I don't mind // YOONMIN FF

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"I have to touch it!!" I said, pointing to the slice of tomato at the buffet. My mom just grabbed my wrist harshly and whispered "I brought us here for a family dinner, not for you to touch everything! If you feel you have to, I will bring you home. And I can tell you now, your relatives won't be too happy." I just had to feel it. I mean, I've touched a tomato slice before, just having someone else slice it, I think would have a totally different feel to it. I know it's strange but touching things makes me feel safe, if that makes sense. My mom was never really for the idea though. When we're out, I always touch the weirdest of objects. There was this one time, we were out at my uncles place, and he had a bag of sliced bread on the counter. I looked over to it and though 'hey, I wonder what it feels like. It probably feels different then the bread at home", so I got up and went to go feel the loaf of baked grain. I began touching the bread while it was still in the wrapper, but wanted more. I opened the plastic surrounding the snack and took out a piece. I closed it back up and brought the lonely piece of bread back to the table, in which I was sitting at at the time. I started squeezing the bread and it felt the same as the stuff I had at home. I began poking the bread and my uncle came in the room. "Hey sis, I think your kid is broken!!" I stopped immediately and looked at my mother as she walked in. That was when she found out about my... well, me myself, I would call it a habit, but everyone else calls it a fetish. I don't like the word, it makes me feel like a pervert, which I know I am not. "Jimin!" My mom whispered, breaking me out of my flashback. "Get food and get back to the table, and don't let your fetish take over." She said in a rough tone, releasing my wrist from her tight grasp. My mom doesn't really approve of my habit. She finds it strange. A lot of people do. But I don't mind. It's something that when I do it, it gives me reassurance. Letting me know that I'm still alive... and I can touch stuff. I go to get my food when I spot the tomato slice, still sitting there. I don't like the taste of them, I just really like how they feel. Soft, squishy, wet--

"Jimin!" I hear my moms voice once again, telling me I should be over there with the family, which may I say, doesn't support me either. To be honest, I haven't found anyone who supports me. I have no friends at school, and my family thinks I'm a freaky 17 year old who gets high off of touching things like jello. Again like I said, I don't mind.

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Lol my first fanfic. It makes no sense ik but I tried lololol. But I really like yoonmin fanfics on this app so I tried to make one. Yes it will have LOTS OF SMUT MWAHAHA!!

But on a totally unrelated note, I might not be able to update this story to much because my mom doesn't let me have my iPad to often, but I will try my best. People probs aren't even reading this shit but lol sorry for the long notey thingie. Okay bai lovies.