pastel pink | yoonmin

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When neither Jimin nor Yoongi went out with their friends during the weekend, they usually spent it all together. Sometimes just saturday, other times also sunday.

It was easier than breathing for them to be together, to just do their own thing in their house and appreciate each other's company.

Before moving in together, Yoongi had never thought that it would have been this easy to spend everyday with Jimin, especially because, for a lot of things, the two were completely different, but he had found out how wrong he was during the first week of staying together.

They could stay together for days in their small apartment, just the two of them, and never get bored, never argue and never get annoyed by the other.

Of course they have had their small arguments, but they had never gotten to the point where they had shouted things to each other, or where one of the two had needed to get away or to close himself in his room and not see the other for some time.

Jimin didn't like to argue and Yoongi didn't like seeing Jimin sad, so it wasn't difficult for them to make up right after whenever they got angry.

That was why saturdays and sundays with Jimin were his favourite days.

On those days it was just the two of them and their habits they now knew by heart. In those days Yoongi wasn't forced to think about everything he couldn't have with Jimin, and he could just focus on what they had instead and be content with that.

On those days he could be happy for the love the two already shared.

Jimin usually woke up late when he didn't have class and he liked to eat breakfast in his room.

Yoongi had gotten used to preparing breakfast for Jimin as soon as he woke up because he always got up earlier than him and he didn't mind making coffee for two.

He usually didn't eat much but, anyway, it wasn't a problem to cook something easy for Jimin.

Usually, after Yoongi took breakfast to Jimin's bed, he was often asked to sit beside him as he ate and to tell Jimin something, anything. In the morning, in fact, he didn't like to talk but he liked to listen to Yoongi as he told him about music and his friends.

That saturday Yoongi sat down on Jimin's bed with his coffee in his hand and looked at the younger as he stretched and yawned loudly.

He rolled around and Yoongi moved away the tray with the food to prevent him from knocking it and spilling everything on the covers.

Yoongi observed as Jimin hid his face in the pillow and kicked the covers away. He tried to resist the urge to reach out and caress his messy hair, but he stopped himself before the thought could grow more insistent in his mind and he chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee.

The boy's pastel green t-shirt slightly lifted up as he moved around and it exposed the skin of his waist.

Yoongi looked away, suddenly shy.

He turned to glance at Jimin's room, that was all pink, just like everything related to Jimin.

The drawings on the walls were mostly pink, because Jimin's friend, Jungkook, knew how much he liked the colour. The pillows on the bed were pink and fluffy and there were lights hanging on the wall above and they were pink too when on.

The younger finally sat up beside Yoongi and gave him a soft smile and a small 'thank you', then he started eating slowly.

Yoongi relaxed on the bed and leaned his back on the headboard, glancing at Jimin's nape, at the delicate tattoos above his elbows.