Yoongis currently cuddling with me while I calm down. He's really warm and he warms me up because I'm pretty cold. I'm playing with his fingers at the moment.
"So how are you feeling?" He asks.
"I'm okay." I mumble.
"Do you want to try and eat?" He asks.
"Can we wait till dinner?" I ask.
"Sure." He says.
I just nod in response.
""Can I ask you a question?" He asks.
"Sure." I answer.
"Why can't I touch you below your shoulders?" He asks.
"I guess I just feel self-conscious." I answer.
"Why?" He asks.
"Because of my eating. You might think it's weird." I mumble.
"Let me just try." He says.
He slowly puts his hand on my hip.
"See, not so bad, right?" He asks.
I shake my head.
"Okay." He says.
He slowly slides it up to my waist. I hold my breath. He sets it on my waist softly.
"How do you feel?" He asks.
"Nervous." I say still trying to calm myself down.
"It's fine baby." He coos.
"Baby?" I ask.
"Sorry it just slipped." He apologizes.
"I kinda like it." I admit softly.
He slides his hand down so it's around me fully.
"How do you feel now?" He asks.
"I still feel nervous." I chuckles.
"How about if I do this?" He asks.
He kisses the back of my neck softly.
"How does that feel?" He asks.
"It's nice." I mutter.
"You don't mind it?" He asks.
"No." I admit.
"Do you want me to keep it going?" He asks.
"Yes please." I mumble.
He kisses my neck again, and again. He stops. I turn over to face him.
"What?" He asks.
I push my lips against his. He pulls me closer to him. He slides his tongue into my mouth. He's more forceful with this kiss. I kinda like it. He pulls away catching his breath, resting his forehead against mine. Progress.
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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...
