Yoongi looked fidgety, not meeting Jimin's eyes all morning. Every time the younger approached him, Yoongi would frown.
Yoongi was avoiding him and he needed to find out why.
Was it because Jimin wasn't touching him?
Or was it something else?
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There were only two weeks until Christmas. The Kim house was packed with decorations both inside and out, a tree already standing stoically in the living room amidst the clutter of already wrapped presents surrounding it.
Taehyung had left to hang out with the other four boys, while Yoongi and Jimin opted to stay in and cuddle with some fluffy blankets and Christmas movies on the couch.
It was too cold outside to be antisocial, Yoongi had said to his boyfriend before his moody frown returned.
One reason Jimin had wanted to spend some alone time with the older was to confront the sudden uncomfortable expression he began to notice in Yoongi when their eyes met.
And of course, he had planned on talking to him about something else, too.
Currently, the two were eating breakfast, an unusual silence hanging over them.
"Yoongi?"
The boy looked over with an almost startled expression, as if Jimin had snapped him out of a daydream.
"You okay?"
Yoongi nodded carefully, mumbling an "I'm fine" before continuing to eat his cereal.
"You seem a bit off today."
"I'm okay, Chim." Then his eyes softened a bit, seeing the worried look in the younger's eyes. "Really."
"You just seem . . ." Jimin struggled to find the right words. " I don't know. You've been quiet around me all morning."
"Oh . . ." Yoongi said softly. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, baby, I was just worried."
"Just thinking about something," Yoongi said, idly swirling the remains of his marshmallows around in his bowl with his spoon.
"Something bothering you?"
"No . . . Just thinking."
It was obvious that the older was lying. Jimin wasn't sure why, but he trusted Yoongi to tell him if it was something he should know. Even still, he found himself wondering what was on Yoongi's mind, wondering if it actually did have something to do with him.
They finished the rest of their breakfast in silence.
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The Grinch was playing on the TV, but neither of them paid any mind to it. Yoongi was curled up in Jimin's lap, his breaths quiet and slow, still awake. Jimin had taken to gently petting the older's hair, noticing how oddly quiet the house was, save for the movie playing in the background.
"Yoongi? I need to talk to you."
Yoongi's head shot up almost instantly, eyes wide and worried. He looked scared.
"W-What?" he whispered in a panicked voice, his bottom lip trembling.
"No, it's not—"
Jimin watched as the boy's eyes turned glossy with unshed tears.
"Do you not want me anymore?"
Jimin frowned at the idea, wondering what led the older to think that. "What? Why would I not—"
Yoongi couldn't help but start crying, feeling pathetic as the tears rolled down his cheeks. "A-are you breaking up with me?"
"What? No, no, baby, no," he sighed, taking Yoongi's shaky hands in his own in an attempt to calm him down. "Nothing like that." Then he gave the older a small smile. "Just wanted to ask you out on a date before Christmas, maybe go out for dinner?"
"Oh." Yoongi let out a tiny laugh, followed by more tears, this time of relief. "S-sorry, Jiminie. I just— I don't know why I'm like this. I got scared, and that's why I've been quiet all day, and I— I can't help but think the worst of myself." He wiped at his face, laughing again. "Can't help but think that one day you won't want me anymore. A-am I being paranoid?"
"Oh, baby," Jimin mumbled, pulling the older close and placing a soft kiss on his forehead. "Don't think like that. You're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I love you, Yoongi, so fucking much, and nothing will change that. Nothing."
"I love you too, Jimin," Yoongi sniffled.
Jimin pulled his boyfriend into another tight embrace, whispering into his ear, "I don't ever want to let you go. You're my angel."
"And you're mine."
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"Jiminie~" Yoongi whined, zooming around the house with his gummy smile now that his worries were over.
"Yes, baby, what do you want?"
Yoongi stopped running, looking back to the younger on the couch, his face expressionless.
"How big is your dick?"
Jimin coughed suddenly, nearly choking on air and sending his boyfriend into a burst of giggles. "W-what? Why?"
Yoongi grinned. "Answer me!"
"You'll just have to find out," Jimin winked, sending a flush to Yoongi's cheeks.
"You'll just have to let me, then," Yoongi whispered softly, letting out a flustered squeak as if he'd just realized what he said and proceeded to zoom around the room once more to hide the blush on his face.
"Dumbass," Jimin chuckled. "Be careful, you'll get hurt."
And of course, just as the words left his mouth, Yoongi tripped over the rug, sending him sprawling into the floor, wincing in pain.
"Yoongi!" Jimin quickly rushed over, hoping the older hadn't really gotten hurt.
"I'm okay," Yoongi laughed before his face scrunched up as the carpet touched his knees, which were now covered in rug burn. "Fuck, that hurts."
Jimin sighed, already on his feet again to make his way to his room, grabbing the stash of tiny Kumamon bandages he always kept atop his desk.
When he returned, he found Yoongi on the couch, hugging his knees to his chest, pout evident on his face. "Chim, it hurts."
"I know, baby," Jimin said, sticking the patterned bandages on gently. "There, now both of your knees are matching."
Yoongi rolled his eyes as he tried to hide a growing smile. "You idiot, I hate you."
"Love you too," Jimin laughed before scooping the older up bridal-style, catching him by surprise.
"Fuck— Jimin, put me down!" Yoongi yelped, clinging to the younger so tight that Jimin knew he'd have bruises later.
"Nope!"
Jimin began walking around the house with Yoongi in his arms, Yoongi hiding his face in his chest.
"You're severely injured," Jimin said, "so I'm going to have to carry you everywhere."
Yoongi groaned.
To annoy the older further, Jimin decided to make small talk. "What do you want for Christmas, Yoonie?"
"For you to put me down," Yoongi grumbled. The two were now in the kitchen, and Jimin was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of his small boyfriend in his arms. He set Yoongi down so that he was sitting on top of the island, looking down at him.
"Anything else?"
"Your dick."
"Hmm . . . I'll think about it," Jimin chuckled, eyes glittering. "Santa doesn't want to put you on the naughty list just yet."
"Then I might just be naughty on purpose this year," Yoongi grinned, his arms wrapping around the younger's neck, pulling him close. "I want you to fuck me, Jimin."
"Do you? And what make you think you deserve it?"
Yoongi blinked once, looking deep into Jimin's eyes before bursting into giggles.
Jimin couldn't help but laugh as well, his cheeks red. "What?"
"N-nothing! It was just— I don't know, that made me laugh!"
"Way to ruin the mood," Jimin grinned. "I was actually going to fuck you, for real."
Yoongi stilled, eyes going wide. "No way. Seriously?"
"Mhm."
"Backsies?" Yoongi tried, trying to stifle his laughter. He wiggled his eyebrows teasingly. "I'm horny."
"No you aren't."
"You can fuck my face?"
Jimin laughed. "However tempting that may be, no."
"Damn it." Yoongi pouted cutely, his bottom lip jutting out.
"The only thing we'll be doing in bed is cuddling."
With a sigh, the older reached out and made grabby hands toward Jimin. "I guess it's bedtime then, Chim."
"But it's noon."
"I'm still tired. I wanna take a nap with you, please?"
Jimin couldn't say no to that face, not when Yoongi looked at him like that.
"Of course, love, let's go."
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YOU GUYS, IT'S FINALS WEEK
and i, being the oh so smart person i am, decided to spend nearly six hours on who even knows what besides physics and u.s. government.
yay...
question of the chapter: whats one thing you're stressing over right now?
i'm going to be a hypocrite and tell you to sToP and just enjoy life :3
well, that's all for today! hopefully i'll get the first chapter of the namgi fic up soon. thanks for reading <3