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It was no secret that Jimin thrived off attention and affection. The members knew that as well as the fans knew, maybe even better. They never hesitated to indulge their smallest member in his antics. As Taehyung and Hoseok were quite touchy members as well, you’d often find them clinging to each other at all times and situations. Even the more reserved Jeongguk joined the cuddle piles during movie night or for a well earned nap in the afternoon. The members were also generous with praise and compliments. Namjoon especially could never keep quiet whenever Jimin did something cute. And Seokjin, well, praise from him felt always special, as he was really handsome. Seokjin also always reminded him to eat well, and it felt good to be cared for like this.
But even with all this attention and affection, there were times when he needed something… different. When it felt suffocating in the wrong way. Don’t get me wrong, Jimin loved being drowned in affection. But sometimes he needed something else.
And those were the times when he would slip away and visit the genius lab. Yoongi, resident genius and master rapper, was the go to when you really needed to calm down and seek some silent comfort. He had a quiet kind of caring for you, one that would go unnoticed if you didn’t know him as well as they all did. Also, even with all the attitude and swagger vibes, he was literally just a soft grumpy cat. A grumpy cat that loved soft blankets and pillows. Nothing was as calming and comforting than being wrapped up in soft blankets. Snuggled together and listening to the deep and soothing voice of Yoongi, when he would talk in that slow and low voice, that rumbled in his chest.
Yoongi also had very good snacks hidden away in his studio. After one too many all nighters spent in the small space, missing dinner at the dorms and surviving on coffee alone, the hyungs had stepped in. Had made him promise to always have at least a stash of snacks stored away. Seokjin had been worried, and Namjoon, as a fellow producer, knew all too well how easy it was to lose track of time when producing. He knew how Yoongi could get, since he had lived with him for the longest time out of all of them. Hoseok had noticed that Yoongi lacked energy during dance practice and that he got even slimmer than he already was, so he stepped in too. Since then, they would take him with them for grocery shopping, or Namjoon and Hoseok would drop by with Takeout when they were in their studios too.
It wasn’t clear if the younger members had noticed what had happened. But if it just so happened that Jeoungguk asked a bit more often for Yoongi-hyung to go out for lamb skewers, or if Taehyung became a little more insistent in spending time with his Daegu-hyung, then that was just fine.
Currently, Jimin was on his way to the coffee shop close by. He had left the dorm in a thick jacket and bundled up in 3 scarves and a woolen beanie, for once less to avoid being recognized, and more to hide from the harsh snowy wind outside. He had spent the morning in dance practice with Hoseok-hyung and afterwards played games with Taehyung and Jeongguk, until it became too competitive and game focused for his tastes. He left for the kitchen, hoping on finding a few snacks, or Jin-hyung, or very well both, but found neither. Upon further research, he found out that Jin-hyung as well as Namjoon-hyung went out for coffee and groceries, and wouldn’t be back until early evening. Hoseok-hyung was either still in the dance studio or with Donghyuk-hyung working on the approaching release of his mixtape. And Yoongi-hyung had announced that he would be spending the day working in his studio…
In the end, Jimin had gone for the only sensible choice. He got coffee and left in direction of Yoongis studio, despite the thick snowflakes falling. Which brought him to his current predicament. Freezing, in front of the studio door. Even though he was already inside, he was still feeling cold, he should’ve taken a cab or the bus or anything really, instead of walking the whole way. Which was also what Yoongi-hyung told him, scolding him for his carelessness once his eyes fell upon his wet and shivering form.
Well, atleast Yoongi was prepared, as he spent a lot of time in his studio. Without further hesitation, he brought Jimin inside, plucked the coffee out of his hands and put him on the small couch in between all the pillows and a few plushies. All the while muttering under his breath that he should take more care of himself. One of the plushies fell from the now crowded space and he picked it up, pressing it in his hands and Jimin felt as if the little beaded eyes were scolding him as well.
A moment later, a pair of leggings and a dark hoody were held his way. Feeling more than grateful, he changed into the warm and dry clothes, relishing in the fact that Yoongi-hyung preferred soft and comfortable colthing while working. Large and oversized sweaters that let him drown in the fabric and soft stretchy leggings (he wouldn’t have fit into the skinny jeans that the …petite rapper was sporting usually. Really, it wasn’t fair that Jimin was called the smallest member when Yoongi was literally just one centimeter taller and had a way smaller frame than him. Actually, he should eat more as he was the lightest of them all). Satisfied, he sank back into the pillows, not minding the plushies one bit. He plucked a cooky plushie from the pile and hugged it to his chest. He really wasn’t surprised that Yoongi-hyung had all of their BT21 plushies.
However, he was surprised when Yoongi, instead of joining him on the couch, just gave him his cup of coffee, and with a mumbled “thanks for the coffee, jiminie“ and went back to work. For a moment, he’s too baffled to say anything. Then, he pouts. But he stays quiet, because he knows Yoongi-hyung takes his work seriously. Well. He stays quiet for exactly as long as it takes to snuggle back into the cushions of the couch and finish his coffee in little sips, until he’s all warmed up again. Then, he’s less quiet.
Not that he’s loud per se. No, at first it’s just a little sigh here and there, a bit of shuffling around on the couch, an annoyed little huff when he can’t get as comfortable as he wants to be. But Yoongi doesn’t react. He just keeps tinkering with his computer and all the fancy little devices to work his magic. Jimin is irritated. He wants Yoongi-hyung to be able to finish his work, because he promised he’d be back early enough to eat a late dinner with everyone. But he also wants attention and everyone else is too busy and he just wants to relax and calm down. His wants are conflicting and it stresses him out.
He gets up and tiptoes behind Yoongi, leaning over his shoulder: “Hyuuung, what are you doing?“
“Work“ Yoongi-hyungs answer is curt, he doesn’t even look up, he must be very busy. Maybe if he helps, he will finish earlier? He slinks around, facing the older and puts his hand on his arm.
“Can I help?“ he asks in his sweetest voice and bats his eyes for good measure. Yoongi sighs and looks away. “Not now, Jimin-ah.“ (What Jimin doesn’t see, is the smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and the amused glint in his eyes at the youngers adorable behavior) “Please let me work in peace.“
With a huff, Jimin returns to the couch, pouty lips in full force and proceeds to entertain himself by playing with the plushies. Arranging them in a way that makes all of them fit comfortable on the couch and around himself. But that can only keeps him occupied for so long until he gets bored.
Jimin rolls on his belly and opens his phone, mindlessly thumbing through the apps, checking twitter, playing games. After failing for the fourth time at BTS Superstar because of Yoongis rap part, he throws one of the pillows at the rappers head in frustration and curses. Only slightly irritated, Yoongi picks up Mang, dusts the little horse off and gives it a pat that cannot be described as anything but loving. With an almost apologetic smile, he puts the pillow on his desk next to the screen, before lightly scolding Jimin for the disrespect shown to an innocent plushie.
Yes, Jimin is definitely not surprised that Yoongi had all the bt21 plushies and pillows.
There’s a message in their kakao talk, from Jin-hyung, asking if anyone needs something while they’re in the store. Taehyung wants strawberry pocky, Jeongguk banana milk. Hoseok-hyung asks for matcha kitkats. Nothing out of the ordinary. He is mulling over what he wants, when something lands right on top of the screen and makes him accidently send a mishmash of jumbled letters. The something turns out to be a bag of fruit gums, but when he looks up chirping a delighted: „Thank you Hyung“, Yoongi is sitting like nothing happened, only mumbles something that sounds like a „You’re welcome“.
With an exasperated sigh at the tsundere behaviour his hyung is displaying, he opens the bag of sweets and fishes a pear out of the bag. Popping the green little gum into his mouth, he decides to divide the fruits after their kinds. Intently focused on sorting all the fruits in tiny piles, he misses the fond look Yoongi gives him over his shoulder, before he turns around again to continue working. He isn’t really doing anything that important, just playing around with a couple of beats and melodies, and some snippets of lyrics that he had scribbled on a napkin during lunch a couple days ago.
He could just get up and join Jimin on the couch, but it’s more fun to tease him a bit. And he didn’t want him to get used to everyone dropping everything the second he was feeling needy. Someone had to be the responsible hyung in this group. (Not that Yoongi wasn’t completely weakhearted and soft towards their 3 youngest members, letting them get away with almost anything, but shush, we’re not talking about that)
Jimin had successfully finished in sorting the fruits and already obliterated most of the pears, and was halfway through the oranges, when he got restless again. He got up, the sorted fruits carefully balanced on the bag and approached Yoongi in, what he thought, was a nonchalant sauntering (but it was really hard to saunter in a nonchalant way when your sleeves were way too long to get a good grip and you had to balance something and your collar keeps slipping but oh well, he tried).
„Good afternoon, honourable Min Yoongi-ssi“ he says with a ridiculous accent and bowes with great flourish, almost dropping his sweets in the process „may I interest you in some delicious fruits? Only the best of the harvest, sweet and ripe and of the finest quality!“ He presents his „fruits“, the neat little piles now a bit thrown around.
For a second, Yoongi just looks at the younger, the mischievous glint in his eyes contrasting his innocent smile.
Then, he just sighs and shakes his head, before ordering a pound of cherries of the finest quality and a bundle of ripe bananas delivered to his apartment, in the best „important customer voice“ he can think of. (which is his own, because he likes to think he is fairly important). Jimin just laughs and takes a cherry, bringing it to the elders lips, and says: „Ding Dong! Delivery for Min Yoongi-ssi! Please open up!“
Now, even Yoongi can‘t help but laugh at the youngers ridiculous antics, and promptly chokes on the candy, as Jimin doesn‘t hesitate to throw the cherry with probably a little too much enthusiasm right into Yoongis mouth. Coughing hard, he’s too focused on trying not to die to notice Jimins frantic rubbing up and down his back and the rush of the apologies spilling from his lips. With watering eyes, he smiles at the very remorseful looking boy. „Great quality fruits you have there, good sir“ he says with a lopsided grin and a rough voice „it literally took my breath away“.
They stare at each other. Then, Jimin starts giggling and Yoongi smiles his gummy smile. When they calm down again, Jimin looks at Yoongi and says quiet, but sincere: „Im really sorry though hyung.“ Yoongi just smiles softly and takes Jimins hand. „It’s alright Jimin-ah. Just be more careful with the others.“
„Really? You still want the others?“ Jimin asks surprised.
„Of course“ Yoongi answers, rolling back with his chair and turning towards Jimin: „I did order a pound of grade A cherries.“
„You did“ Jimin answers, carefully climbing onto the others lap. „But you didn’t pay for them yet, though.“
Yoongi smirks and puts his hands on the others hips, to keep him from slipping off. „I didn’t.“ he agrees, and leans in „how about…“ his breath tickles Jimins face „for each cherry you give me“ his gaze moves lower „I give you a kiss?“ he looks up again and a playful light catches in his eyes.
„But of course, Min Yoongi-ssi“ Jimin breathes and leans in „The customer is always right, after all.“
He softly brushes his lips against the elders and mutters „one“. before reaching back to the desk to get another cherry. He holds the dark red gummy against Yoongis lips, smiling when the other opens up without hesitation. He goes in for a soft peck, and Yoongi counts „two“. The next cherry is taken from Jimins fingers before he can even hold it up properly, and Yoongi surges in for a kiss not even a second after.
The next few cherries are eaten in a similar fashion, until things spice up when Yoongi decides the cherries aren't enough and just takes Jimin’s finger right in, gently sucking on the digit before releasing it again. Jimin takes up on licking the sticky sweetness off Yoongis lips. It becomes a little messy, but neither of them really mind. It’s only a short step for Jimin to deliver the next fruit gummy with his lips instead.
When they’re down to one cherry, Jimin pulls away a bit, a string of saliva connecting their lips. Under Yoongis hooded gaze, he takes the last cherry, places it in his mouth, and connects their lips again. The cherry is swapped between them multiple times and when they realize it’s long gone, they’ve been kissing for probably a small eternity.
When they seperate, they’re both flushed quite red and if Yoongis hands are holding onto Jimins hips much firmer than to begin with, then Jimin isn’t complaining, as his hands are fisted in the others shirt. Their breathing is a little labored, but they’re smiling.
„So…“ Jimin drawls, hands releasing their tight grip on Yoongis shirt, instead starting to trail down the others chest slowly, stopping right above the obvious bulge forming in his jeans „I remember an order of a bundle of the finest bananas…“
A squeeze.
Yoongis hands on his hips tighten.
„Let’s talk about prices, honorable Min Yoongi-ssi.“
Fin