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twenty seven.

To say that Jimin felt like shit was an understatement. When he woke up that morning, Yoongi was crushing him, his head was pounding, and the sun was obnoxiously invading his closed eyelids. They were laying on the living room floor, and all his muscles were screaming in pain and a line of drool was crusted across his cheek.

He swore and struggled to push Yoongi off of him. The older boy finally rolled off Jimin's body after three heaves, fueled by more swearing. Jimin was overheating in his giant sweater, so he sat up and took it off. Unfortunately, as he did so, his new ring got caught in his tangled hair. He swore yet again, and his lip trembled. Yoongi stirred next to him as Jimin struggled to disentangle the ring from his hair. Yoongi flung his arms out, hitting Jimin in the face. Jimin's head ached, his ring was still caught in his hair, and the sun was too bright.

He started crying.

He just couldn't help it; on top of the already unpleasant circumstances, their adventure had robbed him of the proper amount of sleep, and without sleep, Jimin turned into a crybaby real quick. Yoongi woke up as Jimin sniffled, rolling over and freezing in confusion. His eyes widened as he took in the spectacular mess that was Park Jimin.

"What's wrong, Princess?" He asked, voice mangled by sleep. "Why does your hand look like it's glued to your head?"

"M-My ring is stuck in my hair!" Jimin sobbed.

"Shh, don't cry, Jimin, we'll get everything fixed in no time," Yoongi replied, voice soft. He sat up and gently worked Jimin's ring free from his tangled locks. "There, see? All better." He pressed a kiss to Jimin's forehead. Jimin sniffled and tried to stop crying.

"What else is wrong?" Yoongi asked, concern etched into his frown.

"I-I just cry a lot if I-I don't have enough sleep," Jimin admitted, an ugly laugh coming out of his mouth. Yoongi's mouth quirked into a sleepy half smile.

"Then let's sleep again," he suggested, stretching his arms above his head. Jimin got distracted by his bare chest and the way his sweatpants hung low on his hips.

"Can we sleep in my room? It's too bright in here," Jimin whined, gesturing at the living room. Yoongi just nodded and they stumbled to Jimin's room, leaning on each other. Yoongi immediately got comfortable on Jimin's bed, pulling the sheets up to his chin while Jimin closed his curtains. He crawled in next to Yoongi, who wrapped his inked arms around Jimin's frame.

Jimin fell asleep staring at the vine tattoos.

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When he woke again, his arms were outstretched and the space next to him was empty. He frowned and sat up, rubbing his eyes. Where was Yoongi? Jimin glanced at his alarm clock and had to look again; it was three in the afternoon. His whole sleep schedule would be screwed up beyond repair now.

Jimin threw the sheets off him and padded into the kitchen, stomach grumbling. Yoongi wasn't in the kitchen, either. When Jimin poked his head through the connecting door, the other boy's apartment was dark.

"Yoongi, where are you?" Jimin muttered, listlessly standing in the middle of his kitchen. He'd been counting on the fact that Yoongi would be there when he woke up, and he wasn't quite sure what to do now. Then he spied a note stuck to the fridge. It read:

Jiminie-

I've gone out to get us some food & run some errands.

Try not to miss me too much, Flower Boy.

-Yoongi(obviously)

Jimin grinned at the messy writing, filing it away in the random little things he knew about Yoongi now. He still felt irrationally empty, and sighed with mild annoyance before calling Yoongi. The boy picked up on the second ring.

"Jimin? Is something wrong?" Yoongi asked worriedly. A stupid smile stretched Jimin's face; Yoongi was worried about him!

"Everything's fine. I just missed you," Jimin admitted.

Yoongi laughed, and Jimin treasured the sound.

"How long until you'll be home?"

"Um, not long. I'm driving back right now, actually." Yoongi sounded slightly guilty, and Jimin imagined him looking down and carding his fingers through his hair.

"Did you take my car?" Jimin asked suspiciously.

"Uh, yeah."

"Because I was wondering how you were getting around. Do you even have a car?" Jimin asked.

"Nope. When I lived with my cousin, I'd just use his," Yoongi replied.

"Oh. Well, would you mind speeding? I miss you."

"I don't want to meet our new police officer friend again, so I'm sorry, Princess, but you'll have to wait."

Jimin pouted, before realizing that Yoongi couldn't see him. "Ugh," he settled for saying.

"Jimin, I don't want to crash, so I'm gonna hang up now, okay?"

"Okay," Jimin sighed. "Please just speed a little bit!" He yelled into the phone, words getting cut off as Yoongi hung up.

Jimin wasn't really surprised when he found himself walking into his shop and sitting at the piano. He missed Yoongi, and the piano was as much a part of the other boy as his tattoos, so naturally, Jimin was drawn to it. He pressed random keys, creating a melody that for the most part sounded ugly and horrific. But he didn't care. He could see why Yoongi loved the instrument so much; it was elegant and timeless, the memories of people who had lived long ago passed down and remembered by the ivory keys.

Jimin stopped playing, lost in thought. He furrowed his eyebrows and tried to recall the notes to the song Yoongi had taught him; Can't Help Falling In Love.

Once he played the first chord, he remembered it perfectly.

When he played the last chord, a small smile lingered on his face, much like the way the final note lingered in the air. Then he heard clapping and jumped, falling off the bench as he tried to whirl around.

"Oh my God!" He heard Yoongi exclaim over the sound of his body hitting the tiles. "Are you okay?"

"Does it look like I'm okay?" Jimin demanded, sitting up and rubbing his ribs in pain. Yoongi set down his bags and rushed to Jimin's side, laughing.

"Where does it hurt?" He asked, trying to regain his composure. Jimin glared at him and hit his arm.

"Asshole," he grumbled.

"Anyway, your playing sounded really good!" Yoongi gushed, sounding slightly surprised as helped Jimin up. When they were both standing, neither of them pulled away, their bodies an inch or two apart. Jimin stared into Yoongi's dark eyes, and it felt as though time stopped and the world fell away. Yoongi looked back at him, mouth hanging open slightly as if surprised by the way Jimin derailed his train of thought. Then the gap between them closed and their lips found each other's and Jimin felt like he was floating. Only Yoongi's arms, wrapped around his lower back, reminded him that he was still on the earth. Because when his lips moved against Yoongi's, their mouths a perfect match, he was sure he was in heaven.

Where else would such perfection exist?

i'M SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT AND UGH i just rly wanted to update for you guys because holy mother of jesus, we hit 900 reads and i'm still shitting my pants !! thank you sO much jfc reading your supportive and funny comments gives me life and encouraged me to keep writing, so seriously thank you for somehow finding and enjoying this tiny story among all the 15k+ ones <3