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As the ladder game came to and end, the results were undeniable. Jimin closed his eyes and willed himself to stay calm but when he opened them again the results were still there. The crooked lines Namjoon has drawn showed the inevitable conclusion.
Yoongi's roommate for the king-sized bed was... Jimin. Letting out a small groan that was almost inaudible, he allowed himself to sink into the cushions of the plush couch. Closing his eyes, he tried to focus and think back on the potential misdeeds of his young life that had made fate deal him this hand. He tried very hard not to think about the room that was just ten steps away, the beautiful king-sized four-poster bed that he would have to share with Yoongi, come nightfall. No, he wasn’t particularly opposed to the idea of sliding into the sheets next to the second-oldest boy, he was just petrified. Ever since meeting the older boy back before their debut, Jimin has been smitten, for lack of a better word.
The first night was uneventful, Jimin had returned back to the room after a night of soaking in the villa’s hot tub with Taehyung and Hoseok while drinking champagne. The room was dark and judging from the shape underneath the covers, Yoongi was already asleep. Leaving a wide space beside him it looked like it would be less awkward than Jimin had thought. Drowsy with the day’s activities and alcohol, Jimin showered and slid into the waiting sheets, falling asleep almost immediately with thoughts of the sand and sea.
Trying to shield his eyes from the invading sunlight, Jimin cursed inwardly for forgetting to close the curtains before he slept the night before. He sneaked a peek underneath his arm and saw that sunlight had filled most of the room, shining on the foot of the bed. Warmth was radiating through his back and he shifted towards it, intending to go back to sleep. He slipped under before he felt something prodding against the small of his back and his mind came back online with a jolt.
oh fuck he thought.
After coming back into the waking world, Jimin realised, to his delight and dismay, that Yoongi was, well, spooning him. There was no easier way to ignore the warm arm around his waist and the small puffs of breath against the nape of his neck.
well, this is awkward as hell Jimin thought as he tried to find a solution. Which was why he thought to flee. Flee before Yoongi woke up and he might get away with pretending nothing happened. He didn’t trust himself (and his traitorous body) not to react when in such close proximity with the older boy he had been in love with for the past 4 years.
Trying desperately not to panic and wake up his sleeping bedmate, Jimin carefully lifts the blanket as he slides himself towards the edge of the bed. He was in the process of standing up and almost escaping successfully when he felt a hand around his wrist, tugging him back. Losing his balance, Jimin fell back on the bed and back in the same position as when he woke up, the only difference being that he was on top of the blanket this time. And Jimin finally allowed himself to really feel what the boy felt like, holding him. The chest he was pulled against was solid and the arm around his waist lean. Everyone had always believed that Yoongi wasn’t much in the strength department. But they were so very wrong. Even at rest, Jimin could feel the wiry strength in the older boy and he knew he couldn’t escape, even if he wanted to.
A few moments in this precarious position, and Jimin was slowly struggling to find reasons to leave. Yoongi was warm and his arms felt like they were made to hold the younger boy. Feeling his eyelids droop, Jimin felt himself fall back into slumber.
And when he woke up again, it was to a sight of 5 pairs of eyes peering at him from the foot for the bed. Jimin was slightly confused at the way they were looking at him, sleepily, he tried to raise his head to ask them to fuck off, but then the arm around his waist tightened, and he remembered.
Oh shit.