Affection | Yoonmin

10

Yoongi let out a small groan as he forced his eyelids open, stretching his tired arms out. At first, he thought he was seeing things when he saw walls, different from the ones in his apartment. His walls were a light beige – not pristine white.

The memories of last night hit him like a truck – he looked to his side, met with a sleeping Jimin, bare arms sticking out from the same duvet he had slept under.

Just then, Jimin shifted uncomfortably, letting out a small groan as he gently opened his eyes. He sat up with a jolt, eyes filled with exhaustion, glaring surprised at Yoongi. “Last-last night...” He stammered lightly.

Frantically, they both scanned the room, seeing their clothes scattered around on the floor, and worst of all, two opened condom packages. “Shit...” Yoongi cursed under his breath, realizing he was sitting with his bare chest exposed to Jimin.

Before he could even react to that, a sudden headache hit him. Groaning, he placed his hands on the top of his head and took a few deep breaths. He drank too much – this was a bad hangover. He looked at Jimin, who was sitting up, covering his body with the duvet. He looked sick – his face pale and clammy, and he was grasping onto his head as if he was in pain. Must be a bad hangover, he assumed.

“Did we really...” Jimin’s voice trailed off. “No fucking way,” Yoongi whispered under his breath as everything dawned on him. He remembered everything clearly now.

He shot up from the bed, only to realize he was standing there, butt-naked, and Jimin was staring at him. In a panic, Yoongi put his hands over his penis to hopefully cover the entire sight, and his breathing became shallower. What should he do?

“Uh,” Jimin muttered, “You can borrow my clothes.” A huge sigh of relief escaped Yoongi as he gave Jimin a grateful nod, trying to locate his wardrobe. ”It’s over there,” Jimin pointed, to which Yoongi hurried over, his butt faced in Jimin’s direction.

He didn’t feel comfortable with that at all, so he hurried to open Jimin’s wardrobe and check what was inside. Before he could pick anything out, he turned around to face Jimin, who had was glaring at him with a flustered look on his face, “Will your clothes even fit?”

The question had lingered on Yoongi’s tongue for the past minute. He had doubts whether Jimin’s clothes would fit him. While they were about the same height, Jimin was of course way skinnier than him.

“I tend to buy my things oversized. Plus, we’re pretty much the same height,” he mentioned. Yoongi nodded, turning back around. He pulled out the biggest pair of jeans and hoodie he could find, ending with an all-black outfit.

He quickly slid on the jeans and threw the hoodie over his head, slightly uncomfortable with not wearing any underwear. He could’ve just worn his own clothes from last night – but they were reeking of sweat and alcohol.

It dawned on him that he had seen Jimin wearing those jeans before – he hardly believed it since they were almost tight around his own thighs, while on Jimin they had looked twice his usual clothing size, bagging around mere containers of bones.

He looked at Jimin, finding the young man looking ill. “Hangover?” Yoongi asked. A quiet groan escaped Jimin as he nodded quietly, not muttering a word. “Go back to sleep,” Yoongi told him gently, shooting him a small, sympathetic smile. It was obvious that Jimin’s hangover was far worse than his – he should probably be a nice guy and care for Jimin, after doing what he did to him last night. If he remembered correctly, he had been rough.

Jimin nodded quietly before getting comfortable on the bed, closing his eyes. Yoongi sighed. He navigated his way through Jimin’s home and made his way to the kitchen - he thought he should make some hangover soup for Jimin.