Jimin opens his eyes. He's still wrapped in Yoongi's arms. His eyes feel dry and his throat is a bit scratchy. Outside, it's still dark; the sun is just starting to rise.
It's warm under the covers with Yoongi, and his feet are warm and toasty; Yoongi put socks on him while he was sleeping. He dreads having to leave the coziness for the cold bathroom to get ready for work. Then he remembers.
I don't have a job anymore.
The events of the previous day come rushing back like a wave and a little sob escapes him. He pulls away slowly so he doesn't wake Yoongi, but Yoongi's arms just tighten and pull him closer.
"Baby, where are you going?" he murmurs sleepily. "It's Saturday. Stay here with me."
In his misery, Jimin has forgotten what day it is. He has two days to hide away until he has to face the aftermath of the previous day's events. So in the moment he just lets go and holds on to Yoongi, taking deep breaths to keep himself grounded. The warmth and Yoongi's touch overtake the despair and he's asleep again before long.
When he finally wakes up again, it's raining. He burrowed under the covers in his sleep, and his cheek is pressed against Yoongi's belly.
He pokes his head out and sees that Yoongi is sitting up and reading. When Yoongi sees that Jimin is awake he puts the book aside and slides down so they're facing each other.
"Morning sunshine," he says and kisses Jimin's nose, which he instinctively scrunches up, and Yoongi smiles. "Are you hungry?"
Jimin nods. He doesn't trust his voice just yet.
"Okay let's go," Yoongi says. He knows that Jimin will talk when he's ready; pushing will only make him clam up. In the meantime, he's going to be there for whatever Jimin needs.
Jimin sits on a kitchen stool and watches as Yoongi bustles around. The air is soon filled with the sound of Yoongi making breakfast. He passes Jimin a bowl of fruit while he whips up pancakes.
Jimin pops a strawberry in his mouth and realizes that he's ravenous. In spite of all that's going on, his appetite hasn't been affected. In fact, it seems to have doubled. Within minutes, the bowl is empty. Yoongi is done making most of the pancakes by then, and he puts a plate of them in front of Jimin.
In the time it takes Jimin to finish one, Yoongi finishes the rest of the pancakes, butters some toast and joins Jimin at the counter. Jimin feeds him a bite of the pancake he's eating, and they continue eating in companionable silence.
When Yoongi gets up to clear away the dishes, Jimin hugs him from the side.
"Thanks," he mutters, his head tucked between Yoongi's neck and shoulder.
Yoongi smiles and kisses the top of his head. "Anytime, sweetheart."
They clean up the kitchen then, Jimin washing the dishes while Yoongi wipes off the counter and puts away the ingredients. Jimin is just putting the last plate in the dish rack when the doorbell rings.
