I'm laying on Yoongis bed while he's over me, kissing me. Just like cuddling, I come over to him anytime and kiss him. He'll kiss me back and afterwards he'll go to the bathroom. I feel bad somethings. He pulls away.
"No." I grab him and turning us over.
I kiss him again.
"Jimin please." He manages to get out through the kiss.
"No." I mumble.
He pushes me away.
"Jimin I really need to go." He tries to catch his breathe.
"No." I say.
"Jimin please." He tries to push me off.
I lean down and wrap my arms around him holding him tightly.
"Jimin." He groans.
"No." I pout.
"You're making this really difficult for me." He mumbles.
"I know." I pout.
"Jimin I thought we had an agreement." He says.
"We do." I say.
"Then let me go." He demands.
"Why do you always gets hard when we kiss?" I ask.
"Because I'm a teenage guy." He states.
"So am I." I challenge.
"Still." He says.
"Give me a real reason." I demand.
"I haven't had sex in years." He says.
"1 year what's your point." I scoff.
"You're really going to make me say it?" He asks.
"Yeah, I am." I admit.
"Just please let me go." He begs.
"Please don't." I say.
"Why are you so set on this?" He asks.
"Nothing, Go." I get off him.
"Wait." He stops me.
"Why didn't you want me to go." He ask.
"It's nothing." I look at my lap.
"Jimin, please just tell me." He persuades.
"My uncle use to sit in my room at night and he would..." I trail off.
"Does it remind you of that?" He asks.
I nod.
"Every time you leave I just get the picture of my uncle in my head." I admit.
"Well what do you want me to do?" He asks.
"Maybe you could... nevermind." I stop myself.
"Jimin." He get grabs my arm.
I shake my head.
"Baby." He coos.
I blush softly. He pulls my chin up to look at him.
"Did your uncle make you jerk him off?" He asks.
I nod.
"What did you want?" He asks.
I don't answer. He pulls me back into his lap.
"I need to get the image out of my head." I admit.
"What image do you need?" He asks.
I lean down and bury my face in his neck.
"Jimin." He coos.
"Did you want to replace that image with me?" He asks.
I blush harder.
"Jimin." He says.
"Maybe." I mumble.
He thinks about it for a second.
"Okay." He says.
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The meaning of living| Yoonmin
FanfictionJimin is a suicidal 16 year old who goes to live at a mental health hospital. When he gets there he discovered his new roommate, Min Yoongi, is a total hottie. They become close friend and little by little they help each other discover the meaning o...
