fragile ∾ pjm + myg

chapter twenty-six

When he finally sinked into the purple water, Jimin sighed in pleasure as the warmness of it made his muscles relax, steam coming out of it and filling the bathroom, leaving everything warm and the mirror next to the sink completely fogged. Jimin relaxed against the bathtub, body hidden under the colourful water, frowning when he remembered that he also wanted bubbles but forgot to pick that up, too comfortable to get out and go get it. He closed his eyes, sinking further into the warm and letting his head fall back on the edge of the porcelain bathtub, water reaching up to his chin; mind wandering around, not really settling on anything.

Next thing he knew there was a hand touching his cheek and the water had loosed its warmth a bit, but it was still hot enough for Jimin not to be bothered by the cold. The singer peeled his eyes open, finding cat-like eyes staring at him from the side of the bathtub, a small smile tugging on Yoongi's lips, "Hey, sleepy head."

Jimin grumbled, nuzzling against Yoongi's hand and sighing, eyes closing again, "I fell asleep, didn't I?" the rapper just hummed at that, slowly caressing the younger's cheek, which was slightly damp from the steam still rising a bit from the tub. Jimin shook his head no when Yoongi asked him if he wanted him to leave, taking one hand out of the water and pressing more insistently on the elder's hand, staying that way for a few seconds before opening his eyes again and looking at his boyfriend for a few seconds, "Hyung? Can you- Can you wash my hair?" Jimin's voice was shy, almost a whisper, as if he was ashamed to be asking that. But he really didn't want to be bothered to do that right now and his hair smelled like sweat and he was not sleeping like that.

"Sure," the elder smiled at him, taking his hand away from Jimin's face and standing, groaning as his back popped at the sudden movement. Jimin giggled, watching the elder take off his flannel and drop it to the floor, moving to pick up the shampoo bottle. The singer smiled, closing his eyes again and going back to lean against the bathtub, this time sitting more straight so that Yoongi wouldn't have to lean forward a lot. Jimin smile widened when he felt the rapper's hands on his hair, massaging his scalp with gentle fingers as the strawberry scent filled his mind; he was sure he could fall asleep again only from this, "Don't sleep again or I'm leaving you here to get your skin all wrinkled and shit."

The younger whined at that, "Why are you so mean to me?" there was a sleepy pout on his full lips, even if his tone was playful. Yoongi's hand paused in his hair and he was ready to whine again when he felt something warm pressing against the pout on his lips and he blinked his eyes open, barely managing to see Yoongi's blonde hair escaping his vision again. Jimin sighed happily, "'K, I take it back."

"Good, 'cause I'm washing your fucking hair, learn your place." the younger giggled at the elder's words, knowing he was only joking back.

He felt happy, Jimin realized as Yoongi rinsed the shampoo out of his strands. There was a warm and comfortable feeling on his chest and the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth didn't seem to want to leave; head free from any wandering thoughts that wasn't about his boyfriend's hands on his hair. Moments like this were the reason why he kept going, where everything wasn't as important as it seemed before and he could feel bliss running through his veins like an antidote for all the bad things that had once plagued his mind.

So yeah, maybe he wasn't 100% yet, but he was getting there and in that moment, the present he was living it, made all the effort worth it.

⍉

Jimin dropped dead on his bed, a smile stretched through his face as he pressed it against the soft pillow.

They made it; they won another daesang and so many awards that night that the singer was still having some trouble wrapping his head around everything that had happened in the past hours. His body was tired but his mind was working at full speed, listening to the others loudly cheering down the hall and in the living room; laughter and cheers filling the once quiet apartment. He could hear Yoongi moving through the room before the elder dropped his body besides Jimin, groaning as his back finally hit the bed, mattress jumping a little at the suden weight. Jimin's smile got bigger as he took his face off the pillow, moving to lie on his side so he could glance at his boyfriend with shining eyes.