Yoongi's POV
The presence of light disrupted my sleeping span, as a throbbing pain struck my temples and brought a heavy hand to my forehead...or I would've if my arm hadn't been so heavy. I squeezed my eyes open, trying to rub away any morning dust embedded in my eyes as the rays of light hit my irises. I observed my surroundings, taking them in as best I could. A white ceiling, blue sheets and a scent colliding with my own. I turned toward my weighty arm, thinking hard how I could've gotten into this unfamiliar place. I recalled the night before and remembered how I got flat drunk dancing with...Jimin? Jimin?! My eyes ached as I gazed at his sleeping face, my surroundings fading as I did so. I moved a clump of ginger strands away from his forehead, revealing his long eyelashes. When did he become so radiant? When had he decided to dye his hair such a daring colour?
"Hmm..." Jimin groaned in his sleep, making me flinch as I removed my hand from his pale skin. His eyes began to flutter open, and almost instinctively, I closed my own for fear of appearing strange to the waking boy. I heard Jimin gasp as he lifted his head from my now numb bisep. He shook me, waking me from my fake slumber.
"Ahhh mwoya (A/N: What are you doing?)?!" I feigned annoyance. "I'm trying to sleep." I whined angrily.
"What happened?!" He fell into a panick.
"Don't ask me, I was black out drunk." I said, sitting up and facing him eye to eye.
"Nothing happened right?" He begged for me to say no. "RIGHT?!"
"Whatever!" I slumped my head back onto the pillow and hid my face in the comforter. "I told you I don't know, I was drunk." I muttered into the duvet. "And besides, we're both fully clothed so I really don't think anything happened." I moaned, slightly disappointed. Slightly.
"Ahh...right.." Jimin sighed, relieved by my reply, but at the same time, his gaze carried an impasse and dissatisfaction, as well as that little hint of relief.
"You sound disappointed." I grinned, hurling my head up once again to look him in the eyes. "Did you want something to happen?" I teased. His expression turned from relieved to embarrassed, he looked away, letting his eyes wander in all different directions other than the one pointing to me. My goodness, Jimin, like me that much already? "Are you serious?!" I snickered.
"N-no! Oh my Lord no!" He jumped, flustered by my proposition. "Get a smaller head would you? We just met, I don't like you like that."
"Sure seems like it, judging by your expression." Ahh, you're too easy to read, my Jimin.
The door of Jimin's bedroom door creaked open. "Oppa? Are you awake?" A homely voice called from the door of the room. She peered in, hoping she wasn't disturbing anything and smiled when she saw we were both awake.
"Aren't you suppose to be in school?" Jimin asked.
"Well, I was, but the teacher decided to take a little day off so I'm just waiting for my next class, which isn't until like 4 o'clock." She closed the door behind her and sat herself down on the computer chair. "You wanna eat? I cooked brunch." She offered.
"Yeah, I think I might brush my teeth first though," Jimin hurled himself off the bed and rushed out the bedroom.
Minji shot a stare in my direction, daring me to say something. "You're not gonna tell him?"
"Let him figure it out." I collapsed back onto Jimin's bed, face first into the pillow, and took in his scent once again. "I would ofcourse love to help but when is he going to learn how to solve problems for himself?" I used a quote from Koenma as my excuse.
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| Curiosity || Yoonmin |
Fanfiction"Who are you?" "I'm just...someone you forgot..." They say curiosity killed the cat, but for Jimin that isn't an option, in a treacherous car crash, he loses his memory of the stranger who saved him from it, driving his curiosity to know more.
