.seesaw. || yoonmin story

.nine.

Yoongi's POV

I stayed by Jimin's side as much as I could. He was recovering quickly, which made me happy. We grew a lot closer as we talked all day. The other members visited every day too. I, however, was dedicated to staying with Jimin at all times, so I basically lived with him in that hospital room, sleeping on a bed next to him. Hell, I would sleep on the floor if I had to, just to be near him.

I tried to make him laugh a lot to help him forget about the pain he was in.
We had to postpone some of our concerts because of what happened. We didn't exactly reveal to the public what had happened to Jimin. The fans understood us though, and sent a lot of sweet messages to Jimin. I would read them to him sometimes and his mood always seemed to improve afterwards.
One time, I stole...well, "stole" his jams and he chased me around the room like a crazy person. By "jams" I mean a tiny packet of actual strawberry jam that Jimin loved to put on his toast that I'd buy for him, as hospital food tasted so "interesting" that it was unedible.

"I got your jams, Jimin!" I said as I snatched it from his hands, showing off my villain laugh (my villain laugh was so good that all the villains in the neighborhood were jealous).
He, however, wouldn't give it up without a fight.
"Oh, you wish! Give it back this instant!" he giggled as he got out of bed and began to chase me. I waited for him to get close and then jumped out of the way so that he wouldn't get near me. I was having a blast. After a while, he caught my arm so I wouldn't flee again. I brought my other arm with a jam in it as high up as I could, so that he couldn't reach it. He pressed his body to mine and used it to support himself as he got on his tippy-toes, trying to reach for my closed fist. Our faces got inevitably close as well.

"Nah, Jimin. No jams for you, I'm sorry." I laughed, teasing him.
"Yes jams for me! You thief, give me your fist!" Jimin giggled.
"Ohh, kinky!", I smirked
Jimin gave me a fake disgusted expression.
"You perv! Not what I ment!" he said and punched my chest lightly. I laughed out loud.
But then, my laugh evaporated slowly as I began to be immersed in Jimin's facial features. I hadn't seen him from this up close for a while, so I forgot how sharp they looked. His eyes were shaped like crescent moons as he was giggling, telling me to put my hand down. His smile showed off his perfectly straight white teeth and his jaw was perfectly sharp. He had clear skin that seemed to almost glow. His hair looked as soft and pretty as he was.
"Jiminie...", I said slowly.
Jimin looked at me, still giddy.
"You...you're...", for some reason, my words got stuck in my throat. Before I could get them out, the door opened and in walked the rest of Bangtan.
Jimin didn't notice and he was still trying to reach for my hand.
"...You're shorter than me. Of course you can't reach my jams.", I smirked. Yoongi, you were just diagnosed with being a goddamn coward.
"Hey! That's not true! I'm like, one centimeter taller than you!" , Jimin pouted, which I found utterly adorable. I chuckled.
"Hey guys!", Hobi greeted us, "What are you doing?", he laughed.
"Yoongi stole my jam!" Jimin said, pouting, but he immedietly ran to the door to greet everyone. My arm fell down. Instantly, I kind of missed Jimin's body heat, however weird that sounds.
But, I pulled myself together and joined the group.
"So, Yoongi, how's sleeping on the floor?" Jin laughed.
"They actually gave me this bed next to Jimin.", I said proudly, puffing out my chest.
"Ohh. What did you do to recieve such a grand gesture?", Jin teased me on, his wiper laugh wiping the windows in the whole room.
"I used my jams on them. Since, you know, I have jams. Unlike some unfortunate people.", I smirked, giving a look to Jimin.
He heard me and pouted again.
"Oh, you DID NOT just say that!", he pointed an insulting finger at me. Everyone laughed at that.
"I see that everything is as it should be, considering that you guys act like an old married couple." Namjoon smiled. I shivered at the thought of marrying Jimin.
"Jimin, will you be my wedded, jamless wife?", I asked dramatically, falling on one knee and offering the packet of jam instead of a wedding ring. Jimin's mouth fell down, his eyebrows furrowing in pure shock.
I smirked when everyone bursted out laughing.
"Oh, Yoongi! This is all so sudden! You still need to witness my parents!" Jimin gasped, putting his hand on his forehead in an overdramatic manner. Another eruption of laughter happened.
"Dammit wife, bring the documents!", I smashed my fist against the floor, grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to me, but Jimin the Jamless fell over, of course. And he fell in such a way that he somehow ended up in my arms.
This had caused the other members to nearly roll on the floor, since me and Jimin were an unbeatable comedic duo. And I was a comedic genius on top of that, of course, so no wonder that the members cried laughed as if posessed.
I puffed out my chest again, proud of my incredible acting skills.
Jimin was giggling in my arms, clearly still processing the events of the last few minutes.
Damn. I was so proud of my swag self in that moment.

I was already picturing me and Jimin having a child and calling it "Lil Swag" or something. Lil because Jimin was, well, little, and Swag because I had nothing but swag in my veins. I almost teared up at the thought, putting my hand on my chest proudly.

Jimin fell out of my arms on the floor as he suddenly fell into a fit of laughter.
"Stop wiping the floor, wife! That's what Jin's laugh is for!" I scolded him jokingly. I collected my jamless wife off the floor and helped him up on his legs.
Everyone was still laughing with tears in their eyes.
After that, we hung out for a bit with the guys, until they had to leave again.
Jimin crawled back to his bed after today's outstanding act.
I sat next to him.
"Whew, what a day!", I exclaimed.
"Yeah. I do have to admit, Yoongi you're actually really funny!", Jimin smiled.
"You noticed that just now? It's been obvious for YEARS!" I said, pretending to be upset.
He giggled.
"And a great actor too!", Jimin added.
A devilish smirk appeared on my face.
"What if I said that I wasn't acting and you're actually my wife now?" one of my eyebrows tried to climb up my forehead.
"I didn't say "Yes" so I'm not married to you. You wish!" Jimin giggled, smirking back at me.
"Oh? Is that so?" I asked innocently.
"Yes!", Jimin exclaimed happily.
"You just said "Yes". Therefore you, my dear Jiminie, are now my wife for life!" I grinned triumphantly.
Jimin's eyes widened comically. I snorted.
"You sneaky piece of-! How could you trick me like this?? I trusted you!" Jimin gasped in disbelief.
"I'm sorry, dear, but when the opportunity to tease you presents itself, I always take it. You should know that. Don't you know me?" I explained sweetly.
A pillow was thrown my way and unfortunately, my handsome (Jin is shaking) face was the thing that stopped it's happy flight.
"Ouch! Dear, if it's already nap time, you could have just told without the pillow throwing! I understand words too, you know? I would have snuggled next to you in no time!", this time it was me who pouted.
"Yoongi, I swear to God, if you call me "dear" one more time, I'm gonna throw hands!", Jimin threatened me with his baby fist. He looked very... threatening.
"Oh no, I'm threatened, darling!", I pretended to be scared.
Jimin let out an annoyed growl.
I bursted out laughing.
"You're so annoying!", Jimin complained.
"I'm so funny! You've said it yourself!", I deadpanned.
"Deal with it, darling dear, you can't win an argument against me!", I chuckled.
Jimin raised an eyebrow.
"But I did win today!" he said proudly.
I gave him a look.
"Oh? How so?" I smirked.
He grinned and opened his fist. In it, there was a packet of strawberry jam.

"I got my jams back!"

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Hello there!

I loved writing this chapter!<3 It was so much fun and I just hope that you guys loved reading it!

-kathris