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1.
Min Yoongi trudged through the door disregarding everyone and shuffling down the hall for the bathroom feeling more like a zombie than ever before. His limbs were tired and his eyes burned. Once he looked in the mirror he could see how pink they were around the edges and he wanted nothing more than to fall face first into his bed and sleep for a few days or at least a few hours. He was already at the point of practically sleep walking so no one could really blame him if he made a right instead of a left into the closest room and fell asleep face first in the nearest bunk to the door. He didn’t even have the energy to question where his kumamon plushy was. Instead his body fell into a restful sleep that he hoped he would wake up from for a very very long time.
Yoongi was however woken up what felt like not even an hour later by a gentle hand pushing at his shoulder hesitantly. There was a huff from the bunk across from him as he cracks his eye open to glare sharply at none other than a dead on his feet Park Jimin.
“What?”
“Um…hyung you’re in my bed…” Yoongi glances around and realizes he must have taken a wrong turn when he finally came in but the younger boy did not seem as angry as what Yoongi would have been had someone fell asleep in his bed after a long day of practicing. Jimin had left well before him and had not been home when he returned meaning the boy was practicing all day. “Go back to sleep hyung…y-you need it. I’m sorry for waking you.”
Yoongi watches as the boy moves to leave and his fingers grasp Jimin’s wrist tightly without his realizing it and he tugs lightly to pull the boy toward the bed. For anyone else it would be a tight squeeze but they were both so damn small (Jin always tried to feed them extra to ‘grow’ a little) so it was actually pretty comfortable once Jimin settles in. It almost felt like hugging his giant teddy just warmer and he could feel a rapid heartbeat just below his fingers.
“Goodnight hyung.”
And with that Jimin was pressing his nose into Yoongi’s collar and falling asleep instantly. If Yoongi fell asleep with an indulgent smile no one was any wiser.
2.
The second time Yoongi fell asleep in Jimin’s bed was when he was writing out his journal entry in the younger boys’ rooms and laid out on the nearest bed with a huff. He had meant to only rest for a few moments before going to his room to work for a few hours but a few moments turned into Jimin shuffling him sleepily up the bed and then tucking them both in before curling around the older man. His lips form words Yoongi isn’t sure he hears properly and can’t quite remember in the morning but his cheeks flush at the vivid memory of Jimin pressing a shy kiss to his cheek before nosing once more into his collar bone. Yoongi does remember how warm it was when he woke up as opposed to the terrible chill he got normally. He remembers waking up to warm arms wrapped protectively around his head but a snug little nose in his collar bone and all felt right in the world. And if he basked in that warmth for a few moments before returning the kiss from the night before with one to Jimin’s hair then no one would be any wiser.
3.
Okay, so maybe the third time Yoongi ended up in Jimin’s bed was not an accident more so than it was him sneaking in when everyone else was watching a movie trying to get their minds off of their hospitalized member. Maybe Yoongi was the one handling it the worse and maybe everyone had been keeping too close of eyes on him and knew exactly where he had retreated to. Maybe Yoongi cried when his face fell into the cold sheets and a cloud of Jimin strong apple scent from his body wash and the underlying scent that was just so Jimin assaulted his nose. Maybe he ended up curled in a small ball hugging the younger’s plushy to his chest and pretending for a moment that it sort of fit into his collar like the younger did whenever they ended up sleeping together. The only problem was that when Yoongi woke up it wasn’t to arms caging his head of a nose tickling his skin. It was not to unbearable warmth radiating around him (that was completely welcome thank you).
Instead of falling asleep wrapped up in the body of an equally small boy in the small bed fit for one, Yoongi wakes up cold and wrapped up in blankets with a plushy that smells like the younger and eyes drier than the Sahara and puffier than a blow fish. If Yoongi slipped a sweater on that didn’t belong to him and joined the rest of the members in vocal practice then no one said anything. Of course they all knew (Yoongi would be stupid to think they didn’t considering it said the boy’s name) but it was the last sweater Jimin wore and it smelled so cleanly of Jimin that it made the fear settle long enough that Yoongi could breathe.
4.
The fourth time Yoongi slipped into Jimin’s bed it was the middle of the day on break a few weeks after Jimin came back from his visit to the hospital. It was the middle of the day and everyone watched him get up from the sofa he had been trying to nap on and disappear into the sunshine lines room with a decided purpose. Jimin doesn’t say much as Yoongi pulls his laptop from his lap and shuts it before placing it to the side. He doesn’t say anything when Yoongi pushes him back and opens his arms before shuffling tiredly into those warm arms like they didn’t belong to another human being. Jimin does however giggle when Yoongi’s hands find the back of his head and push it down softly until Jimin’s nose is bumping his collar bone and he can feel every inch of the younger body wrapped around him properly.
“Sleep…it is nap time.”
“Okay hyung.”
Jimin giggles again but shuffles a little to get comfortable and presses a few butterfly kisses to Yoongi’s exposed collarbone. Yoongi can feel the flutter of Jimin’s lashes, the exhale of his breathe, and especially the warmth of his body on his skin and it feels like home. “I missed you Jiminie.” It was on the tip of his tongue to ask him to never leave the dorms again to make him promise to take better care of himself but he bites his tongue when the younger pulls Yoongi just a little tighter to him and takes a deep lungful of his scent.
“I’m never leaving again hyung.”
1.
Park Jimin could not sleep. His bed was cold and felt far too big without the other body that wrapped around him like an octopus (just with not as many limbs). He knew Yoongi was avoiding him and if he was being honest it hurt a little but he understood after overhearing Jin and Namjoon talking quietly earlier that day. They sounded guilty and Jimin understood that they had confronted Yoongi about his supposed feelings for Jimin and told him to stop playing with the younger boy. Jimin knew he was sensitive but Yoongi was nothing if not real with Jimin. He was always honest and showed Jimin the entirety of himself just not with his words. They weren’t good with words (mostly Yoongi wasn’t but Jimin liked the way Yoongi did things).
Now he was lying awake in the middle of the night wondering if Yoongi would ever sneak into his room and curl up with him like he had so many times already that Jimin lost count after the fourth time. No Yoongi probably wouldn’t because ‘Minie is sensitive and easily hurt’ and Yoongi definitely wouldn’t ever want to hurt Jimin. Yoongi loved Jimin and though he had never confessed he didn’t need to because Jimin just knew. Jimin had hoped the older blond would know in the same heartbeat that Jimin loved him back but maybe he needed convincing.
“Min where are you going?”
“Go back to sleep hyung.”
Hobi rolls over and Jimin snorts because he wouldn’t remember what he even said in the morning. Once Tae and Jimin had tricked him into a full conversation about how horses and dolphins had a tragic love for one another but couldn’t be together and he didn’t remember a thing the next morning. Tae was out like a light after a long day of practicing with Jungkook, who never went easy on his hyung, so Jimin really didn’t have to worry about anyone wondering where he ran off to.
Jimin slips down the hall thankful for the lithe feet of a dancer and his little form which make it so incredibly easy to sneak around without making a sound. Yoongi’s door doesn’t even creak as it swings open and closed under Jimin’s careful hands. Yoongi’s eyes are wide where he’s sitting on his bed with his lyric book open in his hand. His eyes follow Jimin’s path toward his bed and his mouth drops open when Jimin pulls the notebook from his loose fingers. Jimin snaps it shut with finality and plucks the pen from between the pair of pinked lips that had been worrying at it. Settling them both on the bedside table Jimin pulls the string on the bedside lamp and doesn’t really wait for Yoongi’s eyes to adjust. “You’ve been avoiding me hyung.” Those were all the words Yoongi heard and when his eyes finally adjusted Jimin’s petite hands were drawing both of his up off his lap. Jimin was straddling his lap on his knees and he gingerly brought Yoongi’s hand to his hips before pressing a hand into his shoulder and urging him to lay back. “I don’t like it. You shouldn't ignore the people that love you hyung.” Yoongi unfolds his legs and his eyes trace what he can see of Jimin’s face as the younger drops down onto him lithely and wraps around him contently. His fingers tug Yoongi until he’s lying on his side like he likes to sleep and Jimin then, finally, wraps around him properly like it hadn’t been two weeks since they slept like this.
“Jiminie…”
“No.” Jimin bites harshly at Yoongi’s shoulder causing the older to hiss in pain before gasping in shock when a kittenish lick and nuzzle sooths the irritated skin easily. “Don’t ever do that again hyung. I-I can’t sleep when you’re not here.” Jimin feels Yoongi’s chest raise as a deep breath enters his lungs and he relishes in the rhythm that he had grown so accustomed to in the past few months. His sleepy eyes flutter closed as he breathes in the comforting scent of left over cologne and a musk that belongs just to Yoongi deep into his lungs. His fine blond hair feels so silky where Jimin’s fingers toy at it and even the shaved sides and back are silken to the touch. Most of all Jimin likes the once foreign warmth pressed into his hips where the heavy weight of Yoongi’s arms are holding him loosely but comfortingly; not too tight but tight enough. He loved the feeling of not being able to tell where his legs begin and Yoongi’s end.
“Jiminie…I…”
“I know hyung.”
The room falls silent and Jimin wonders if maybe Yoongi fell asleep or if he had said the wrong thing. He didn’t think he read the conversation wrong but sometimes it happens and it was hard when they never really talked about things. They worked better by feeling things out but obviously someone made Yoongi question his own beliefs because he obviously didn’t think Jimin returned the sentiments.
“Yeah?”
Yoongi’s voice is hesitant, almost like he doesn’t want to break the stillness that had settled in the air or like he wasn’t really sure what to say anymore. Either way Jimin wasn’t going to let him ponder words that could so easily be confused. With them words didn’t really work it made things worse. With them it was about the actions because words could mean many different things in many different situations but actions; actions could speak the same thing every time.
So, Jimin tilts his chin up and meets Yoongi’s warm gaze for a few telling moments before pressing a fluttering butterfly kiss his pink lips. It was just a hesitant peck but it spoke so much to them both because no matter how short as soon as Jimin’s plush lips pressed into Yoongi’s the elder’s lips returned the pressure without hesitancy. His fingers squeezed just once at Jimin’s hips to draw him ever so slightly closer and his breath tingled over Jimin’s parted lips when they parted like a ghost of a kiss that just couldn’t stay away.
“Yeah. You know too, right?”
“Yeah I do.”