new story out called roommates for after this is over,, go give the teaser love
also does anyone remember what color i said tae's wings were ?? i can't remember and i need to know for the chap i'm writing nice
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They say that good things come and go, and the really good things leave the quickest. Jimin knew that whatever he had with Yoongi wouldn't last that long, so when they hit the two week mark without any interference from the Council or Seokjin, he knew something was up. But, because he was too wrapped up in Yoongi's arms and trying to take Taehyung's advice, he ignored the lack of intervening he was sure would come.
This proved to be an okay outlook on life until on Saturday afternoon. Yoongi and Jimin were laying on Jimin's couch, Yoongi leaving sloppy kisses all over Jimin's face and neck when the door flew open and Jimin accidentally kneed Yoongi in the stomach when he jumped.
Yoongi sat up next to Jimin, who was staring at the person in the doorway like they were the scariest thing on earth. And in the moment, Yoongi could sympathize because even though he had no clue who the man in the bright pink hoodie was, he looked really angry. Jimin immediately jumped off the couch and started babbling a mile a minute, like he usually did when he got nervous.
"Seokjin hyung! What are you doing here? Are you okay? Is everyone else okay? How are my mom and dad and um, how's Namjoon hyung? Everyone good? What brings you here?" Jimin asked, leaning awkwardly on the back of the couch.
"Jimin, shut up." Seokjin said. Then he looked at Yoongi, who's hair was messed up from laying on Jimin's chest. "You must be Yoongi."
"That'd be me, nice to meet you Seokjin." Yoongi said, lifting himself off the couch to bow. Seokjin nodded at him and turned back t Jimin.
"Where are your manners, Jimin? Aren't you going to offer me a seat, or a drink?" Seokjin asked. Jimin stared at him, dumbfounded for a second before just nodding and walking off to the kitchen. Seokjin sat down on the love seat opposite Yoongi and stared him down, and Yoongi writhed around in his seat uncomfortably. "Tell me about yourself, Yoongi."
"I, uh– I'm twenty-three, I work as a music producer and I live next door." Yoongi said. Seokjin looked unimpressed, but he didn't have any fancy credentials to tack onto the end of his statement- he'd barely passed college. "What?"
"I just thought you'd tell me something I didn't already know. Jimin talks about you all the time." Seokjin said, leaning back in his chair and picking his nails. This was false, however Seokjin couldn't pass up the chance to embarrass his friend. He saw Yoongi lean forward in his seat and Seokjin took it as a sign to continue. "You know, Yoongi this, Yoongi that. Talks about your job and your smile and your polar bear pajamas."
Yoongi flushed, his sudden vigor for information gone as he slumped back in the couch. "Did he really tell you about my polar bear pj's?" Yoongi asked, voice muffled by the hands he was holding over his head.
"Don't worry, all good things, all good things. Said you were cute, looked like a marshmallow or something. I don't remember the exact details but he went on about it forever." Seokjin said, smiling to himself slightly. That actually had happened, Seokjin had called to talk to Taehyung but he was out, so Seokjin got the forty-five minute recap of movie night, nary a detail spared, and definitely not one as important as Yoongi's 'so fucking cute, I swear I was going to die' polar bear pajama bottoms.
When Jimin walked back into the living room with Seokjin's tea, he didn't expect the glare to be from Yoongi and the small smile to be from Seokjin. Jimin's eyebrows knitted together as he set the tea down and took his place next to Yoongi, who immediately flicked his ear. "Ow, what the fu– flower!"
Yoongi looked at him with his eyebrows raised and a bemused grin on his face, but didn't ask any questions before launching into a lecture with that accusatory voice of his. Jimin wasn't really paying attention, taking more time to look at every dip and curve on the bottom half of Yoongi's face, telling himself he'd do the rest later but Yoongi's mouth was attractive and honestly one of the only places he cared about at that moment.
"– and, Jimin, are you listening to me? Stop looking at my mouth." Jimin sprung back to life when Yoongi grabbed his arms and shook him back and forth. Once Yoongi was sure he had Jimin's full attention, he went back to talking. "Anyway, since I'm not repeating myself," he smacked Jimin's chest. "I cannot believe you told him about my pajama pants."
Jimin frowned, "the polar bear ones? They're cute! I had to tell someone about them." Jimin said, grabbing onto Yoongi's arm and snuggling into his side. "Besides, you're cute in your pj's, and Seokjin hyung is good at keeping secrets so I figured he be an okay person to tell."
Jimin emphasized good at keeping secrets by snuggling into Yoongi further and letting the older boy throw his arm around him. Seokjin looked at him as pleadingly as he could with another person there, but let their position go when Taehyung came through the door with Hoseok, hand in hand.
"Oh, this is a mess." Jimin heard Seokjin say. If he was being honest he couldn't agree more, but he wasn't being honest at the moment. He was being quiet and secretive and held for the first time in his life by anyone aside from his mother, and he would rather be anything but honest at this point in time.
"Seokjin hyung!" Taehyung yelled, dropping Hoseok's hand and throwing himself at their eldest friend. Seokjin caught him and they shared a hug that may have made Hoseok a little jealous, judging by how he walked over and sat down next to Jimin on the couch with a pout on his lips. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to talk to you and Jimin about some things, but it's not important. Are you going to introduce me to your friend?" Seokjin asked, motioning towards Hoseok. Taehyung got up from the love seat and crammed himself onto the couch with the other three boys, and Jimin had to practically sit in Yoongi's lap to make room. Not that he was complaining. While Taehyung introduced Hoseok and they had a little screaming session, Yoongi was placing little kisses all over the back of Jimin's neck.
"Hi," Yoongi said quietly as Taehyung went into a full fledged retelling of the time they went to arcade - complete with wild gesticulations and audience participation (this meant that, poor Seokjin, who was just trying to drink his tea, was forced into posing as a human prop for Taehyung's story).
"Hey," Jimin answered just as softly. Yoongi continued to leave feathery kisses on Jimin's neck as Jimin watched the arcade story with bated breath. Of course he knew how everything would end, he was there, but Taehyung had a really bad habit of over exaggerating. The last thing he needed was for Jimin and Yoongi's literal midnight snack to turn into anything other than two bros getting cupcakes together.
"They're something else, aren't they?" Yoongi asked against Jimin's skin. Jimin nodded and leant his head back to rest against Yoongi's shoulder, and the two of them watched together as the story reached a - thankfully - anticlimactic end. Without the loud voices of both Hoseok and Taehyung trying to talk over each other, the apartment fell oddly quiet and all the attention was back on Jimin and Yoongi. Or, more like Jimin on Yoongi, and if Seokjin had a problem with their prior position Jimin was sure this definitely wasn't okay.
"Anyways, I have to talk to you two later, so no sleepovers." The statement seemed to be directed right at Yoongi, who nodded silently, his cheek moving against Jimin's hair. Hoseok popped right off the couch and moved to grab Yoongi, too, but Yoongi wrapped his arms around Jimin's waist and held the younger's back to his chest.
"Do we have to leave right now?" Yoongi asked, like it would kill him to let Jimin go for even a half a second. Jimin twisted around in his lap, and, against his better judgement, pressed a kiss against Yoongi's mouth. Yoongi kissed back and Taehyung and Hoseok let out a 'gross, get a room'. Jimin could feel Seokjin's less than pleased gaze on his back but he didn't care, not when Yoongi had his hands holding his waist and his soft lips pressed against his own.
Jimin pulled away first, and Yoongi leant forward and let out a disgruntled sigh. "I'll see you later." Jimin said, resting his forehead against Yoongi's.
"Fine," Yoongi picked up Jimin as he stood up and turned around to drop him back on the couch. Jimin waved at him as Hoseok pulled Yoongi out the door. After Seokjin had shut the door securely behind them, he spun around to Jimin with a grimace on his face.
"You, Park Jimin, are in some deep shit." Seokjin said, sitting down on the coffee table. Jimin squinted at him because Seokjin would never tolerate that from him, but he lets it slide. "Do you remember why you're here?"
"Taehyung made me do it!" Jimin yelled immediately, pointing his finger at the younger. Taehyung scoffed and sat down next to him, propping his feet up on the table.
"I didn't make you do anything, I just let you do what you subconsciously wanted for so long." Taehyung said, picking at his nails. Jimin stared at him, then at Seokjin, then back at Taehyung without saying anything because he didn't have an argument, not really.
"Anyway, whether Taehyung did it or not, we have a big mess to clean up here. Obviously you failed the mission, but as for living back at home, well, you'd have to go in for a hearing." Seokjin said. Jimin leant back in the couch and sighed. He should have never taken Taehyung's advice.
"Okay, well we just won't tell the Council, right? Everything will be fine. I'll tell Yoongi I'm moving again or something and you can send someone else to do the mission, hell, you can do it, just so it's done." Jimin said, trying to work everything out in his head. He could leave and Seokjin could finish the mission, Jimin could claim he did it himself and he'd get his wings back. Everything would be fine.
"Yeah, sure, sounds like a good plan except there's a problem." Seokjin said. He and Taehyung were sharing looks, Taehyung's practically screaming don't you fucking dare, while Seokjin's read Tae, I have to. "You see, Jimin, Yoongi is–"
"Hyung," Taehyung said, attention diverted away from his nails and to Seokjin's face. "Not right now. When we get home."
Jimin's gaze flickered between Seokjin and Taehyung, panicked. They were commenced in a silent war that Jimin could see that Taehyung was winning. "Home?" Jimin questioned.
Seokjin sighed and looked back towards Jimin, a sad expression on his face. He laid his hand on Jimin's knee and started massaging the skin there, something he only did when delivering bad news. "Yeah, Jimin. The Council, they know about you and Yoongi. They're calling you back for a hearing."