Hacker || Yoonmin

Chapter 12

"Good morning baby." Hobi said cuddling close to me. He nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck. I smile slightly as I slowly wake up.

"I'm still sleepy... Leave me be..." I said pushing him away.

He dives for my neck again, and then my face kissing it everywhere. I can feel his small pecks all over my face. It was a perfect day, waking up to him and the sun. It was bright out and quiet.

I yawned again and turned over on my back, finally opening my eyes. It takes me a minute to realize what was wrong about this picture. Hoseok was just sitting there, smiling at me. Somehow, it felt wrong.

"I like this, waking up to you." He says, then gets serious. "Too bad we only have another morning like this."

"What do you mean?" I ask, looking at him again.

"You and I refused to join, remember? That Jimin kid also refused, but with what he did he was called by the police immediately. While you and I get 3 days." He cuddles back into my neck again.

"What did the police do to him?" I ask, curiosity not plaguing the dream. I was wondering what my mind would say now.

"They... Killed him." Hobi said, sitting up. "Poor kid..."

For some reason, my heart clenched at this. Why Jimin? What had he done that was so bad?

"We might be sent to the same prison though, which is nice." He said smiling slightly.

"Hobi, what did Jimin do that was so bad?"

"He-" The apartment shook, there was somehow a whole crowd's noise in my head. I was bombarded by the scent and smell of the true area of where I was.

Currently, my other roommate was in the room and Hoseok decided that it would be a good idea to wake me up.

I despise being woken up.

I rolled over and looked at the other person in the room. He was smaller, looked more like a child. Kind of like my Jiminie. This boy had black hair and braces and squinted his eyes when he smiled. Just like Jimin.

But I'm not whipped for Jimin.

Nope.

I just like how he smiles.

I groan my hello and turn back over, covering my head in blanket and pillow. I try hard to block out the sound and noise. Then, I get a whiff of something good. Ramen, and not the cup kind. The worth-the-sacrifice-of-getting-out-of-bed-and-walking-up-stairs kind. I was tired, yes, but I was also hungry.

I groaned and sat up in my bed, my scowl on and my hair sticking up. There, standing at the edge of my bed was a short person with orange fluffy hair, holding a Styrofoam cup with hot homemade ramen in it. I smiled seeing the ramen and the orange-haired boy.

But mainly the food.

His smile is still cute though.

Yep, definitely only the food.

I take the food cup from his small hands and hold it in mine, feeling the warmth through the cups.

"I brought you a peace offering, let me come up!"

"What's the magic word?"

"Please?" Jimin pouted his bottom lip.

"Actually, the magic word was lotion, but since you said please, then you can come up." (A/N: If you get this reference, I swear I'm still a kid.)

He climbs up slowly on the bed and sits beside me, cross-legged. I shovel the soup into my mouth and smile at him with my cheeks puffing out. He goes to shovel some soup in his mouth and ends up burning his tongue because he didn't let it cool. I almost spit the soup out of my nose.

All-in-all, the night was good for both of us.

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Just a filler chapter. Loves to all <3