.

I stood there for a while, not sure what to do, confusion clouding my mind. All that kept running through my head was that I took advantage of his vulnerable state, of the fact that he was stuck with me and that I was supposed to be caring for him.

Yoongi had already said that he wanted me, that he was horny. His comment should have been reason enough for me to ask Hoseok to find someone new for this assignment. As I continued thinking, my mind began clearing and I realized that I was still standing in the middle of the room naked. I was picking up my clothes, pulling on my pants, zipping them, when I spotted Yoongi's shirt still on the floor. I looked around for my shirt, but didn't see it and assumed in his rush, Yoongi must have picked up the wrong shirt. Without thinking, I picked it up and sniffed it, inhaling the scent that was uniquely him. I thought back to earlier in the day when he had finally stepped out of his bedroom to join me for dinner. At that time, I made note of the simple, black, long-sleeve tee and how good he looked. I forced out a huff, thinking about how much can change in a few short hours. I shrugged my shoulders, pulling on his shirt, bunching up the front to bring it to my nose so I could smell his scent again.

Now resolute, I knew what I had to do. I took my phone out of my back pocket, placing it next to Yoongi's. I didn't want to have to contact Hoseok right now to ask him to deactivate the tracker. I'd figure out a way to get in touch with him to ask for my phone back, right now I just needed to get out of here. Making sure I had my wallet, I opened the door, looking back at the bathroom door where Yoongi was, wanting to leave before he came back out. I whispered a quick, "I'm sorry" and left.