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jimin wakes up slowly, surrounded by warmth as he blinks his eyes open. a quick glance at the window tells him the sun isn’t up yet, so he still has a few hours left in bed. the remnants of a dream bordering on nightmare he’d been having about checking his grades fade away as he registers the quilt over him, the dryness of his throat, the humming of the heater in the hallway. he’s not sure what awakened him, but his mind is well out of the murk of sleep now, so he moves to get comfortable.
the arm around him is like a deadweight as he carefully lifts it off himself before wiggling around. taehyung is still sound asleep, if his tiny little snores and the drool coming from the corner of his open mouth are anything to go by. jimin had been asleep when tae had gotten back from his studio late last night, and jimin has had morning classes for the last few days, so he hasn’t properly seen his boyfriend in a while. he squints to find the little mole on taehyung’s nose and presses a little kiss to it, knowing taehyung sleeps like the dead, before carefully sliding off the bed.
he uses the bathroom, and then wanders to the kitchen of their little apartment for something to drink. the night is unexpectedly quiet for seoul’s university district, students chased in to buildings by the frigid air and the sidewalks slippery with the first quick-melting snow. jimin gets his water and leans by the sink, pulling out his phone to mindlessly scroll through twitter. a cat yowls somewhere in the distance; yeontan shifts in his sleep in his bed by the heater, little legs kicking as he dreams. jimin thinks he feels his soul settle, into a quietness that it hasn’t had in a few weeks between classes and practice and socializing, a little weary of so much movement. he sets down his phone and wanders to the window, looking out at the empty road. the sky is clear, but more snow is on the forecast for tomorrow.
soft footsteps pad behind him, and he turns to see a sleepy taehyung at the bedroom door, bundled in an old sweater and boxers. wordlessly, he holds his arms out, and jimin crosses the room to him quickly, wrapping his arms around the taller boy and resting his chin on his shoulder. he feels taehyung relax into him and allows himself to just stand there, holding the other for a few heartbeats.
taehyung shifts to press his cold nose into jimin’s neck. “’m cold,” he mumbles, “why’d you leave the bed.”
“needed water,” jimin answers. “and if you’re cold, wear actual pants and socks, dummy.”
“mm. don’t want socks.” he tugs at jimin’s sleep shirt. “want you.”
“you’re going to catch a cold if you walk around the house without socks on, tae,” jimin sighs, equally exasperated and fond, as he turns to walk both of them back into the bedroom. he sets taehyung down on the bed, and taehyung immediately crawls up towards his pillow, ignoring the comforter altogether, his eyes shut the whole time.
it’s not the first time jimin’s thought about how lucky he is to be this boy’s best friend and soulmate, but as he watches taehyung dozing, his heart clenches and he’s reminded of that fact all over again. taehyung’s lips pucker in a little pout and his arms are outstretched, waiting for jimin to climb in so he can hug him to sleep. he cracks one eye open and makes grabby hands for jimin, so jimin shuts the bedroom door and comes back to bed. he tugs the comforter out from under taehyung and tucks it in around him carefully, smoothing it out until he’s satisfied taehyung won’t get cold. taehyung lifts his head to watch jimin take care of him, raising the comforter with one arm when’s he’s done so jimin can get under too.
jimin snuggles up to him and lets taehyung put his arm around him again, holding him close. he sees the little mole and can’t resist the urge to kiss it again, so he does, touching his lips to taehyung’s nose quickly. at this, taehyung lets out a breath and opens his eyes, looking down at jimin with a tiny smile in his eyes. his hand slides up to work through jimin’s hair on the back of his head, and it feels like peace. the cold tickles at the edge of jimin’s senses but is dispelled by the warmth of taehyung’s lips on his as he leans down to kiss jimin chastely. it feels like home; it feels like love, and it feels like forever.
jimin breaks the kiss after a while. “sleep, baby. you got in late last night,” he whispers, and taehyung goes, tucking his face into jimin’s chest after one last peck.
jimin holds him close, lets his eyes fall shut, and dreams.