Jimin drove home, the only thing on his mind being Yoongi.
Did he eat anything yet? Was he still sleeping? Was he okay all alone?
Yoongi was all Jimin could think about at Yugeom's house, too distracted to focus on their group project. He was now itching to get home and have Yoongi in his arms again.
It felt weird, not being around his baby. Jimin didn't like it at all.
So he left Yugeom's house thirty minutes early, saying he had to "feed his cat," because he couldn't stand being in that house any longer.
He parked his car in the driveway and opened the front door of his house, only to be met by a person flying at him clinging to his waist, a bundle of blankets wrapped around his small body.
"Jimin, you're home!" Yoongi cried, the tears he'd been shedding not too long ago making a reappearance. "I-I missed you so much!"
Jimin chuckled and placed a kiss into the boy's fluffy hair. "I missed you too, baby. Couldn't stop thinking about you."
"R-really?" Yoongi looked up with watery eyes that were already swollen and red. He'd cried before Jimin came home, he could tell.
Jimin tilted Yoongi's chin up gently, a worried expression on his face. "Baby, did you cry?"
"Mhm. I just m-missed you a lot and got sad," Yoongi sniffled, tears still running down his cheeks. "B-but now you're home and with me again! I missed you lots, and I really wanted to cuddle b-because you smell nice and your arms are really warm."
Jimin suddenly picked Yoongi up, bridal style, as if the boy weighed nothing, effortlessly carrying him to his room as Yoongi screamed, "I'm gonna die, p-put me down! I'm gonna f-fall and die!"
"Trust me, Yoongi, I won't let you fall. I've got you."
Mrs. Park watched the two boys from the couch, an affectionate smile on her face. Jimin reminded her of herself when she was younger. Back when she and Haewon were in college, it was difficult to tell whether the feelings she harbored for her best friend were platonic or something different, and Jiyeon felt that Jimin must be going through the same thing, if he wasn't already in love with Yoongi.
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Jimin was completely and utterly in love with Yoongi. He was Jimin's everything, and he wasn't sure how he didn't realize his feelings for his best friend sooner.
"Come cuddle with me!" Yoongi grinned, making grabby hands at the younger, whose eyes held such love in them for Yoongi that he himself was surprised how Yoongi didn't see it yet.
Jimin sat on his bed, pulling the smaller into his lap so that Yoongi's back was resting against his solid chest.
"Don't leave me anymore, please," Yoongi mumbled. "I got really sad without you."
Jimin wrapped his arms around the older's waist, tucking his head into the crook of Yoongi's neck. "I did too, baby. The whole time, all I could think about was you. The guys working on the project with me were getting pissed because I was so distracted."
Yoongi giggled before turning his head to look at the younger, then wincing at the strain in his neck. "C-can I turn around? I like watching you talk."
Then his eyes widened and he blushed. "Umm, that sounded creepy, I-I just meant that I like looking at you. . . . in general?"
"Do you?" Jimin chuckled.
Yoongi's cheeks burned. "Well, it's hard not to like looking at you when you're just so. . . ." His voice trailed and he felt small under Jimin's intense gaze. "So hot," he finally mumbled, cheeks red.
Well, fuck.
"Doesn't that sound a bit gay?" Jimin teased, biting the inside of his cheek to hide the wide grin threatening to appear.
"Only if you want it to," Yoongi shrugged. "I'm just stating the facts."
"All I can think about right now is the fact that you think I'm hot," Jimin grinned.
"You're so full of it."
No, all I can think about right now is the fact that you think I'm hot."
Yoongi blushed. "I can call you hot if I want to!" he said defensively, blushing.
"Of course, of course," Jimin cooed as he pinched Yoongi's blushy cheeks. "Ahh, you're so cute!"
"Am not!" Yoongi scowled.
"Turn around for me, baby," Jimin said, "I don't want your neck to hurt."
So Yoongi did, once again in a tense straddling position, his legs hooked around the younger's waist and his hands shaking nervously in his lap.
"So pretty," Jimin murmured, reaching up to card his fingers through the fluffy pink hair covering Yoongi's forehead. "You really are beautiful, Yoonie, you know?"
Yoongi's heart fluttered at Jimin's words. It seemed that when Jimin complimented him, his mind was forced to accept it rather than dwelling on the long list of his flaws like he normally did. Jimin made him feel important, pretty, special. Jimin made him feel happy again.
"Chim?"
"Hmm?"
Yoongi hesitated. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like if we were. . . . together? L-like, as a couple?"
Jimin found himself nodding quietly, and Yoongi's eyes widened. "I-I have, once or twice, why?"
"N-no reason, just— just asking."
"Oh," Jimin frowned. "If you were going to, um, by any chance, ask me out or something—"
Yoongi panicked, thinking that Jimin was about to reject him before he even said anything, and interrupted him. "No! I-I wasn't, I was just— I had a dream? About us. . . . and the dream was nice."
Yoongi mentally facepalmed himself. He was so incredibly stupid.
"What happened in the dream?" Jimin asked curiously. Yoongi was horrible at lying, and this was just plain amusing for the younger to watch because the boy was scrambling for words, his face a flustered mess.
Surprisingly though, Yoongi's words sounded genuinely sincere.
"We were together," Yoongi pretended to recall, "in this same room. We sat here, on the bed, my head in your lap. We were laughing and talking like we normally do, and then. . . . you told me you loved me."
He looked up from his hands, which he had been messing with in his nervousness, to gauge Jimin's reaction before continuing. "You told me you were in love with me, and I remember feeling like I could never be any happier. I was sitting up then, I think. You took my face in your hands and k-kissed me. Your lips were soft and you looked so happy. I told you that I'd been in love with you for months but could never tell you because I was too scared to mess things up. We starting dating, I think, after that." Yoongi gave Jimin a small smile. "It was a happy dream."
Jimin was silent for a moment before he said, "For future reference, Dream Jimin wouldn't mind being asked out first. Or, if Dream Yoongi really doesn't want to but he still loves Dream Jimin, then for God's sake, he should tell Dream Jimin, because Dream Jimin would definitely want to know."
Yoongi tilted his head, confused. "What?"
Sighing, Jimin shook his head with a smile and pulled Yoongi's head into his chest, wrapping his arms around the smaller. "I'm tired, baby. Let's take a nap, okay? My brain hurts."
Yoongi giggled. "Mhm, I'm sleepy, too, Jiminie."
Jimin slid down so that his head rested on his pillow, and Yoongi laid his head on Jimin's chest, hugging his arm as if it was a plushie.
Jimin spoke softly, "Sweet dreams, love."
Yoongi smiled up at the younger before closing his eyes. "I love you, Chim. Sweet dreams."
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hey, i hope you all are having a great day/night! eat food, drink water, and stay healthy <3
talk to me though, i'm lonely :,( tell me your problems, i'll do my best to help!
okkk here's my question: who is your favorite person in the universe (irl people!!!)? i'd have to say mine would be my little sister because she's the best. she hates me most of the time and it's great. she mildly tolerates my chaotic weirdness, and i can tell her just about anything, really. she's a cool dude :))
i need to sleep lmaoo so byeee!
thank you for reading <3