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Jimin comes home on a Thursday afternoon to a dark and quiet apartment. He's been gone all week- too swamped with exams to be able to visit and thus trapped at his and Tae’s place with the threat of flunking- and now that his schedule is clear, he wants nothing more than to cuddle up with Yoongi on his couch and just chill out.
“Hyung?” He calls through the house, and his voice echoes. He furrows his brow, drops his bag near the door and toes his shoes off. Yoongi doesn’t work today, and Jimin could’ve swore he told him he would be over after his last exam…
The redhead steps into the home and wanders through the living room to the kitchen, eyes scanning the house for any sign of a familiar head of bleached hair. However, there’s no sign of him on the couch, behind the sink, or even out on the balcony. He looks in the bedroom, but it’s just as darkened and empty as the rest of the house. The bathroom door is wide open, lights turned off, and Jimin even checks in the shower, but again, his search comes up fruitless.
“Yoongi-hyung?” he calls again, a little louder this time. The house remains just as quiet, the only audible sound footsteps from the floor above and the dulled bass of EDM music below.
Finally, the boy lets out an exasperated sigh. Grabs his phone from his pocket and unlocks it.
Message to “ ♥ Yoongi ♥” - Sent 3:56pm
where are u?
He waits a moment, does another lap around the house. Settles on the balcony and looks out over the city. In January, there’s a chill to the air that creeps through his sweatshirt, but he makes no motion to go inside. His phone finally buzzes in his hand.
Message from “ ♥ Yoongi ♥" - Sent 4:01pm
in my room???
Jimin rolls his eyes and stomps back inside. He goes back to the bedroom and for the third time, looks around. Yoongi isn’t there, plain and simple. He snaps a photo of the room, capturing everything from the dimmed lights to the open window to the empty bed heaped with covers.
Message to “ ♥ Yoongi ♥” - Sent 4:03pm
no u aren’t??
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Message from “ ♥ Yoongi ♥” - Sent 4:04pm
take another photo jiminie
The boy frowns, visibly confused, but does as Yoongi asks nonetheless. He takes another photo, again with the flash and sends it to the older boy without even opening the file.
Message to “ ♥ Yoongi ♥” - Sent 4:04pm
happy?
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Message from “ ♥ Yoongi ♥” - Sent 4:04pm
look at the photo stupid -_-
He does and for a moment, he’s just as confused as before. At first glance, the room looks the same; right down to the crooked blinds, laundry scattered amongst the floor, and desk riddled with discarded song drafts and paper. Then, Jimin looks to the bed.
With the camera’s flash providing more light than his eyes had been able to see bare from the doorway, he can make out a hand peeking out between the sheets, middle finger raised.
He zooms in on the hand, screenshots it, and opens their conversation back up.
Message to “ ♥ Yoongi ♥” - Sent 4:09pm
oh.
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Message to “ ♥ Yoongi ♥” - Read @ 4:09pm
“Stupid,” comes a muffled response from under the wad of blankets, and a second later, a fluffy head of blond hair peeks out. Yoongi is wearing a bemused grin and must know he looks utterly ridiculous with just his head poking out from his nest, but seems smug nonetheless.
“You’re a jerk,” Jimin teases, walking into the room and flopping onto the bed next to his boyfriend, leaning forward to rub their foreheads together.
“Probably,” the older agrees, “but you suck at finding things. Maybe even worse than Taehyung,” he teases. Jimin shoves playfully at his shoulder, but Yoongi just laughs and unravels himself from his burrow. Slings an arm around Jimin’s shoulder and pulls him down into the mass of blankets.
“Why do you even have all of these?” he asks, settling down to wrap himself around the blond, tucking him into his chest. His hair tickles at Jimin’s chin, but the younger doesn’t seem to mind much.
“Missed my human heater,” the other yawns, snuggling closer to the warm body he’s apparently been missing so much. “That was the closest thing I could do when you weren’t available.”
Jimin’s heart flutters and he presses a kiss into Yoongi’s hair, who hums contentedly. Jimin loves it when they’re alone like this, when there’s no one for Yoongi to try and impress with his tough guy act; just him and his boyfriend and affection all out in the open.
“‘m here now,” he breathes and the man twists around to look at the redhead holding him tight. He studies Jimin for a minute and if it was anyone else, he’d probably feel uncomfortable. Not with Yoongi, though.
The older simply admires his boyfriend for a moment, before his lips pucker childishly and he looks up expectantly. Jimin laughs, and presses a kiss to his lips.
“Good. Now take a nap with me,” he demands, rolling back over and hugging Jimin’s arm like a teddy bear. “Maybe I’ll pay you back when we wake up…”
The younger laughs heartily, “I’ll hold you to that.”
And for the first time in weeks, Jimin lets himself relax.