Chapter 3 is posted! Thank you again @thatoneemokpop-02 😊💙
Tw: heavy emeto, censored swearing (let me know if I missed any!💙)
Chapter 3😊
Jimin placed a soft hand on Yoongi’s back. He made gentle, downward strokes, trying to keep Yoongi from puking. Yoongi seemed a bit more calm with Jimin comforting him, at least until the teacher came back with the note.
“Get back to class as soon as possible Jimin, but you may handle him first.”
The teacher’s tone made Yoongi feel so scared and small.
“Here, can you stand up if you hold on to me?” Jimin moved to Yoongi’s other side where the desk didn’t wrap around him.
Yoongi nodded, still holding the wastebin for dear life.
Jimin slowly helped Yoongi up, trying not to jostle his stomach. Soon enough, Yoongi’s arm was around Jimin’s shoulder and they were heading out the door.
When they’d left the music room, Jimin felt a little more anxious about the situation. He wanted to help Yoongi, but again, what if he wasn’t skilled enough in “taking care of people” to do so?
“J-*hiccup* Jimin?” Yoongi whimpered.
“Yeah?” Jimin slowed down even more than they already were.
“I- I don’t w-want to go to the n-nurse.” Yoongi’s shivering returned.
“Alright, that’s okay. Where would you feel more comfortable?” Jimin hated how formal he sounded.
“Bathroom… please.” Yoongi sounded like he might cry.
“We can do that, just a few more steps okay? Put your weight on me. I can hold you up.” Jimin was really hoping his “typing muscles” didn’t let him down now.
Yoongi nodded, slouching a bit. Jimin was able to carry him, and they got to a bathroom stall on the english wing.
Yoongi slumped down in front of the toilet, a thick string of saliva hanging from his lip. His shivers were intense, and his gags, though quiet, wrecked his body powerfully. Jimin didn’t know how to help so he tried what he’d seen in the fic he read at… 2:45 this morning he thought?
Jimin got closer to him, wrapping his arm around the small of Yoongi’s back. His other hand held Yoongi’s.
“Tell me if anything I do is too much. I guess I don’t do this much…” Jimin sounded unsure of himself.
Yoongi responded by squeezing his hand tight as another wretch sent him lurching forward, his shoulders nearly reaching his ears.
Jimin thought for a minute… shouldn’t Yoongi have puked by now? He ate breakfast an hour ago… it should have come back up already.
“I- I- d-don’t know....” Yoongi curled into Jimin’s side, soft sobs making him more vulnerable, if that was even possible.
“How do you…” Jimin almost asked, but stopped himself. As much as he wanted to know, Yoongi didn’t look like he could explain. Jimin just kept holding him, rubbing his arm and holding his hand.
Suddenly, Jimin felt the urge to move his hand to Yoongi’s stomach. He did it, and off impulse t began to rub small circles into it. Yoongi groaned. Jimin somehow knew not to stop…
Then, almost as clear as day, Jimin heard a voice.
“I need to Jimin, I just… I can’t…”
It sounded like Yoongi’s, but Yoongi hadn’t spoken…
If Jimin hadn’t believed in telepathy before today, he certainly did now. He knew that either he was finally losing it (as Jungkook had told him he was), or Yoongi was talking to him via… mental message? Well, that’s the name he gave it for now. He decided to try something to test it out.
“You’re okay. If you can’t puke yet, you just aren’t ready to.” Jimin stroked his back. “It’s alright. Just take your time. We’ve got all the time you need.”
Yoongi looked at him, wide eyed, and in shock.
“H-how?”
Yoongi only had a moment to speak before he was swallowing thickly and trying to breathe the nausea away.
Now was time for the second test. If Yoongi could send messages… and he could receive them… could he do that backwards?
“Don’t worry about it now. I’m just as surprised as you.”
Jimin waited, and then did another test.
“Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.”
Jimin waited. Yoongi didn’t squeeze his hand. He almost tried again, and then he figured out why Yoongi didn’t answer.
Within seconds, Yoongi pitched forward, finally bringing up a bit of bile. His arms were shaking, and he could barely hold himself up. Jimin saw this and scooted in behind him, holding him securely.
“Thank you.”
Jimin heard those words, and then felt his hand being squeezed.
“I could hear you. But, I really don’t know why.”
Jimin just kept holding Yoongi up until he seemed to be at a break. Then, the worst possible thing happened.
*RING* *RING*
Time was up. That was the class change bell. Not only was his note expired, but also….
“JK!!!! JK what the f*** was that??” Some guy must have been talking to his brother. They, along with several others were coming into the bathroom. Their privacy was over.
“Yoongi, breathe. I can feel you shaking.”
Jimin was glad for whatever mind messaging thing was going on, because that way he and Yoongi could talk without being interrupted.
“Jimin you gotta go. I’ve already made you miss one class. I can’t let you miss another one. I’ll be fine okay?”
The messages Jimin was getting and Yoongi’s actual appearance were polar opposites. The voice inside sounded calm. Outside? Yoongi was shaking, beads of sweat on his forehead and cheeks. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was shallow.
Jimin wanted to stay, but… this wasn’t a fanfiction… he couldn’t just make up the rules anymore.
Yoongi smiled weakly, trying to convince Jimin that he would be alright alone.
“After school, meet me outside near the flag pole. My brother’s gotta go to work, but you and i can go back to my house. We’ll take the bus.” Jimin stopped for a second. “Message me if you need me okay?” Yoongi nodded, turning back to the toilet.
Everyone had left the bathroom now, so he was able to leave the stall without anyone noticing.
Jimin worried the entire way to class, hoping to receive a message from Yoongi. However, even after class had been on for ten minutes, he still hadn’t heard anything.
He decided to use this time to message Yoongi first instead. It was so weird, he had only learned his name this morning, and yet he already felt like he was best friends with the guy. Though it didn’t make any sense, he just decided to go along with it.
“Yoongi? How are you holding up?”
Formal sure, but he wasn’t an expert at these yet.
He waited and waited, not receiving anything.
And then-
“I don’t know what happened… it’s like it just… stopped?”
Jimin was so confused.
“I mean I’m glad it stopped but… this is by far the strangest virus I’ve ever heard of.”
Suddenly, Jimin felt it. Something had happened… something bad.
“Yoongi? Yoongi you okay? I-” he realized how crazy this sounded. “I felt something.”
“Y-you felt that?” Yoongi answered back sounding shocked.
“It… it’s like I know something bad happened but I have no idea what. Yoongi what happened?”
Yoongi didn’t answer. Jimin felt the “situation” getting worse. It’s times like this he had to pull some strings.
“Mrs. Phillips?” He raised his hand.
The teacher paused, smiling warmly.
“Yes Jimin?”
“I’m not feeling too well, may I use the restroom?”
She let him, and Jimin was beyond thrilled at his acting skills. “Thank you drama class” he’d thought.
When Jimin reached the bathroom, Yoongi was gone.
“Where’d you go?” Jimin had stopped questioning this mind message thing.
“Oh, I left school. I felt some better and wanted to get home while I could. Thanks for everything Jimin. You were a big help!”
Jimin’s eyes narrowed. That even sounded like a lie.
“Mhmmm, sure. The only part I believe is that you left school.”
Yoongi didn’t respond. Jimin could tell that he must have been right.
“So are the after school plans still on?” Jimin asked, hoping this would bring him a few more answers.
“Um, nope! I’m all good. All better. See you in class tomorrow.”
Now Jimin really knew something was wrong. He wasn’t easily fooled. Yoongi hadn’t been the first guy to just come up and have a small conversation and then blush like a rose when they got paired up with him. Yoongi was crushing hard, but for him to turn down plans after school? That meant something.
Jimin went back to class, telling his teacher he felt better. He finished out the day relatively quickly. Now was for the part he’d been dying to get to: he had to find some way to get Yoongi to talk to him… as in actually talk to him..