Interlaced

Yoongi can't remember exactly when he stopped shaking off jimin's sweaty grasp. All he knew was that jimins fingers interlaced with his own felt like the most natural thing in the world; like home.
He was never one for skin ship and certainly didn't initiate it, but when the younger jerked at his sleeve nervously before they had to go on stage, he didn't have the heart to let go. He'd feel a tug on his wrist and turn to see a look of worry on the face before him. Followed by "I'm scared hyung" or "what if I make a mistake hyung?" Yoongi would always sigh but turn to look straight into the dark brown eyes, creased with worry, almost exactly level with his own "Jimin. We've done this before a million times and when have you ever messed up?" He'd reply in a gruff, slightly irritated tone. None the less, he took the boys hand in his own and gave it a comforting squeeze. It would always stay locked in reassurance with the other up until the very last moment.
When they had to sit in meetings with important people, who could make or break their careers with one email. Jimin would fidget uncomfortably and train his eyes on a spot on the ceiling. No one would expect jimin to think particularly deeply in these situations but he always did. About how he should've practised his vocals more or danced for an extra hour each day and that it had thrown off everything. That it had effected performances and ratings. He'd let the entire group down. Little things like this nagged at jimins brain in these situations and, of course, yoongi could tell. He always could. His hand would snake under the table where jimin's was already rubbing up and down his own thighs - a nervous habit he'd developed in the past two years. He'd raise an eyebrow, give a knowing look then rest his hand on top without another word said but it was enough. The rest of meeting would carry on but yoongi would catch the subtle smiles when he traced circles into the other's palm. It was hardly much of a confidence booster but to jimin, it meant the world.
Of course, yoongi was appreciative of how he was the only one jimin came to for comfort but there were times when he liked the feeling of their warm hold even greater so. He loved when, although completely unnecessary, he'd feel jimin take his hand in ordinary situations. They'd be sitting next to eachother whilst watching a movie or when yoongi sighed at the boy for coming to "keep him company" in the studio. Even if they were just in the same room, touching distance apart. He'd weave their fingers together subconsciously. Sometimes he'd have to purposely take the time to detach them before interviews as it became and automatic response to being anywhere near him.
Everything about the way their equally small hands fitted together was perfect. The way their fingers latched over eachother like jigsaw pieces and the small gestures of affection in the form of running their fingers up and down the connected expanses of skin. It was all muscle response from the amount of times they'd done it. The contrast between milky white and subtle tan. Exploring with gentle touches, clasping around the surfaces they'd each become so familiar with. Yoongi can't remember exactly when he stopped shaking off jimin's sweaty grasp. All he knew was that jimins fingers interlaced with his own felt like the most natural thing in the world; like home.