thanks for seven thousand you're all gems
Jimin knew he fucked up as soon as he walked into his apartment to see Taehyung on the couch, grinning like a maniac. He'd decided to go to bed and deal with his best friends interrogation in the morning, that maybe a little bit of sleep would help him build his argument over all of Taehyung's assumptions. He didn't expect to wake up to the shrill voice of none other than Kim Seokjin practically screaming in his ear.
"Park Jimin, what were you thinking? Have you forgotten the mission?" Seokjin yelled. Jimin tumbled out of bed, his blankets wrapped tightly around his legs. He opened his eyes, expecting Seokjin to be standing over him when he remembered that the older man had left him in the mortal world.
"It was a bet! It wasn't my idea! I swear!" Jimin covered his head, as if Seokjin was going to reach through the Great Book and smack him on the back of the head. He almost wished he would have given up on the mission when Taehyung punched him.
"That doesn't mean you go through with it! Ah, you idiot." Seokjin said. Jimin could almost sense the contempt in Seokjin's voice, as if calling Jimin an idiot made him happy.
"Anyway hyung, he's using me. No big deal." Jimin said nonchalantly. He detangled himself from his blankets and ran his hands through his hair. Taehyung walked into his room then, same sinister grin on his face.
"Didn't you hear, hyung? Yoongi hyung and Jimin locked lips last night." Taehyung giggled when Jimin chucked a pillow at him.
"We did not!" Jimin yelled, his cheeks flaming red. Jimin stuttered over his words, "h-he just kissed m-my cheek. No b-big deal."
"Look at you, Jiminie is blushing!" Taehyung reached forward to squeeze Jimin's cheeks, but a low laugh stopped them both in their tracks. "Namjoon hyung?"
"And Kookie!" Jungkook yelled. Jimin glanced at Taehyung out of the corner of his eye, not missing the way the older boy seemed to deflate as a frown etched its way onto his face.
He misses him. Jimin thought to himself. Then he backtracked, because the way the arrows work, Taehyung shouldn't really react to anything. At least not yet, he's still supposed to be hazy with love for Hoseok.
"Hey guys!" Jimin said. Taehyung mumbled a hello after him and Jimin smiled at him, mouthing a silent, we'll be home soon, and patting his back. Taehyung leant into him, like suddenly everyone semi-congregated in one spot made the distance from home that much harder to handle.
"When will you guys get home? Jinnie and Namjoon hyung are too busy with each other to hang out with me. I'm bored." Jungkook said. Jimin could almost picture his small pout and Seokjin's eye roll at the back of Jungkook's head.
"Soon, Jungkook, soon. The mission is going nicely," Jimin sent a sideways glance to Taehyung. "Almost perfectly."
"So, Taehyung, I assume everything is going smoothly?" Seokjin asked. Jimin looked at Taehyung oddly. Had he not just said that?
"Yes, hyung, geez stop worrying. Jimin told you everything was fine, take his word for it." Taehyung smiled at Jimin and rolled his eyes. Jimin smiled. Seokjin hyung was always so worrisome.
"Let's talk about Jimin's new boyfriend," Taehyung pushed on Jimin's shoulder as the older boy blushed.
"We're not boyfriends, it's for the mission stop picking on me." Jimin said. He pushed back on Taehyung and rolled his eyes. Taehyung gave him a look, as if he was saying, I see that blush, you liar. "It's for the mission, I swear. I don't like him."
"Liar!" Taehyung yelled, hitting Jimin's arm. Jimin flinched and covered his face. The bruise had only just gone away, Jimin didn't need another purple stain on his face. "Sorry."
Jimin smiled and patted Taehyung's shoulder. "It's okay, don't worry about it."
"I still feel bad..." Taehyung trailed off and Jimin went to reassure him once again that it was fine; the bruise was gone and Yoongi had taken care of him well. He'd healed nicely, but he was cut off by knocking on the door.
"You get it, I don't have on pants." Jimin said. Taehyung rolled his eyes but got off the floor anyway to answer the door. Jimin laid down in his blanket burrito and closed his eyes, hoping to get a few more minutes of sleep when Taehyung's loud voice rang out like a warning bell. "Oh, Yoongi, hi!"
Jimin scrambled off the floor and looked around hurriedly for a pair of pants, shorts, toga – anything. He didn't find them before Yoongi was walking into his room, box set dvd's in his hands.
"So I've got Friends, Glee, Breaking Bad— you're not wearing pants." Yoongi said, his eyes fixed on Jimin's legs. He nodded appreciatively and looked back up at Jimin's face, which was burning as he tried to pull his shirt down over his pink boxers. "Nice thighs. Anyway, Breaking Bad, Seinfeld, Everybody Loves Raymond– really, the possibilities are endless you just have to tell me what fits your fancy."
"Glee. Also can you please get out so I can get dressed?" Jimin asked, still fumbling with his shirt. Yoongi laughed and walked out of the room, moving the Glee discs to the top of the pile. "Bye guys," Jimin whispered, before hearing the telltale sound of the Great Book closing.
Jimin quickly put on his comfiest pyjama pants and grabbed his blanket off the floor before making his way to the living room. The four of them had made plans last night at the arcade to have a marathon of someone's favorite television show the next day. Jimin had won the coin toss (and who could say no to those eyes?) so he got to pick the show.
Jimin walked out to see Taehyung and Hoseok already cuddled up on the love seat, leaving Jimin and Yoongi the couch. Jimin silently thanked whatever God would listen that he didn't have to share the love seat with Yoongi. Not that he smelled bad or anything, but Jimin was trying really hard to pass this mission.
Jimin laughed when he saw Yoongi's pajama's– a big white sweater and pants with polar bears on them. Yoongi's hair was also fluffy and sticking up on one side, and glasses sat on the tip of his nose. He reminded Jimin of a marshmallow.
"Your hair is already fading," Jimin commented off handedly, running his fingers through Yoongi's hair. Yoongi shrugged and pushed his head against Jimin's hand after he stopped petting him. "I'm not playing with your hair."
"Why do you hate me?" Yoongi asked, flopping his head into Jimin's lap. Jimin laughed and shoved him off so he could put the disc in. Once it was started Jimin turned back around to Yoongi, who had Jimin's blanket wrapped around him with a pout on his face.
"Share," Jimin said, pulling on the blanket. Yoongi put his head in Jimin's lap and snuggled closer into the blanket. "Oh my god, fine, you big baby." Jimin started playing with the hair on the crown of Yoongi's head and Yoongi happily threw some of the blanket over Jimin.
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Taehyung and Hoseok had fallen asleep on the love seat by the time they'd reached season two. Now, on season five, Jimin kept having to turn up the television to block out the sound of the couple's snoring. The right half of his body had fallen asleep from leaning against Yoongi – only doing so because the older boy convinced him he was cold and that cuddling just made sense.
So there they were, Jimin with his head practically in Yoongi's armpit with Yoongi's arm draped over him. The blanket was gathered around the both of them like a protective cocoon of heat, and Jimin, for the first time since he left home, felt cozy.
He didn't have to worry about the mission or Seokjin or breaking up Taehyung and Hoseok, because in that moment it was just him, Yoongi, a blanket and the New Directions.
"You know, I was in show choir in high school." Yoongi said. Jimin looked up at him and bit back a laugh. Yoongi glanced at him quickly before turning his eyes back to the screen. "What? It's not funny."
"It's a little funny," Jimin said, still smiling against Yoongi's side. Jimin had heard Yoongi off handedly singing sometimes to himself, and Jimin knew for certain that Yoongi couldn't carry a tune in a bucket. He wrote and produced great songs, but when it came to singing, Yoongi sounded a bit like a pterodactyl.
"They let me rap, like that one." Yoongi pointed his finger towards the character in the wheelchair. "Unlike him, though, I can't sing too. They let me ooo in the background and rap when the song had one. It was a fun time."
Jimin couldn't hold back the laughter that spilling from his mouth, and he tried to muffle in against Yoongi's body. Yoongi flicked the top of Jimin's head and Jimin glared at him, still laughing. "You're such a bully."
"I'm the nicest person you know, shush." Jimin said, hitting Yoongi's thigh. Yoongi just rolled his eyes and leant further into Jimin's side.
"Whatever, now be quiet, this is my favorite episode." Jimin rolled his eyes but closed his mouth and cuddled into Yoongi nonetheless.
Taehyung smiled from the love seat and turned over his Hoseok's arms.