Ciel [Yoonmin]

51.

"I would never regret that."

Jimin woke up with fast breathing. His body was drenched in sweat and his eyes burned from staring into the darkness without blinking.

He got up from the bed and immediately headed to the shower. His face was hot and blushed. Nightmares lately have been sweet, but deadly.

The loving moments he had spent with Yoongi always showed up in his dreams. That was worse than any nightmare. Waking up to knowing that it was over was fucking brutal.

He showered in cold water to drain his psyche from his nightmares. When he was out and drying his body was shivering uncontrollably.

After he got dressed, he headed out the door.  Chan had to catch up to him in the elevator. The ride in the elevator was short and quiet.

It wasn't until they were walking out that Chan started a conversation. "It's the first day of spring today." He announced a little too happy for Jimin's likings

"Oh really? Didn't really notice." He replied.

"Well, for one the snow is completely gone. The sun is out more. We don't really go outside anymore."

Jimin turned to glance out the glass door and squinted his eyes at the bright light. The sun was really out. Had he been so out of it that he hadn't noticed it?

"I see. Hey, do I really have to go to that doctor's appointment?"

"Unfortunately yes."

"I told Taehyung I'm fine."

"I have to do it." He whispered.

Jimin sighed, "Okay. I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so picky." He looked at him apologetically. He hated to be so hard on Chan when it wasn't his fault.

"No worries."

They entered the dining room and he sat down on the chair. Breakfast was ready. He had changed it from his usual.

His daily breakfast now consisted of oatmeal, grits and eggs. Bland like him. He began eating although food didn't really have much of a taste.

When he was half way done, he heard talking coming from outside the room. It was Chan and he was talking to Yoongi. Their voices were low.

Blind or deaf he would know Yoongi. He could literally feel his presence because when he came around his arm hair struck up saluting him. His heart leaped aggressively against his chest. 

Jimin fought the urge to look up. As he heard the footsteps vanish he smiled satisfied. At least he had been able to control himself from staring at him.

By the time he was done, it was time to head to his appointment with Jin. Taehyung had insisted on getting him checked. Something about "not looking right".

Jimin wondered whether he was trying to tell him that he was no longer attracted to him. Or maybe he did look rough.

His mood swung from denial, to anger, to happiness and then back to sadness. It was getting easier to deal with the heartbreak, but it was still pretty obvious that he was deeply troubled.

Looking up at the ceiling he started to feel nauseous. Doctors were never his thing. The first time he saw Jin he kept his cool because he was distracted by Yoongi.

Chan had stayed outside and it was only them two in the room. He had to lay back to stop the queasiness though his pulse kept speeding.

"How can I help you today?"