Sparkling | YOONMIN

XVII. Limits

[Recap on Sparkling]

Jimin was speechless, watching as Yoongi pulled the covers up to their chins, and flipped into his other side.

He couldn't believe what he had done. And he couldn't believe that he wanted to do it again.

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   Hours.

   It'd been hours, from the time on Yoongi's phone, since they'd been free. It hasn't been long since Yoongi fell asleep.

   He was given a lot of time to think, our Jimin, and boy was he using it.

   Yoongi had kissed him, maybe that was too bold of a word, but their lips touched. The last time that happened, Yoongi forgot him. But when he poked said boy to ask him if he remembered him, he merely said, "go to sleep, Jimin."

   So in conclusion, he doesn't know what the fuck is going on. Were there rules to this sort of thing? He'll only forget if you have a tail. Or, maybe, forgive and forget if we have to be poetic.

   He couldn't stop thinking about it.

   How fair was it that Yoongi could kiss him but it couldn't be the other way around? It was hauntingly unfair. Yoongi could still go home and not be troubled by any of this, by any of the kiss, but him? He'd never forget. He'll be thinking of it till the end of his days.

   He's pulled out of his thoughts when a breeze ruffled their hair. He froze. They're in a secret room. In a house. There should be no breeze.

   He slips out of the blanket, warm feet touching the cold wood, and he picks up the nearest object as his choice of weapon. Trembling, he creeps up to the large cloth before lifting it up harshly. There's not a single soul. No one, except for the meal on the table in the middle. He hurries to it, his stomach growling.

   A note settles on the side of as platter, and he really wishes he could read. Taking it up, he goes over back to bed, jumping on it, and crawling over Yoongi.

   "Wake up!" He shakes the elder, and he groans. Feeling the weight of the merman and being shaked was not a good combination. "There's a note!" He says, holding it up in the air, trying to see in the very dim light.

   Yoongi sits up, hands gripping onto Jimin's hips to stop moving. "Hold still, damn it," he grumbles, taking the note from his hand.

   Jimin is stock still, conscious of where his fingers dig into. He contemplated on moving, or anything else as Yoongi investigated the piece of paper.

   "Just says a little bit more time. What does that even mean? Did Namjoon send this?" He questions Jimin, but he's quiet, gesturing to the food in the other room.

   Yoongi blanched at the sight, jaw going slack and Jimin saw a bit of drool forming. He tips up the elder's jaw, and climbs off Yoongi and the bed, sliding to the table.

   The human just watches for a few minutes. Jimin was obviously still in his clothes from yesterday and so was he. He thought he could change at home, but oh, did fate have other plans.

   "Wish Namjoon would give us some clothes," he said, too tired to even speak properly, moving at a sloth's pace.

   "Hurry up, the food is delicious!" Jimin gushes, digging into the platter. It's juicy meat just falling off the bones and the sauce just oh! It was a little taste of heaven.

   "Honestly, it can't be that good." He criticized as he made a plate of his own. (He quietly wondered where the younger's manners went, and then the whole merman thing came into question. Definitely no manners.)

   But it was that good. All the flavors mixing to make something unforgettable yet indescribable. An experience that'll last a lifetime.

   "When do you think Namjoon will let us go? I haven't talked to my brothers in a while." Jimin wondered, probably not noticing the sauce at the corner of his mouth. It bothered Yoongi immensely, though. He couldn't stop staring at it, but to Jimin, he looked like he was staring at his lips.

   It confused both of the boys for totally different reasons.

   Yoongi leans over. Jimin watching and leaning, slowly closing his eyes but then, he doesn't feel the lips he's come to enjoy.

   Instead, he opens an eye, a napkin in his view.

   "You need to learn table manners, actually, manners in general." He explains, shaking the napkin a little to get the fish to take it.

   "Oh." Jimin swallows the spit in his mouth, reaching forward to take the paper, unsure of what to do with it. He's only seen what to do by cleaning it up. "I don't understand... what you want me..." Yoongi huffs.

   He gets up from his chair, coming around the table, to face Jimin directly. He knew exactly what Jimin had thought. He knew, but he wasn't going to act on forced intimacy.

   "Clean your mouth." He says as takes his own napkin to wipe the sauce off.

   Yoongi doesn't lean in much closer, but still close enough for Jimin to stare in the human's eyes, recognizing the dark brown. It had resonated with Jimin, to have this memory stored away. Jimin thinks back the couple of months when he was getting dressed.

   Once again, Yoongi was helping him be human again and it was frustrating.

   Before Yoongi could stand up straight, Jimin took the extra step to kiss him.

  






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