MOONSTRUCK; Yoonmin

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The next morning, I simply wake up. I wake up in a room I've never seen before but I don't feel scared, I don't feel threatened or anything.

I turn around and am faced with none other than Kim Namjoon.

"Good afternoon." He says while putting his phone down.

"Is this your room?" I ask and he nods slowly. "It is, do you like it?"

"I do, your sheets are soft." I mumble before running my hands over the soft fabric.

"Sorry about your couch." I say remembering last nights events a little well. I remembering vomiting all over it after the XTC had hit me. After that I had started crying hysterically before yelling at Yoongi who just hit me.

After that Namjoon punched Yoongi.

Yoongi locked himself in his room and then Namjoon kept my crying ass company, occasionally feeding me and keeping me hydrated while I sat through the high which lasted too fucking long.

"He hasn't come out yet." Namjoon says probably knowing that that would be my first question to ask. Even after what he did I can't find it within myself to hate him, there isn't a part of me that hates him.

"Jimin." Namjoon sighs while sitting across from me. "You're a good kid, why are you here?" He asks and I shrug. "I love him." I say without hesitation.

"Of course you do." He mumbles before rising to his feet. "Go shower, I'll get you some clean clothes." I nod my head before slowly making my way to the bathroom and shutting the door.

Only to see Yoongi sitting on the floor looking down at his phone.

"Morning." I mumble. His tired eyes look up at me and I find myself falling all over again. Why is it that whenever he looks at me my heart skips a beat and my stomach fills with butterflies.

"Wanna fuck?" He asks and I nod my head. I don't. I want to do everything but fuck, yet I can't say know. I'm too scared of angering him to the point where he won't speak to me ever again.

He gets up tossing his phone in the sink before bending me over it. I let him. I let him use my body the way he wants to, I moan when he hits the right spots and I arch my back.

It's a perfect sex scene but it's so fake. He doesn't love me and with every passing second I love him more.

"Yoongi." I manage to choke out when my release hits me. He silently keeps thrusting in to me not making any sound.

I feel like I lost Yoongi. It's not like I ever had him before but it seems like part of him died last night. he silently finishes before pulling out.

I realise he once again didn't use a condom. I just sigh and go step inside the shower. Without a word he gets in besides me. He doesn't say a word and just turns on the tap.

Cold water washes over us but neither of us care. He stares into my eyes while the water slowly gets to the right temperature.

"Jimin." He whispers slowly leaning in cupping my face staring into what feels like my soul. His eyes suddenly feeling with tears.

"Why do you do this? Make me feel these things. It scares me. You scare me." He whispers sounding so fragile, like a little kid that just saw a scary movie.

"Sorry." I say and shakes his head. "No." He breathes. "I'm sorry." He leans in, his hands pulling my face closer.

His lips softly touch mine, a soft peck that makes my head spin because it's so weirdly gentle. He rarely kisses me like this but when he does I find myself wishing he'd do it more often.