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It's the after noon and the sunlight filters through the slightly open windows — specks of dust drift through the air— and the white curtains wave calmly with the soft breeze from outside. The air is warm and the ambiance could not be cozier.
Jimin stretches lightly in his position, eyes shut and fists tightening much like the rest of his body as he shuffles a below the sheets and a whiny closed-mouthed noise is ripped from him at his awakening. He feels a careful weight on his head, a hand threading lightly through his hair, fiddling sweetly with the silky locks.
Sighing lazily, he gives himself a couple more seconds to truly settle himself in reality and opens his eyes slowly, blinking a couple of times and adjusting to the light in the room. The hand in his hair stops, sliding down slowly to cup his cheek, thumb fondly caressing it.
"Hey." He hears a deep but sweet rumble, and Jimin replies with a small smile, eyes scrunching lightly and his hand coming up to join the one cradling his face.
"Hey, hyungie." Jimin's own voice is filled with sleep, heavy and raspy, he gulps drily to clear his throat. Yoongi laughs breathily where he lays next to him, hair messy — Jimin knows he probably isn’t in a much better state himself — and a peaceful shine to his eyes gracing his soft features.
Jimin's ear picks up the low, muffled sound of the television, turning his head to peer at it on the wall, where it plays an odd sitcom and he assumes Yoongi must've been awake for a while watching it. "How long've you been awake?"
Yoongi follows Jimin's gaze back to the television, the sound still barely audible. "Not that long." He mumbles, another fond smile blooming on his lips and puffing below his eyes. His hand falls from where it had previously been caressing Jimin's cheek and Jimin takes it as a cue to shuffle closer to him — the rustling of the sheets much too loud.
He lays his head on Yoongi's shoulder, arms messily splayed above his tummy and sighing contentedly once again as Yoongi's arm circles his form around the shoulders, a careful hand smoothing on his back.
Yoongi's attention seems to drift back to the television, eyes focused on the flashing images and Jimin breathes deeply once again, looking at the clock on the bedside table — the red numbers tell him it's 1:27PM and Jimin ponders at them for a few moments.
Huh, I really slept that late , Jimin thinks and it's okay that he did, having stayed awake later than usual to finish work. It's specially okay because today is not just any kind of day. Yoongi and him had been able to free themselves from any responsibility, earning themselves a clear, unplanned day with absolutely nothing to do.
Yoongi blindly reaches for the remote with his free hand, fingers tapping away at the comforter before securely grabbing it and clicking at the buttons to raise the volume. Jimin can now pick up what is being said and Yoongi suddenly laughs a little louder at something Jimin wasn't paying attention to, his body trembling along with the other's chest as small laughs spill from him.
Jimin raises his head lightly, a questioning gaze. "What is it?" He asks curiously as Yoongi's eyes snap back to him, smile still present. "T'was a funny joke."
He nods, prompting Yoongi to keep speaking and raising himself a bit higher, his weight resting comfortably on his elbow. "He said he asked his french friend if he played video games. Y'know what he said?"
The corners of Jimin's lips twitch into a knowing smile, "Yeah?" He asks and Yoongi's smile seems to grow impossibly wider, gums on display. " Wii ."
A second passes where they stare at each other before exploding into laughter, giggles slipping from their lips and Jimin messily rests his forehead against Yoongi's belly, his own shoulders shaking violently at his chuckles. "That was so bad."
Yoongi snorts loudly, sighing audibly and rubbing at his eyes, "Jin-hyung would love that." Jimin makes an agreeing noise, his nose digging on the side of Yoongi's torso and he envelops his arms around his figure.
Behind Jimin's closed eyes, their moment seems to float away in time, his breathing calm and deep. The sounds from the television like white noise as his conscience slips away from him for a handful of seconds.
A cough from Yoongi jolts him — his focus back in their small bedroom —, slowly opening his eyes and his arms squeezing tight around the other's frame. He exhales heavily through his nose, head raising up and searching for the remote. He quickly grabs it away from Yoongi's hand and turns it off.
There's an amused furrow blooming in Yoongi's brows, the corners of his lips twitching and head tilting to the side questioningly. Jimin slowly drags part of his weight on top of Yoongi, positioning them chest to chest and jutting out his bottom lip.
"I want all of your attention today." Jimin mumbles, the previously threatening smile scrunching Yoongi's face up. A small chuckle, and Yoongi's hands drag heavily up Jimin's arms to cup his face.
"Yeah?" He rasps, thumbs caressing the warmly flushed apples of Jimin's cheeks. The other nods affirmatively and Yoongi leans in slowly to plant a small peck on Jimin's waiting lips.
Jimin smiles victoriously as Yoongi leans back, a single chuckle escaping him and an unbelieving shake to his head. The younger sighs once again, laying his head against Yoongi's chest and listening in on the soft thumping of his beating heart — beating solely for him — and a loving warmth ripples through his own, tingling all the way to the tips of his fingers.
A few silent seconds follow, before a hungry sound rumbles loudly from Jimin's stomach and brings the moment to an end. Yoongi exhales longly, "Someone's hungry." He playfully says, leaning up on his elbows, "How 'bout I go get us something to eat. Hmm ?"
" No ..." Jimin mumbles against his chest, his grip around him tightening and rippling a laugh from Yoongi. "C'mon, Jiminie. You need to eat."
He smiles, "It'll be a moment, love." Disentangling himself from a whining Jimin, he quickly shuffles away from the room to fetch them some snacks, leaving behind a pouty Jimin laying in the mess of bedsheets.
Jimin shifts to lie on his back, arms sprawled widely beside him, staring at the ceiling thoughtfully. He breathes deeply — inhaling slowly and exhaling slower —, a wave of calm enveloping him and it's as if his body floats away with his thoughts.
Now that the television noises are no longer, Jimin identifies the sounds from outside, people roaming from place to place on the busy roads, completing chores and Jimin couldn't be more thankful to be able to lay here, on his messy bed and inhaling the soft smell of coffee.
He closes his eyes, peacefully savouring the scent, before quickly rolling onto his side and grabbing the nearest pillow against his chest to hug temporarily before his loving boyfriend comes back to him. With food , he thinks as his stomach complains once again.
Soon enough Yoongi comes back, a full tray of food weighing on his arms. He chuckles at the adorably, pitiful sight of Jimin — clutching cutely at the pillow, hair mussed on top of it and just looking painfully in need of cuddles.
He places the heavy tray on top of the bed as Jimin lets go of the pillow he was holding and makes grabby hands at Yoongi, "Come back to me."
Yoongi laughs again, breathily, and shuffles behind Jimin to prop himself against the headboard. Jimin comfortably wiggles to lay back-to-chest between his legs, pulling the tray closer to himself and fawning over the tasty food in front of him.
"You made all of this so quickly." He remarks, fingers hovering above the tray, unsure what to pick at first. Yoongi leans forward to rest his chin on Jimin's shoulder, hands clasping around his waist, nodding lightly. "My baby was waiting for me, I didn't want to take too long."
Jimin smiles fondly, cheeks ablaze and gazing at him, before grabbing at a slice of apple and pressing it against Yoongi's lips to prevent him from flustering him further. The other opens his mouth and Jimin pops the piece of fruit inside, grabbing another one for himself and chewing away contentedly.
They calmly eat to their heart's content, filling their stomachs with delicious food and warm drinks — courtesy of the loving boyfriend —, a comfortable moment of silence, save for one or another appreciative noise.
After they finish and place the tray aside, they leap back into each other's embrace — laying sideways, Jimin places his head on Yoongi's chest, enveloping their arms securely around each other.
He feels Yoongi shift lightly, running a smooth hand through the hairs on the back of his head and kissing the top of it a couple of times. A pleased exhale, and Jimin noses at his chest, eyes falling shut once again.
A lazy fog clouds his mind in a completely relaxed state, snug against Yoongi's warmth and the contrasting breeze, softly blowing through the curtains and swiping over them. The telltale background noise of cars and the busy crowd outside something far, far away from Jimin's thoughts.
They remain this way for a moment that stretches on and on, uncaring as a clock ticks somewhere in the room.
There's a sudden ding from the table at Jimin's bedside, jolting both of them away from their little bubble. Jimin looks over his shoulder, at the lit up screen of his phone where it lays, making to move away and check it.
However, he's pulled back onto Yoongi's chest, the other holding him tightly between his arms and swaying lightly from side to side and suddenly kissing him breathless, " No, no. I want all of your attention today." Yoongi says and leans back to gaze deeply into Jimin's eyes, a smile stretching over his gums.
Jimin's eyes shine, a failed attempt to contain his smile at the comment and eyes closing slightly. Yoongi holds his face between his hands, carefully — he's holding his whole world after all.
They lean into each other, capturing their lips in a long, lazy kiss. Sighing against each other's mouths, a sweet wet noise as they part and lock gazes once again, the now soft closed-mouthed smiles permanently etched on their faces.
Jimin brings their lips into another quick kiss, shuffling back into their previous position, back into the wave of calm and warmth before the small interruption. He hears, and feels, Yoongi's content smile above him.
He smiles to himself, happily — happy to love Yoongi, to lay with him. Feeling the soft breeze against his skin, erupting in goosebumps and the satisfying drift between dream and reality.
Jimin loves days like these, calm days with no work and no worries, in the comforting, loving embrace of his lover, uncaring of the world outside — or anything else for the time being.
Lazy sundays are Jimin's favourite kind of days.