Trust The Fate

Chapter 4: Hold Me Tight

Jimin rushes back to the guest room, just in time to see Seokjin placing Youngmi gently onto the bed.

"Oh, you've returned. Close the door. We don't want anybody peeking."

"Why?"

"Err... We kinda need to... remove her... undergarments."

"What?! Why?"

At this rate, Jimin's cheeks are a deep shade of red whereas he does notices Seokjin's red ears.

"It's dirty, Jimin. She might get an infection from that alone. I know it is wrong to strip her completely but if you notice, her undergarments are pretty much torn up."

"But how- I mean-"

"We both are going to cover our eyes. So, we wouldn't see anything. I got us my sleeping masks. Come."

Jimin approaches the bed, eyes on the unconscious female.

Gulping, he said, "She will be mad."

"I know. We don't pretty much have other choices."

"She's going to hate us."

"...Unfortunately. So yeah, we're gonna start with the shirt. Just position your hands here so that it will be easy for you to immediately put it on her."

Seokjin leads Jimin to his position, making sure that he is in the right angle before taking one of his eye masks and puts it on Jimin.

"Can you see anything?"

"No."

"Then that's good. Just listen to me okay?"

Jimin nods, gulping hard. He shakes his head to get rid of the inappropriate thoughts in his mind. Seokjin goes to his position, taking his own eye mask, and puts it on securely. Once making sure that he really cannot see a thing, his hands go under Youngmi's body thanking his pure luck for guessing the position of the bra clasp immediately. Trying his best to unclasp it, he surprises himself for taking too damn long thanks to his inexperiences. Once he manages to unclasp it, he blindly searches for the bra straps. Upon finding them, he slides them down Youngmi's arm, ultimately removing the whole bra. At this point, Seokjin is 100% sure that his face is redder than a tomato. "J-Jimin, now." Jimin carefully puts on the shirt, immediately pulling it down, while making sure that her head fits into the neck hole. He did squeak when one of his fingers brush onto something soft but he rather not think about it. "Done."

"Okay, remove your eye mask now."

They both remove their eye mask simultaneously, however, Jimin still closes his eyes and only peeks when Seokjin snorts. "You didn't put her arm through the sleeve." Smiling sheepishly, Jimin rubs his nape "I just thought that I should just do it when I can see properly." Jimin then proceeds on carefully putting Youngmi's right arm through the armhole while Seokjin did the left side. "Well, part 1 done. Moving on to the next part." Seokjin mutters. Jimin then shakes out the sweatpants as Seokjin drags him to his position. "Ready?" Seokjin asks. "Not really but I have no other choice," Jimin answers before putting on his eye mask. Seokjin simply shakes his head before putting on his eye mask as well. 

Gulping hardly, Seokjin tries his best to guess the location of the waistband, based on his short observation earlier. His first guess was wrong but luckily that area is covered by the shirt. Thus, he gently lets his fingers trace downwards, feeling guilty and anxious at the same time. The moment he can feel the waistband, he slips one hand under the shirt, tracing the shirt upward while trying not to make any contact with her skin until he touches his other hand. He then slips the other hand under the shirt before tugging onto the waistband. This time Seokjin is blushing uncontrollably and he pretty sure he needs to go to the bathroom after this because something in his pants decided that it is a good idea to go excited. His ears are against his head while his tail twitches. Taking in a deep breath, Seokjin gently slides down her underwear, extremely aware of her bandages, and once in awhile accidentally brushes his fingers against her skin. 'Shit!' he thoughts. Her scent does not help at all when it intensifies the moment she is free from the underwear. "J-J-Jimin." Nodding, Jimin tries his very best to put on her pants, squeaking when his fingers brush her skin by accident. To say that it is simply hard to do is an understatement. Jimin struggles with all his might, not to let his animal instinct wins and also try not to touch her too much though that is hard to do. His ears are pulled back, resting against his head while his tail is standing upright, swaying tensely. He releases his breath that he doesn't realize he was holding once the sweatpants are securely fit. "D-Done hyung." They once again remove the eye mask, satisfied that the female human is fully clothed. Seokjin tugs out the shirt under the pants. "Urm... Can you tuck her in and make sure she's comfortable? And then, can you clean everything here like put away the first aid kit and put her clothes into the dirty laundry basket?" Seokjin asks immediately. "Yes but-" "Good, I need to go to the bathroom. Remember to be gentle with her." Seokjin rushes outside to take care of his matter. Jimin simply blinks at his hyung before turning his gaze at Youngmi. Without wasting any time, he tucks Youngmi in properly and makes sure that her head is comfortably rested onto the soft pillow. He then goes to the bathroom to pick up the first aid kit and put it into the basin along with his bathroom stool and her dirty clothes. Going back to the bedroom, he picks up her dirty undergarments before quickly hiding it between her clothes. "This is going to drive me insane," he whispers as he calms himself down. He takes one last look at her before exiting the room and closes the door behind her. He goes to his bathroom to put back his bathroom stool and goes downstairs where he meets the rest of the members in the kitchen.