~Park Jimin~ "A 22-year-old boy residing in a modest village nestled in Busan, shares his home with his devoted mother, their lives coloured by the stark realities of poverty."
~Min Yoongi~ "In the heart of South Korea, Min Yoongi was not a typical...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The night was quiet, the only sound being their soft, steady breaths. Hours had passed, and both had fallen into a deep slumber. Yoongi, lost in his dreams, shifted slightly, only to feel an unfamiliar warmth pressing against him.
His brows furrowed as he slowly blinked his eyes open, adjusting to the dim light filtering through the small window. His body felt heavier, weighed down by something-or rather, someone.
Jimin.
His half-asleep mind took a moment to register the scene. Jimin's soft, warm body was draped over him, his head nestled against Yoongi's chest, lips slightly parted, deep in slumber. One arm rested over Yoongi's waist, while his leg had somehow tangled with Yoongi's under the thin blanket.
Yoongi's breath hitched. His body stiffened, but his heart betrayed him, hammering against his ribcage. Jimin's scent, something sweet and familiar, surrounded him, making his chest tighten. The warmth of his skin seeped through the fabric of Yoongi's borrowed shirt, sending a shiver down his spine.
He could move. He should move. But he didn't.
Instead, his gaze softened, his lips parting as he watched the way Jimin's lashes fluttered slightly, his breath warm against Yoongi's collarbone. His grip on Yoongi's waist was loose but... it felt safe. Like Jimin had gravitated toward him naturally, unconsciously seeking comfort.
Yoongi swallowed hard, fingers twitching at his side. What was this feeling creeping into his chest? This unfamiliar, almost overwhelming warmth spreading through him?
He let out a quiet sigh, trying to steady his racing heart. Carefully, he adjusted the blanket over Jimin, his movements slow, hesitant. And then, without thinking much, he let his eyes drift shut again.
For the first time in a long time, Yoongi felt something other than emptiness. And as sleep pulled him back in, he didn't push Jimin away.
He let him stay.
|•••|•••|•••|
The soft golden light of morning filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. Jimin stirred slightly, his lashes fluttering as he slowly awakened from his deep sleep. He felt warmth surrounding him, a steady rise and fall beneath his cheek, the scent of something familiar yet intoxicating filling his senses.
It took a moment for reality to settle in. His brows furrowed slightly as he became aware of the arms wrapped securely around his waist, a strong chest beneath his head, and-his breath hitched-his face tucked into the crevice of a warm neck.
Yoongi.
His body stiffened for a second, eyes widening as he realized just how tangled they were. His leg was draped over Yoongi's, their bodies pressed flush against each other beneath the blanket. Yoongi's arm rested around his waist, holding him close, while the other was lazily placed over Jimin's hand.
