It has been just a kiss, a kiss that has given Jimin access to Yoongi's mind.
A Yoonmin roommate story with a twist and some side Taekook.
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#17 in Yoonmin
"Jimin!" Yoongi was shouting behind me but I was sprinting down the alleys out of the campus, across the street, through the door into the dance studio.
"Mr. Park, are you ok?" Mrs Kim shouted behind me but I never bothered to slow down reaching my classroom finally stopping, resting my elbows against the mirror panting loudly.
"Jimin!" That voice froze me to the core.
I turned to see Yoongi standing there leaning at a wall his face extra pale.
"No one has ever made me run that much since my despised PE teacher in primary school." Yoongi was catching in long breaths.
"Just leave." I raised my voice.
"What freaking happened. Have you really passed Jungkook a blue eye?"
"Stop annoying me!" I approached him ready to punch into that Mona Lisa smile.
"Hey, I'm doing extra rounds here for you and you're overreacting again amigo." Yoongi raised his brow. "So why have you punched the shit out of Jungkook?"
"Not your freaking business!" I yelled again stopping so close I could feel his body heat.
"Why so mad?"
"Stop talking!"
Yoongi looked me straight in the eyes when I raised my trembling hands grabbing his cheeks, pressing him to that freaking wall while falling over his lips. The electrifying taste of his smooth tongue was like opening a treasure. I moaned into the kiss licking him deeper when an image popped into my mind.
There was a burning piano, a boy crying a woman yelling, the same boy a bit older lying on a bathroom floor in pain, the same boy running behind me watching my back disappearing in the dance studio door...
"What the..." I jumped back when Yoongi's eyes filled with pure fear.
I could see him, could see my own face like through his eyes.
"Shit," his rough voice rang in my head, a second later Yoongi turned around leaving the room, the door banged but the images were still there.
Him running out bumping into one of my students,
"Shit. Shit. Shit." He was swearing, the burning piano returning so vividly, me approaching, the perspective of my face in the kiss.
"Shit!" I swore walking to the mirror and back but the images were still there, as if my head has gained so magic access to his head.
"Mr. Park are you ok?" The girl Yoongi has bumped into stopped that avalanche with her uncertain voice.
"I... I'm sorry could you wait outside."
She nodded looking at me strangely yet leaving the practice room in a hurry.
I sat down on the floor trying to stop those images in my mind yet they were still there, Yoongi closing himself in our dormitory, tearing his hair, crumbling note sheets from fury, but it was invincible, his whole life story uncovering like a freaking book for me to read.
I wasn't insane, was I? That question was there still open when I was sitting on a bench in the main campus alley trying to convince myself that it wasn't possible to mind read my roommate after kissing him. That wasn't even sorcery comics books are covering.
Was it ok if I stay here on that bench, as going back to the dormitory seemed impossible, especially as freaking Min Yoongi was playing music extra loudly to stop the images of him lying me down on our apartment's floor, that were now showcasing so vividly in my head. Great, after passing to position 69 I was done, really Yoongi, even my mind wasn't that perverted.
I jumped up suddenly wondering if he could mind read me the same way, what if he did, should I guard each thought now? Instead of answering questions impossible to answer I stormed V's dorm running up all that flights of stairs to knock at his door. No answer. Great.
"V! Open up! I know you are there!" I yelled banging and kicking at the door ignoring that vivid images of Yoongi yes... doing inappropriate things to me I. His mind. "Open! I will not leave uti..."
The door opened abruptly but instead of V in his baggy pajamas my eyes were met with some eight pack abs like form a freaking gym commercial. I must have been purple when my words died in my throat and I gulped nervously looking up from those abs, a towel just loosely bound around the guys hips, up his toned chest to that flirty ever not so serious expression of no other but Jung Jungkook.
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