A "Little" Surprise

The Darkest Night

There was a beat of silence until Taehyung burst into laughter, his mouth stretching into a wide smile. His laugh was contagious- first Jimin started giggling, then Namjoon was chuckling, Yoongi's lips quirked up in a tired smile, and finally even Jin was laughing.

"Aigoo, I leave you alone for a few hours and you destroy my kitchen!" Jin groaned in faux annoyance. "Between the five of you, you couldn't figure out how to run some soapy water over the dishes? For the love of god, you're grown men! Clean up after yourselves!"

Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jimin all managed to bow their heads while laughing, thoroughly chastised.

"Jungkook and Hobi are lucky." Jimin mumbled, quietly so Jin couldn't hear. "They don't get scolded."

"Oh, they'll hear it from me tomorrow." Jin promised.

Jimin's head snapped up, eyes wide with shock. "How did you hear that?"

"I hear everything." Jin wiggled his eyebrows teasingly, continuing to walk down the hallway towards his room. "Now come on, it's late. Let's sleep."

"You're just going to leave the dishes?" Yoongi asked, sounding vaguely impressed that Jin was neglecting his rule of never leaving dishes unwashed for the second time that week.

Jin looked over his shoulder and smiled deviously. "Yep! Joonie, Jiminie, Hobi, Kook, and TaeTae are going to clean them up tomorrow."

Namjoon, Jimin, and Taehyung groaned in unison. "Hyuuuung~"

Jin ignored their complaints, sashaying briskly ahead and disappearing into his room without another word.

Taehyung started off towards his room with an exaggerated sigh, Namjoon following behind him.

It was just Jimin and Yoongi in the hallway now.

"My room or yours?" The rapper asked, shifting Jimin around until he was holding him like a mother would carry their baby, with the singer's face resting in his neck.

"Yours." Came the muffled response.

Yoongi waddled into his bedroom and set his boyfriend carefully on the bed, taking note of the cashmere sweater and leggings Jimin was wearing. His outfit wasn't fancy, but it definitely wasn't comfortable for sleeping in either. Yoongi turned to get him something to change into, but was stopped by two small hands gripping his shirt tightly.

"Where are you going?" Jimin's voice was fragile.

Yoongi abandoned his quest for pajamas in favor of plopping himself onto the bed beside his lover. "I was going to get you some clothes to wear." He explained, reaching out and pulling the singer close. "You can't tell me you're planning on sleeping in that." He tried to joke.

"M'not tired." Jimin protested.

"You sound pretty tired to me." Yoongi remarked as he began to comb through his dongsaeng's pink locks with his fingers, gently working out any knots.

"Can't sleep when I have so much to say." Jimin slapped his cheek to rouse himself.

Yoongi caught his lover's hand, bringing it to his lips and placing feathery kisses on each of his fingers to stop him from hurting himself. "Don't do that, baby." He chided, not caring that he was being a major hypocrite.

"Sorry." Jimin murmured as his leg began to bounce against the bed, a telltale sign that there was something on his mind but didn't know how to say it.

"Well if you don't want to sleep, I think I know a little something we could do." Yoongi smiled softly, proud that he knew just how to help Jimin find the words to say what was on his mind. He reached onto his nightstand and grabbed his phone, pressing shuffle on his "Jimin" playlist and turning the volume up as loud as it could go.