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Mornings, have always been deemed Yoongi's biggest enemy. Leaving the warmth and comfort of the bed he shared with his husband had always, a disappointing affair. The moment his feet hit the cold wooden floors, a sense of dread instantly finding him. But he does it, for his husband --- because without Yoongi, he's almost sure Jimin would to put pants on, before he left their apartment.
Shuffling out of their bedroom, he finds Jimin sitting at the table, stuffing a spoonful of cereal into his mouth, while he happily stared down at his phone. Walking over, Yoongi sits across from his husband, eyeing him. “It’s too early to have a stupid grin like that.”
Looking up, that stupid grin remains on Jimin’s lips. “Hyung, Jin uploaded the cutest picture!” He beams, turning his phone over to show his husband. It’s a peaceful phote. Namjoon and Jin’s son passed out, on Namjoon’s chest. Yoongi cracks a smile. He couldn’t wait to have moments like that, he could wait for the sleepless nights, however.
“They do have one cute kid.” Yoongi leans back in his chair. Now he’s just picturing Jiming asleep, holding their own baby to his chest. God, he couldn’t wait.
“The cutest! I hope our child will be just as cute.” Jimin hums, putting his phone down. “Hyung, you have your meeting with the adoption center today, right?”
Right, that. Yoongi yawns nodding his head. “Yeah, that’s why I took off today, remember? And, then tomorrow it’s your turn.”
“I wish, we could just do it together.” Jimin sighs. Yoongi wishes the same thing, maybe he wouldn’t feel as nervous about it. Yoongi just bites his lower lip, nodding his head.
“They just want to get to know us individually, before we move onto the next step of the process.” It was a long process, but by the end of it all Yoongi knew it would be worth it. “Let’s just hope, it all goes by quickly.”
Jimin nods, as his spoon digs back down into his bowel and shoves another spoonful inside his mouth.
They talk about their impeding adoption, till Jimin finishes with his cereal. Getting up, Yoongi watches him, place the bowl into the sink before commenting. “At least you remembered to wear pants today.”
”Hyung!” Jimin frowns, giving a pointed look. “Please don’t remind me about that, it was so embarrassing!” He can’t forget the mortified feeling he felt, when Yoongi informed him, he was about to walk out the door, without pants. “You should have told me about it sooner.”
A shrug. “Thought you knew. Least I told you, before you walked out of the apartment and scared the living daylights out of that old lady down stairs, who always waters the plants.”
”If it wasn’t for her, would you have told me?”
”Probably not.”
“Wow, rude. I should punish you for that answer, ” there is a smirk on his lips now. Yoongi simply turns his head.
“Good thing there is no time for that now.” Yoongi hums, “you gotta get heading out the door.” He points toward the clock and recieves a sigh from Jimin.
”I’ll punish you tonight,” he says. It’s a promise, Yoongi knows there is no getting out of it. “You should wear that new.. gem I bought, to you know... prepare yourself.” Yoongi rolls his eyes, getting up and walking towards his husband, before arms wrap around his neck.
”Promise to wear it after my interview,” he presses his lips to his husbands cheek. “Now you need to get going, can’t have you being late.” He murmurs against, Jimin’s cheek.
A gentle hand, placed under Yoongi’s chin, as Jimin brings their lips together. “Don’t wanna go.”
“But you gotta.”
“I know. I know.” There is another kiss, before he pulls away. “I’ll miss you today.”
” I’ll miss you too, Jimmine.”
Pulling away, he presses a kiss to his husband cheek, before turning, a sad smile dawning his lips. Jimin nor Yoongi couldn’t wait to have a day off together, to spend all day alone in bed together. Hopefully, Saturday would be their lucky day.
”Oh, Jimin, your forgetting something!” Yoongi calls, before Jimin could step out the door. He looks down, making sure he for sure hand his pants on. He did, thank god.
Turning, Jimin looks at his husband brows raised. What could he of forgot? He blinks at his husband. “Did I forget to ki—wait I did kiss you. What is it?” Yoongi holds up Jimin’s keys and wallet. “These.”