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thirty-six: brave the cold

They didn't want to part ways with each other. Not even for the night. Holding each other so tenderly, rocking back ever so slightly as each ran their fingers through the other's hair.

But sadly, Yoongi recalled somewhere in the middle of hugging Jimin that he had told his father he'd be back before too late, as he promised he'd help with some work that needed to be done around the house.

"Do you really have to go, Yoongi?"

The most heartbreaking thing, that innocent voice, those words of disappointment and the way Jimin looked at him just then. Yoongi gave a sad smile.

"Just for now," he said. He brushed aside some of the hair hanging over Jimin's forehead. "I would say you could come over but you'd just be waiting around for a couple hours till I finished helping my dad."

"I don't mind."

Yoongi's eyes widened a bit. "Uh-"

"I wanted to ask you something anyway."

"What is it?"

"For tomorrow..."

He paused. His gaze fell, drifting thoughtfully before lifting itself to meet Yoongi's again.

"For tomorrow, could I borrow something to wear?"

"Jimin, we have school tomorrow."

"I know."

A smile slipped onto Yoongi's face, subtle and coated with something akin to a mixture of pride and fondness. He nodded. "You can borrow anything you want, baby."

A kindling word. Jimin's face grew a few shades darker, and he turned away, shyly, just for a moment as a smile of his own took form.

Yoongi stifled a laugh. "Sorry, too much-?"

"No," Jimin countered, "I like it."

Oh, no, he's so freaking adorable... "Well, I'm glad." Running his fingers through Jimin's hair once again, Yoongi leaned forward to plant a kiss on the boy's forehead. "Whatever makes you happy, baby," he said softly, and Jimin's smile grew three times as broad at the nickname. "So you're okay with waiting around at my house?"

"If it means I can stay with you now."

*

Waking up in Yoongi's arms.

It wasn't something new, but in some way, it felt different. Jimin had his head buried into Yoongi's chest, one leg wrapped around him while the other was caught between Yoongi's legs. He didn't feel so embarrassed this time. Things just felt...comfortable. He felt comfortable. At home.

Sadly, it was a school morning, so as much as Jimin wanted to he couldn't sleep in. Nonetheless, he didn't dread the day ahead. For a number of reasons. There was still some apprehension present, but nothing Jimin wasn't willing to face.

He had Yoongi, anyway.

"You awake, baby?"

The soft, low purr in his ear. Jimin pulled his head away from Yoongi's chest to look at him. "Mhm," he hummed. Yoongi smiled a sleepy smile. It felt almost as a dream. To both of them. Seeing each other like this and knowing they were free to express how they truly felt, rather than having to come up with excuses as to why they wanted to just stare into each other's eyes or run their fingers through the other's hair. And that's exactly what Yoongi did. As the smile on both his lips and in his eyes broadened, he slipped his fingers through the orange locks of Jimin's hair and sighed.