kpop and chill → yoonmin

sixteen

Uri bounded into Jimin's room and crawled up into his bed. Jimin was blaring music out of his headphones so loudly that Uri could hear it from her bedroom. She sat down on Jimin's stomach and pulled on of the headphones out of his ear.

"Jiminie, where is Yoongi?" Uri asked. Jimin pulled the other headphone out of his other ear and shrugged. "Well, why don't you call him?"

"Because he's probably busy," Jimin said. That was a lie, Yoongi had texted Jimin multiple times, but every time Jimin went to reply, he couldn't help but feel like he was inadequate compared to Namjoon. Then he fell into a hole of self-pity, thinking he wasn't good enough for Yoongi and that his presence probably annoyed him.

"If you love someone you make time for them." Uri said offhandedly. Jimin raised an eyebrow at his little sister, who was glaring at the wall. She glanced down at Jimin and scrunched her nose. "What?"

"What do you mean, 'if you love someone you make time for them'? Do you think Yoongi loves me?" Jimin asked. He couldn't help but feel slightly anxious, even though he knew Uri enjoyed romantic movies and was probably just getting ahead of herself.

"Well, yeah. I don't know if you notice it, but Yoongi looks at you the same way Daddy looks at Mommy. I figured you had caught on." Uri shrugged her shoulders and Jimin stared up at her, speechless.

"Don't go around saying things like that, Uri. We haven't known each other that long." Jimin said.

"I don't see why that's a problem. I love Yoongi and I hardly even see him."

Jimin rested his arms behind his head, "Why do you love Yoongi?" Uri shrugged and picked up Jimin's hand, placing paper towels between each of his fingers. She looked up at Jimin as she shook a bottle of nail polish in her hands.

"Because he makes you happy." Uri said. She slowly painted each of Jimin's finger nails in a thick coat of black, and Jimin watched her silently. "And I believe that that's a good reason to love someone. Don't touch anything."

Uri grabbed onto Jimin's other hand, and he turned his head away from her. He closed his eyes a mulled over in his head what Uri said. Two months, was that too little a time to love someone? Maybe...

No. Jimin scolded himself and heard his phone ring. He went to grab it and Uri slapped his hand.

"I told you not to touch anything! I'll get it," Uri grabbed Jimin's phone and pressed it to her ear. "Hello?"

Jimin raised his eyebrows as Uri muttered quietly to whomever was on the other side of the line. "Okay, bye bye."

"Who was that?" Jimin asked, tapping his fingernails lightly. The polish was no longer tacky and Jimin figured it was fine to pick things up. He pushed himself into a sitting position and took his phone from Uri.

"Yoongi, he'll be here soon." Jimin shot off the bed, not caring about the black nail polish that spilled onto his sheets in his haste to get up. He ran his dry hand through his hair and looked around, licking his lips.

"Uri, I can't see him! Look at me, I'm a mess, my nails are painted." Jimin sighed and ran his hands over his face. Uri's gleeful smile dropped and she carefully picked the nail polish bottle up off of Jimin's bed.

"Sorry," Uri said sadly. "There's remover pads in the bathroom under the sink."

"What?" Jimin looked over at his sister, who looked as if she was about to cry. "No, no, no, Uri, I love that you painted my nails. It's just not normally something I'd do, I wasn't sure if Yoongi would like it or not."

"Well, if he doesn't then fuck him. You can do whatever you want." Uri said. Jimin gaped at her, not sure how to react.

"Uri, where did you learn that word?" Jimin asked.

"The television." Uri smiled at her brother, proud that she'd learned a new word.

"You can't use that word anymore, okay? It's very bad." Jimin said. Uri nodded and left the room, and Jimin stared over at his closet. He decided he wasn't going to get dressed, that his baggy sweatpants and sleeveless shirt would just have to do.

There was a knock at Jimin's door, and he turned his he'd to see Yoongi standing there, smiling softly at him. "Hey, stranger."

"Hi, Yoongi." Jimin said, patting the bed next to him. Yoongi sat down and looked over at Jimin, who was fiddling with his hands nervously. Namjoon had called him earlier, and told him that he'd told Jimin about their past relationship. After he'd finish telling Namjoon off for being a fucking idiot, he'd called Jimin right away.

"Hey," Yoongi tapped Jimin's cheek and the younger boy looked over at him, and Yoongi immediately grabbed his cheeks, forcing him into holding eye contact. "I know that Namjoon told you about us, and I want you to know that I didn't care about him half as much as I care about you."

Jimin laughed, "do you really think it's a good idea to tell someone's best friend that you didn't actually care about them?" Yoongi sighed and pinched one of Jimin's cheeks.

"You know I didn't mean it like that." Yoongi said. Jimin smiled a squished smile against Yoongi's hands. Yoongi grinned back and leant forward, pressing their lips together. Jimin brought his hands up the back of Yoongi's shirt, and the older boy shivered at the feeling of Jimin's cold hands on his skin.

"Babe, your hands are freezing." Yoongi muttered moving his hands to Jimin's neck. Jimin blushed, not only in embarrassment but from the pet name.

"Sorry," Jimin moved his hands to the outside of Yoongi's shirt and gripped onto the thin fabric. Yoongi pushed Jimin backwards onto his pillows and held himself over the boy. Yoongi kicked off his shoes and moved himself fully onto the bed. Yoongi kissed down Jimin's jaw, and the younger boy turned his head away and closed his eyes. "Y-yoongi, what are you—"

"Jimin, do you have your laundry gathered up?" Mrs. Park walked into the room, a basket full of clothes in her hands. Her gaze flickered upwards at the two boys on the bed, so caught up with each other that they didn't hear her. "I'm going to take that as a no," she said, walking backwards out of the room and closing the door behind her quietly.

Yoongi pulled away from Jimin, glancing down to admire his now swollen lips. "You know you just—"

"Yeah, I do. Laundry isn't important." Jimin said, pulling Yoongi back down to kiss him.