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[diminie-xo-blog]

-talchul- ch: 3

The remainder of the day went on, uneventful as it was. Lunch came and went, dinner came and went. All Yoongi could think about was being rejected by Jimin. He felt stupid, ugly, worthless - you name it. He hadn’t seem Jimin for the rest of the day, he figured he was busy with more intake things. He had been through this, he knew how annoying the whole ordeal could be. Luckily for Yoongi, minus lunch and dinner, he got to lay on his bed and sulk within himself.

I shouldn’t have gone that far.. I ruined it all.. he thought. How could he be so stupid to think someone as gorgeous as Jimin would give him a shot anyway? He was small. His smile was strange. His eyes were too small. Yoongi could think of a thousand reasons why Jimin would reject him; it was no surprise. But man, did it hurt.

Yoongi finally pulled himself off of his bed, deciding that it was a good time for a shower. He went over to his dresser and pulled out some boxers and basic sleep clothing. He then grabbed his small box of toiletries and made his way to their private bathroom. Once the door closed behind him, he felt safe enough to really let the feelings of the rejection wash over him. So much that tears brimmed his eyes. He felt foolish for feeling this way over someone he barely knew, but he couldn’t help himself. Jimin was special. He knew that much, something told him that. Jimin would make one equally special man very lucky, and Yoongi was sad that it wouldn’t be him.

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All day only one thing ran through Jimin’s mind: how Yoongi must’ve been feeling since there was no reply. It was one meeting after another, one evaluation after another, one healthcheck after another. It felt endless. And each one became worse and worse, he didn’t care to do any of this. He didn’t want to be there anyway. Especially not right then, he was concerned for a man he barely knew. Jimin was sensitive like that.

Once the string of doctors and therapists had had their way with him, he was finally finished. And he couldn’t wait to get back to his shared room with Yoongi so he could say what he wanted to say. Which.. he hadn’t even thought about. He hope the words would come to him once he arrived. Jimin all but ran back to his room, but once he got there he was met with emptiness. Yoongi was nowhere to be seen and the only sound in the room was trickles from the shower running in the bathroom. Jimin let out a sigh, knowing there was only one person that could be. He placed all his paperwork he had been given down on his dresser and took a seat at the edge of his bed once again. It was a waiting game now. But what would he say to the older boy? His heart began racing with nervousness as he tried his best to think of what he should say to Yoongi. How does one reply to such a note? He was flattered, that much was certain. But was this just a fleeting moment? They were strangers, and who knew how long either of them would be there. How would they find each other afterwards? So many things ran through his mind. Yoongi was attractive, but he was blunt and messy. Was that something he wanted?

His small body began shaking when he heard the water turn off in the bathroom. Yoongi would be coming out any moment, and he still hadn’t decided on what he was going to say to him. He knew that he had to think of something fast, or more awkward silence would fill the room - both of them knowing what was written in the honest note.

Everything stopped when he heard the door handle twist. His heart, his thoughts, the shaking. He froze in his spot at the end of his bed. This was it, the next thing to come out of his mouth would change everything. But what would it be? He took a deep breath in, his nerves returning to him as the bathroom door opened. He waited, his eyes shifting toward the door in both anticipation and fear.

Yoongi froze as he walked out of the bathroom. He wasn’t expecting Jimin to be back quite yet. He had only taken underwear and sweatpants into the bathroom with him, and he was haphazardly dried off. The towel was still in his hand. He stood in front of Jimin, unsure of what to say or do. “I... “ he began. “Um.. sorry.. I didn’t know you’d be back..” he finished, apologizing for being half naked in front of his roommate.

Jimin swallowed the lump that formed in his throat and he nodded lightly. Truth was, he didn’t mind. He was still stuck in place, staring at Yoongi’s glistening body. He had no more thoughts, no more fear, no more nerves. He knew what he wanted as he looked at the blonde. “Show me...” he said with quiet confidence.

Yoongi’s head tilted. He wasn’t sure what Jimin meant or wanted by the simple statement. His eyes locked with Jimin’s for just a moment. “Show you....?” He replied.

Jimin nodded, “show me how beautiful you think I am.” He finished, his eyes still locked on Yoongi.

That was it. That’s all it took. Yoongi dropped his towel and closed the small distance between himself and the end of the bed that Jimin was sitting on. He confidently crawled over the small boy, pushing him back into a laying position on the bed as he did. “I will.” He said. There was no more need for words, only actions. He meant everything he wrote in his note and he was determined to prove it to Jimin. He didn’t think twice as his lips met the full, soft ones that belonged to Jimin. His heart started racing - it was just as he had imagined it. Yoongi wrapped one of his arms under Jimin’s small frame and lifted him just slightly to pull his body further up on the bed where it would be more comfortable. He was shocked at how light he really was, but he made no mistake in letting Jimin know that.

Jimin’s arms wrapped naturally around Yoongi’s neck once their kiss depended further - becoming more and more passionate with each passing moment. Why was he so nervous in the first place? This felt right. He loved feeling Yoongi’s body on top of his. He felt warm, loving. Much different than the boy who was clumsy with words. This man was a whole new one. One who moved and kissed with confidence. His hands tangled themselves in Yoongi’s soft hair, his fingers clenching onto the strands with anticipation. Then suddenly, the older boy pulled away from him. A small sound of disapproval came from Jimin’s mouth when their lips pulled apart. “Why -“ he began, but was quickly cut off.

“Sit up.”

Yoongi moved his body backwards so he was in more of a sitting position - as he did so, he pulled a confused Jimin along with him. His hands gripped the bottom of Jimin’s basic T-shirt and slowly pulled it over his head. He knew that the younger boy would be worried about being so exposed. It was more clear than ever that he had body image issues when Jimin looked away shyly. He didn’t like knowing that Yoongi was looking at his thin body.

Yoongi licked his lips and placed both of his hands on Jimin’s face, pulling his gaze back toward him. “Jiminie...” he said quietly, earning a small smile from the boy. “You’re beautiful.” He pushed his body forwards once more, back into that same laying position they had been in. Their lips met once again in yet another heated kiss. But this one was different, it had a different feeling. It was more passionate, more loving. Yoongi’s hands explored his body, caressing every inch as they made their way down to his thighs. He pulled on them slightly, showing Jimin he wanted them wrapped around his body - which he happily complied with.  

Jimin’s hands had other ideas though. He was far too excited for the direction that this was headed. His hands went straight for the waist line on Yoongi’s sweatpants. He could feel the blondes hardening cock rubbing against him through the clothing and he wanted more. His hands snuck inside with wavering confidence. Was this the right thing to do? He wasn’t sure. He was a virgin, but he wasn’t going to tell Yoongi that. His small hands wrapped around his member as he slowly began moving his hand around in a twisting motion. It was what he normally did to himself, and it felt good, right?

Yoongi pulled his lips away from Jimin’s once again and showed a small smirk to the boy under him. “Excited are you?” He asked slyly - to which the only reply he got was a quick nod and the sexiest bottom lip bite he had ever seen. He didn’t need much more than that for approval, even if he had already been given it. In one swift motion he sat up once again, unbuttoning Jimin’s pants and pulling them - along with his under garments, off his small body. He took a moment to glance over his fully naked body, his tongue slipping out to lick his lips. Jimin really was beautiful. He wasted no time in climbing off the side of the bed to rid of his own garments so their bodies could finally meet each other with nothing in between. His hands slid up Jimin’s thighs, one of them going straight to the stiff cock that was finally freed.

Jimin had never been touched by anyone but himself before, so when he felt Yoongi’s hands moving along his dick, his body arched up against the other. He bit down on his bottom lip once more, stifling a small moan that was trying to escape.

Another smirk crept its way onto Yoongi’s face. Loving the fact that he literally had this gorgeous man in the palm of his hands. His lips began placing small kisses along Jimin’s neck, down to his bare chest, and further down to his groin. Jimin’s hands instinctively met with Yoongi’s hair once again as he moved further down his body. Was he really about to get his dick sucked? His heart began beating harder in his check, something he didn’t even think was possible at that moment. Yoongi continued placing small, wet kisses in a trail until his mouth was finally hovering over Jimin’s cock. He knew Jimin wanted it, but he wanted to hear it more.

“What do you want, Jimin?” He asked, another smirk sliding across his face.

“You know...” he replied quietly. But that wasn’t good enough for Yoongi. He didn’t want that shy Jimin, he wanted a confident one. One who knew how gorgeous he was, one who could say what he wanted again without hesitation. “No, I don’t know... tell me.”

To push Jimin even further, he stuck one of his own fingers into his mouth, making sure to get it nice and wet. He continued looking up at Jimin as that wet finger traveled under his body, to his tight entrance. Yoongi planned on teasing him as much as he had to. His index finger circled around his hole, pushing just the tip of it inside of him while his tongue flicked out to lick the head of his dick.

Jimin gasped and moaned at the same, both surprised and pleased at everything that was happening. “Yoongi...” he breathed out.

“What, Jimin... tell me.” He said. One way or another, he was going to get Jimin to say the words he wanted to hear. “Tell me you want me to suck it, tell me you want me to fuck you.” His finger continued pushing inside the other.

Jimin quickly had enough, his fingers tangled in Yoongi’s hair once again and he finally looked down to the man that was hovering over his dick. “I want you... “ he started in a quiet whisper, another lump forming in his throat like before. But once again, he swallowed it down. “I want to feel your mouth.” And just like that, Yoongi wrapped his lips around Jimin’s hard cock. He swirled his tongue around the tip as his mouth began moving up and down slowly. His finger was still busy moving itself in and out of Jimin, and once he felt that he was ready enough he added yet another finger. Jimin threw his head back and quickly grabbed a pillow to stuff into his face. It was too much, how was he supposed to be quiet with all this happening? They were in a hospital, technically, after all. If someone caught them, it wouldn’t be good - so instead he chose to moan into the pillow. He wanted to let Yoongi hear him loudly, but that was dangerous.

It didn’t take long for the inexperienced Jimin to begin reaching that climax. There was so many sensations going on that he almost couldn’t take it. His hips even began pushing themselves up, shoving his dick a little further into Yoongi’s mouth while at the same time rocking against those two fingers. But unlike Jimin, Yoongi was experienced - and he could tell that he was pushing Jimin to the edge quickly. He wasn’t going to let it end that easily. All at once he pulled his fingers out of Jimin, and pulled his mouth away from his dick. “Now what.” He said with that deepened tone.

Jimin all but threw the pillow at Yoongi. “Why the hell did you stop!?” He exclaimed, suddenly growing a pair of balls. Yoongi chuckled at his reaction, “now tell me what else you want.” He said.

Jimin rolled his eyes, almost in annoyance, but he had figured out he wasn’t getting anything without speaking it out. Closed mouths apparently didn’t get fed with Yoongi. So instead, he was going to try being that confident boy he wanted. Once again his tongue flicked out, licking his bottom lip that bit down and he opened his legs just a little bit further. He even tried to smirk like Yoongi had been doing to him this whole time. “Fuck me.”

Yoongi had already began preparing his own hard dick with plenty of saliva in anticipation - He hoped that Jimin wouldn’t put up a fight this time, and he got exactly that. “Gladly.” He replied as he lined his dick up with Jimin’s entrance. He slowly pushed the tip of his cock into the tight hole, moaning quietly as he did. But he remembered one thing: the pillow. Before he went any further he grabbed the pillow Jimin had thrown at him, and gave it back. He didn’t want Jimin being too loud. He didn’t want to get caught fucking his roommate.

Jimin was thankful to have that pillow back, because fuck it felt good. Having Yoongi inside of him was a strange mixture of pain and pleasure. He didn’t know which he liked more. His legs instinctively wrapped themselves around the other mans body to pull himself closer and rock his hips back into Yoongi as he began moving faster with each second.

Yoongi knew enough what he was doing to be able to bite down on his lips to stifle any loud noises escaping his mouth, but even so he had a much better idea. He pulled that pillow away from Jimin’s face and leaned his back down on top of his while he continued pumping his dick in and out of him. One of his hands was supporting some of his weight, while the other cupped Jimin’s cheek. Their faces were so close that they could feel each other breathing, their eyes were locked on one another. “Do you want more?” Yoongi whispered against Jimin’s lips. Jimin only nodded though and pulled Yoongi’s face down those few centimeters so their lips met again.

Yoongi decided to stop holding back. He wanted more, he would get more. His hips began thrusting rougher into Jimin but their mouths being shoved together stifled all those moans that probably would’ve been too loud. It didn’t take long for Yoongi to begin reaching his own climax and he hoped that he almost had Jimin there again too, since he had him so close before. He pulled his lips away for just one quick moment, “cum for me Jimin” he whispered once again, closing that distance in more kissing. He moved the hand that was previously on Jimin’s cheek back down to his dick, again pumping it quickly along with his own thrusting.

Jimin’s fingers suddenly began digging into Yoongi’s back. He wasn’t gonna be able to take much more, and once he felt Yoongi’s hand that was it. His entire body locked up and he let out a serious of loud moans against Yoongi’s mouth as the hot cum finally fell out of his body.

Feeling Jimin reach his climax was more than enough permission for Yoongi to finally let himself cum. With those last few thrusts, his orgasm hit him like a brick - so much that he couldn’t even continue kissing the other man. His just pulled away and leaned his forehead against Jimin’s. When Jimin felt Yoongi cum inside of him, it almost had him ready for more but his body was beyond spent.

They laid there for awhile, breathing heavily against each other’s bodies. Yoongi hadn’t bothered pulling out yet, he craved that connection and he didn’t want to let it go. But he knew that he had to eventually. When he finally pulled his hips back he was met with a sound of disapproval coming from Jimin, and that made him smile. “You aren’t leaving are you...” Jimin asked quietly.

“Where would I go?” Yoongi replied softly. He crawled up next to Jimin in the twin sized bed and wrapped his arms around his frame to pull him closer. They were facing each other and Yoongi couldn’t help but stare at the sweaty strands of hair sticking to Jimin’s forehead. If he was beautiful before, he was more beautiful now with that glow he had. He cupped Jimin’s cheek once more, pulling his face toward his own again. “How do you feel Jimin...” he asked quietly.

Jimin didn’t need to think about his answer this time. He smiled, licked his lips and replied to Yoongi with confidence. “Beautiful.”

[diminie-xo-blog]

-talchul- ch: 2

ESCAPE 18+ sexual content, trigger warning Yoongi/Jimin

The morning came quick and Jimin was thankful for that. He had a restless night being in a new place, with a new bed and a new roommate who so far had been nothing but rude and blunt with him, whether was was trying to be that way or not. It worried Jimin about how his stay might be here. The room was still fairly dark, only lit by a small amount of sunshine peaking through the dark curtains. But before he knew it, in walked the same nurse who escorted him to this very room.

“Time to wake up boys!” She exclaimed as she pulled open the curtains. Suddenly the room got blindingly bright and Jimin pulled the covers back over his head to protect his eyes.

“Did you sleep well, Jimin?” She asked quietly. A groan could be heard from the other side of the room - Yoongi. He hated being woke up.

“It wasn’t the best...” Jimin muttered. Ignoring the sounds of annoyance coming from the other boy in the room.

“I’m sorry to hear that.. I will give you a few minutes to collect yourself and then we will be expecting you in the Hall for breakfast and morning dosing.” She finished, turning her attention to Yoongi. “Min Yoongi... you know the drill. Down to the hall quickly.” She said as she walked out of the small room.

Despite his protests and small curse words flowing out of his mouth quietly, Yoongi pulled his covers off and grabbed his pure white robe that had been hanging close by. He wrapped it around his small body as he glanced at Jimin. He figured that the frail boy hadn’t seen the note yet and he didn’t bother saying a word about it as he slipped on his slippers and made his way to the hall.  

Jimin watched every move Yoongi took. He was almost afraid that he was going to try and say something again, and that it would be something that would hurt him. He sighed with relief when the other walked out of the room. Then sighed again with despair that he had no choice but to go eat breakfast. He wasn’t hungry, he wasn’t ever hungry. But he was told the quicker he gained weight, the faster he could leave this place.

Jimin took some time by himself staring around the room. Everything looked so bland, there wasn’t much color. It looked depressing. Why would they make it like this? He thought. Shouldn’t it be more of a happy place?

He finally moved off of his bed, and walked over to the hanging rack where he also had a robe that was given to him. He wrapped it around his thin frame while he stood at the dresser. Something was different, something was new. There was a neatly folded square sitting amongst his belongings. All that was written on it was a scribbled “Jiminie”

Jimin huffed. “Jiminie?” He said quietly to himself. “That’s not my name..” he finished. But none the less, it was a version of his name and he decided to open the mysterious note. He didn’t know where it came from, there was no sign of the writer on the outside. He carefully unfolded the piece of paper and began reading what was written to him.

Let’s try this again... I’m Min Yoongi. Clearly very terrible at communication. I’m not much of a people person but I surely didn’t mean to offend you today. I apologize for that. I will do better to not stick my foot in my mouth so much from now on. But until I can do that... I’m going to write you notes. You don’t have to respond, but I will still write. I understand if you already hate me. I hate me most days too. I’m 24 years old, I’ve been here a few different times. My family thinks somethings wrong with me, I don’t though. Anyway... I just was thinking maybe this could be a better way for me to speak to you. Since I can think before I say and won’t risk hurting you anymore. P.S. You have a cute smile. I hope that doesn’t offend you. It bothered me when I hurt your feelings and your smile went away, I don’t want to do that anymore.

Yoongi

Jimin felt a small smile creep back onto his face. Maybe Yoongi wasn’t so bad after all? He was attractive but he seemed very much like a bad boy. His next thought was whether he should reply or not... maybe he should leave him hanging and truly see if Yoongi intended on writing him notes? He stood there for a moment contemplating before he made his decision: he would leave it out of curiosity. He left the unfolded note on his dresser, so Yoongi would see that it had been read. Jimin tied his robe up and walked out of his new room, in search of this so called hall where he was going to be forced to eat.

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Yoongi sat patiently waiting for Jimin to come into the dining hall. He was nervous about if he had read the letter. And if he had, did he write back? These thoughts were filling his head. He had already taken his medicine for the morning, and he was quickly eating his breakfast. So fast that his stomach was beginning to hurt from being too full too quickly.

His eyes brightened up as he saw the man who he was so intrigued by walk in sheepishly. He watched his every movement as he went first to the medicine window, and second down the food line. Jimin didn’t get much to eat. He only grabbed an apple and two biscuits from the buffet. Yoongi frowned at seeing this.

He really doesn’t eat much.... he thought sadly.

He had a natural urge to change whatever bothered Jimin about his body. To Yoongi, he was beautiful. Why couldn’t he see that too? Once Jimin sat down at a table by himself, Yoongi watched for any kind of sign that he had read the letter. He certainly didn’t come sit with him, so maybe he hadn’t read it yet. Maybe he still thought he was a crass asshole. Yoongi sighed.

He finished his plate and stood up from his table to empty the tray and place it back on top of the trash can for the dietary workers to collect and wash up. He made his way back through the twisted halls and to his room that he shared with Jimin. When he saw that the note had been unfolded and laid back on the desk, his heart started pounding.

Did he write back!? he thought excitedly. He searched all over nervously for a note that Jimin had replied with, but he found nothing. His heart sank when he gave in and realized that Jimin hadn’t bothered writing back.

Maybe he doesn’t like me.. I went too far.. he thought as he sat down on his bed with a small pout on his face, his head pointed toward the floor.

But no, Yoongi wasn’t giving up. He needed to know Jimin. He wanted to see those soft, plump lips curl up into a smile again. He needed to see that again. His heart fluttered at just the thought. So once again, he grabbed his notepad of paper and began writing Jimin another note. This one a bit more forward than the last. What did Yoongi have to lose, right? And who knew how much time he would have to win over Jimin... he was determined that make something happen. He wasn’t sure why he felt so strongly about a kid he barely knew. Someone he had just met and had only exchanged very few words with.

But Jimin.... he thought, a soft smile creeping to his face at the image of him and Jimin holding hands and kissing. Yoongi had a strong imagination. So strong sometimes it felt real. And imagining kissing Jimin felt real. He wanted it to be as real as much as he wanted to be Suga.

Yoongi looked up at the clock, he only had 10 minutes before he was supposed to be in therapy, he decided that he would write the daring note and leave it, hoping that Jimin would see it while he was away. As he wrote the note his hands began shaking with fear. He really was sticking his neck on the line by being so forward and he wasn’t sure why he was taking such a risk for this boy. But just as he thought previously, time was precious in this case.

As his finished his new letter, he folded it neatly once again like he had the last. He wrote the same word on it, the nickname he had willingly given Jimin.

Jiminie

He smiled and shook with both excitement and fear as he placed the note in the same place on Jimin’s dresser. He sighed to himself, trying to shake off that fear as he left the note and walked out of his room. More ready than ever to go into therapy and spill his feelings from the last 24 hours. Normally he hated therapy; but today was different. And it was only different because he had met Jimin.

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Jimin sat alone in the dining hall, picking at the few pieces of food he had actually gotten. He could feel the nurses eyes on him. That only made him want to eat less. But he knew that they were going to be keeping check... and reporting to the therapist which he was to meet for the first time later today. He wasn’t ready for all that. He wasn’t prepared to go and talk about how he felt about himself. Who likes to do that anyway?

Jimin tried his best to at least finish off the Apple he had began eating first. He choked it down. Each bite feeling out of place in his throat, and worse when he swallowed it down. He wanted to run off and expel it from his body, but at the very same time he didn’t want to stay in this hell for too long. He had to try. He had to work hard.

He gathered up his tray left with two biscuits untouched and took it in front of the nurse, “can I please be finished...” he asked softly.

The nurse glanced over the tray of food. “You’ve hardly eaten anything.” She replied.

Jimin nodded his head, “it’s only my first day...” he said in almost a whisper. The nurse could see that he was having a hard time and he was right, it really only was day one for him. “You can be finished. But I expect you to eat a bit more for lunch, hm?” She said to him, giving him somewhat of a break. “I will do my best..” Jimin finished as he placed his tray on top of the trash bin.

He felt relieved as he walked out of the dining hall. It reeked of food. Where most people were turned on to the smell of food, he hated it. He hated it because food made him fat and he hated being fat. He walked hastily back to his room, semi hoping that Yoongi was in there. He didn’t know why, but the note he left him made him feel something - as simple as it was. His demeanor changed however, when he entered the room and Yoongi wasn’t in there. He was alone again.

Jimin let out a loud sigh of defeat as he sat down at the foot of his bed. He wanted Yoongi to be here. He wondered where he was... and if he was mad or disappointed that he didn’t reply to his note.

Maybe I should’ve written back... he thought to himself.

He stood back up and untied his robe. Since he was alone he figured he would go ahead and get dressed for the day. He hung his robe back in its rightful place and turned his attention to his dresser where all of his clothes he was allowed to bring were neatly put away. He froze in his place when he saw that Yoongi had left another note, with the same strange nickname written on it. Did Yoongi mistake his name? Or was he doing that on purpose? He shook with excitement as he pulled a simple pair of jeans and a T-shirt out to adorn his body. He quickly got dressed first, then grabbed his note and sat back down on the edge of the bed. He unfolded it so quickly that one of the edges tore just a tad bit.

Jiminie....

A wide smile came across his face as he began reading the new note.

I don’t blame you for not responding to my note. I hope you aren’t too displeased with me. I hope I didn’t ruin my chances of getting to know you. And I hope this doesn’t further ruin it.

The moment you walked into this room my heart shook. You’re beautiful. I don’t know why you don’t eat much but I intend on finding out. I intend on changing that... I want to make you feel as beautiful as you are. Your lips look so soft. Your eyes are so bright. Your hands are small and cute. They’re the perfect size for someone like you, they fit you. You are as close as physical perfection would be if it existed. I bet you are just as amazing inside too... I want to know that..

Please don’t be afraid of me.. I’m scared to leave this letter admitting these things. But I won’t have much time with you.. so it’s precious, I don’t want to waste a moment. If you don’t reply I will understand. I will take that as you’re not interested and that’s okay.. don’t feel like you have to be. I just wanted to let you know. You’re beautiful. Yoongi.

The smile that spread across his face remained there. He bit his bottom lip as he read the letter again, and again. Does he really think that of me? He thought to himself. He got butterflies in his stomach just thinking about that.

Yoongi was an attractive man, after all. And for someone like him to think of Jimin as beautiful sent shivers through his body. He had every intent on replying to this letter but quickly got interrupted by a nurse grabbing him away and off to therapy.

His stomach sank as he laid the letter on his bed, following the nurse out of his room. Yoongi was going to think he wasn’t interested. That’s what was in the letter. If he didn’t reply, Yoongi was going to leave it. Jimin didn’t want him to do that though, and he didn’t want to hurt his feelings either. He hoped that therapy would be fast so he could hurry back to leave a response to the blonde boy.

No sooner than Jimin left for therapy, Yoongi walked in to see the read letter sitting on Jimin’s bed. He searched around the room for a reply but found nothing once again.

“Damnit..” he muttered to himself. “I guess that means nothing then...” he said, sitting on his bed defeated. “Jimin wants nothing to do with me.”

[diminie-xo-blog]

-talchul- ch: 1

ESCAPE

18+ sexual content, trigger warning Yoongi/Jimin

Yoongi is mentally ill. He has delusions of being a rapper named Suga. Most of the time he lives in his own world, believing that within himself. He struggles with social issues, and anger issues. This isn’t his first time being locked away in a mental health facility.

Jimin on the other hand, has never been placed in such a hospital. After years of struggling with an eating disorder, his family finally thought it best to seek help for him. There, he meets the troubled Yoongi.

Against all odds, quickly… Jimin becomes Yoongi’s escape from his own small universe that he created. In this universe being Yoongi is good enough.. because of a soft boy named Park Jimin.

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Standing in front of Suga was a crowd full of people, all of them chanting his name, all of their fists pounding. It was loud in the arena, and it was loud because of him.

“Min Yoongi?” A small voice muttered. Yoongi didn’t budge one bit.

Suga stood on the stage overlooking the world that he created himself. He could remember the days in Daegu when he had nothing at all. A small smile curled up on his face while tears filled his eyes. He couldn’t believe that this was his.

“… Min Yoongi?” The voice said once more, shaking the small man just a tad as she said it.

His eyes opened. The arena was gone. The fans were gone. Standing in front of him was a nurse dressed in white. He glanced around the room for a moment, suddenly realizing where he was at. It wasn’t the concert hall, it was a room that smelled of bleach with two beds. There wasn’t a sound of fans screaming his name, instead of it was the sound of monitors beeping. It was a dream, nothing but a dream. His name wasn’t Suga, it was Yoongi and he was no rapper.

“Yoongi… it’s time for your medicine.”

Yoongi sighed in defeat. If only that dream had been real. He sat up in his bed and took the small cup of medicine the nurse had been trying to hand him. As he threw the cocktail of pills back into his mouth, he quickly grabbed the small cup of water and swallowed them down. It made no sense to him that they only allowed a small cup of water for so many pills. How was he supposed to get them all down with just that? He rolled his eyes at his own thought and made another gulp, this one dry, to finish shoving the pills on their journey.

He turned his face away from the small nurse and glanced around the room once more. It was like he was seeing his hospital room for the first time, despite him being there for almost a week. His dream was all too real, and it broke his heart that it wasn’t his reality. This was.

“Yoongi…” the nurse hesitated. She knew for a fact that he wasn’t going to like what she had to say. She had been here with him for the last several days, and had tried to break through to him with no luck. At the very least that told her something about his character; Min Yoongi was not a people person. “Yoongi… you will have a roommate arriving later today…”

His head quickly snapped back to her face, his eyes squinted with despair. “The doctor promised me no roommates.” He said, almost in a scowl.

“I - I understand that… but we’re full right now… this young man needs a bed… “ she replied softly.

“Can’t he go somewhere else!?” He yelled. Yoongi was clearly shaken by the news of having a roommate. The nurse was right about one thing, he was not a people person. In fact, he was anything but a people person.

“I’m sorry Yoongi… it just isn’t possible.” She had made her point and as she did, she quickly gathered herself up and left the room before anything else could be said.

Yoongi sat on his bed, thinking to himself. He wondered what this roommate would be like. He hoped that he wasn’t going to want to talk. Yoongi made up his mind. He was going to pretend this so called roommate wasn’t there. Maybe that would make this easier. He devised a plan in his head. He would lie to the doctor, say he was feeling much better. One way or another he was going to weasel himself out of this hell hole that he was placed in. Yoongi didn’t see what the big deal was. So what his mind worked different. That meant he had to be locked up?

I’ll get out of here soon enough… watch me

He thought to himself.

The small blonde laid back down in his temporary bed, enjoying the peaceful quiet while he could. His thoughts drifted off to what his roommate would be like. No matter what scenario he thought up in his mind, none of them were good. None of them made him feel better about having someone share a room with him. What if this guy was really crazy? What if he tried to hurt him? All these thoughts raced through his mind.

Hours passed by as he laid thinking. He tried to fall back asleep and travel into that alternate reality. He wanted so badly to be that man on the stage with thousands screaming his name. That’s where he was meant to be. Not locked away in a hospital. None the less, this was his reality - not that.

Before he realized it, the small nurse was once again knocking on his door. Yoongi rolled over in his bed, toward the door and unwillingly muffled a small “come in” - reassuring the nurse that he was dressed and decent.

With a twist of the door knob, in came his nurse with a boy not much taller than her following behind her. He looked frail. Too frail, almost. His head was pointed toward the ground, in fear of the world he was entering. This boy had never been in a hospital before, he wasn’t sure what to expect.

“Yoongi… this is your new roommate, Park Jimin” she pointed to the boy who was now standing beside her.

Yoongi sat up in his bed with ease. He didn’t like people, that was clear. But just by looking at Jimin he was intrigued by him. Once Jimin looked up from the ground, he showed a small, shy smile. That made Yoongi’s heart skip for just a moment. His eyes, his lips. He was different looking, but gorgeous.

A sudden wave of confidence washed over him as he licked his lips and stood up from his bed, his hand out stretched toward the man he now knew as Jimin. “I’m Min Yoongi….” he said quietly.

Jimin’s small smile turned a bit bigger and he grabbed the other mans hand to shake. “Park Jimin.” He said with a confident tone.

“Your hands are so small..” Yoongi pointed out with a small chuckle. Something about Jimin made his fear of people dwindle away. Or maybe just the fear of his new roommate.

Jimin’s smile went away with that comment. His head pointed back down toward the floor as he tried to pull his sleeves down over his hands. “I know….” he said in a whisper.

Yoongi didn’t have many feelings when it came to offending other people. But for some reason knowing that he seemed to strike a nerve with the black haired boy made him feel instantly awful. He didn’t want to hurt him, something told him he wanted and needed to protect him.

Instead of apologizing or saying anything more, he stood there quietly in front of Jimin. He was afraid to hurt him further. He knew he should apologize but he couldn’t bring himself to admit he had made a mistake. Even one so small.

Jimin was soft, beautiful. His black hair fell over his face so perfectly. His voice was even more soft than his features. How was that possible? Yoongi was engulfed by how his face looked when he smiled and it hurt him when he made that smile disappear.

“I trust you will help Jimin put away his things?” The nurse spoke up. Yoongi didn’t say anything, instead he only nodded.

He knew that this could be dangerous for him. He had a history of breaking soft, beautiful boys; and Jimin was just that.

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“There’s some uh… some dressers over here for your clothes.. “ Yoongi pointed over to a small four drawer dresser that was on what was now Jimin’s side of the room. Jimin nodded and moved his suitcase over to the wooden box. He sat down on the floor and began unpacking his neatly folded clothes.

Yoongi sat on the edge of his bed, watching the boy unpack. Jimin’s movements were so fluid. How could he move like that? He observed everything about Jimin in just those few moments. He way his hair moved when he moved his head. The way his small hands picked up his folded clothes. The way he licked his lips to keep them moisturized. Moments passed with no words, which normally would be no problem for Yoongi - but knowing that he hurt Jimin so quickly put a strange feeling in his chest and he felt the need to correct it suddenly.

“Hey I’m.. sorry if I offended you… “ he muttered. “You know.. about your hands..” he finished. Jimin looked over to him as he spoke, still with only a blank expression on his face. He didn’t respond though, he only nodded toward Yoongi and went back to putting away his things.

“It’s not a bad thing… your hands? They are small… but you know, they’re ….” Yoongi stopped himself. Should he actually push his luck like this? “They’re cute… heh…” he finished sheepishly. Halfway hoping Jimin didn’t hear him say those words - but Jimin did. This time Jimin didn’t bother looking back to the older boy. He didn’t respond to him at all, instead a very small smile crept back on his face. This Yoongi man was certainly an enigma.

Jimin had been previously told that his roommate wasn’t a fan of people, and was anything but excited about getting a roommate. He was told that Yoongi kept himself in his own head and not to expect much interaction with him. But that’s not the case, right? Because Yoongi had been talking to him…. or trying to at the very least. This confused Jimin, but he didn’t mind.

Yoongi had a rough look to him. He looked angry almost, but in a cute way. He looked like he would fight you quickly and flash one of the softest smiles right after. Jimin couldn’t tell what he was in for, but he felt a pull toward the blonde. He wanted to know more about him. And despite what the intake nurses had told him, he was going to make that happen.

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It didn’t take too long for Jimin to organize his things just how he liked them. He wasn’t planning on being at this hospital for long, but even so, he was a neat person and he wanted his belongings neatly tucked away and organized correctly on the shelf. He stood for a moment overlooking the shelf to make sure everything was correct. He moved a few things around several different times. Something was off and he didn’t like that very well.

Meanwhile, Yoongi held his place at the edge of the bed, watching Jimin make those small adjustments. He wondered what was going through his mind. Did everything have to be perfect? The way he adjusted, and then readjusted his small things made him think that. But it was too early for assumptions like so.

Once Jimin finally settled on everything being just how he liked it, he stood back and observed it once more. “Finally..” he let out with a sigh. He moved his suitcase into the closet and took his place sitting on what would be his bed for however long he was to stay here.

A strange silence fell over the room. Neither of the boys knowing what to say to one another. Both with similar thoughts about the other running on through their heads. Normally Yoongi’s thoughts were consumed with being his alternate ego, Suga. The one who stands on stages in arenas. But for the time being, they were stuck in a real reality… on Jimin. He wanted so badly to speak to him. An occurrence that was rare for Yoongi.

What do I say to him?

“So….” Yoongi began. “So.. what do they have you here for?” He asked, praying not to offend the soft boy once again.

Jimin didn’t move, he continued sitting on his bed, twiddling with his fingers. He shrugged slightly as a partial answer to the question. “They don’t think I eat enough.” He said quietly.

“You don’t, do you?” Yoongi replied in a soft tone. “Not to pry… but you are pretty thin.” He continued.

“You’re pretty thin too. It’s none of your business!” Jimin yelled, clearly bothered once again by his comment. “I thought you weren’t supposed to be talking much, why are you talking. Just don’t bother making small talk about me.” he finished in a scowl. He turned his back to Yoongi and laid down in a small curled up ball. He hated this place so far, that was for sure.

Yoongi was taken aback by the smaller ones sudden outburst. That was twice he had offended him without meaning to. His lack of social skills were truly showing their ass in this moment. He once again went back to feeling terrible for hurting Jimin’s feelings.

Maybe it’s best I don’t talk to him… I’m really bad at this…

But the pull of wanting to was so much he wasn’t sure if he could stop himself. He hadn’t moved from his place on his bed, and now he got to only observe Jimin from the back. He did however, have a cute booty. Yoongi laughed quietly to himself, hoping that Jimin wouldn’t think a thing of it.

“8pm, lights out!” Yelled an orderly.

He let out a sigh and laid back in his own bed as the lights went out in the shared room. He had tried enough for one day, for multiple days in fact. Socializing was exhausting for him and he had tried, and failed miserably with his new roommate. He had to think of a way to talk to him without saying things to hurt his feelings. But how would he do that? He stared up at the now blackened ceiling. Normally he wouldn’t care, normally he would let this go. But he wasn’t going to let that happen with Jimin… something inside him wanted to know the boy.

Notes…. I can write notes! - Yoongi thought

- I can think of what I say before I write it… so I’ll be careful… so I won’t hurt him..

he glanced over at the boys thin frame in the bed next to his

- I don’t want to hurt him….

Yoongi thought this had to be the greatest idea of all! He sat up and grabbed his paper pad and pencil, he jotted down a few words and tore the paper away from the rings. He folded it in a neat square and laid it on Jimin’s neatly organized dresser. On the outside of the note, he wrote just one word.

Jiminie

Yoongi sighed with relief, feeling like he had accomplished something good as he crawled back into his bed. Soon, drifting off into that alternate reality where he wasn’t hospitalized Yoongi - he was Suga, the rapper again.