petit jimin was cold in the morning. turning around to face an empty space on the bed, he sighed. he asked himself where petit yoongi could have gone.
petit jimin's heart fell when he saw the familiar green haired boy sat up on the sofa, his neck craned and lips slightly parted.
petit jimin thought petit yoongi looked cute sprawled out on the small sofa, just like that. but he worried about his well being the most, so he approached the softly snoring boy and stopped in front of him.
petit jimin picked up the cushion that laid on the floor right by petit yoongi. he laid his eyes back on him and bent over slightly, his petite fingers reaching out for the pale face.
but petit jimin's hands were too cold. as cold as snow. he stopped himself. he didn't know how to make petit yoongi comfortable so he went to sit at petit yoongi's feet and waited instead.
petit yoongi's snores grew quieter after awhile and that was when petit jimin noticed the empty bottle of medicine right where he had picked up the cushion from.
how had he not noticed this?
