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thirty two.

warning; mental breakdown ahead—proceed with caution

Jimin woke with Yoongi curled face-first into his chest, one arm loosely thrown over his side. It was as if Jimin were his giant teddy bear. Jimin smiled and blinked blearily, his room dimly illuminated by the sun attempting to force its way past the curtains. The only way to describe how Jimin felt in that moment was...warm. He had helped Yoongi through something; for once he had done something right. And Yoongi's expression was so peaceful, a snake-like earbud imprint decorating one cheek while a line of drool adorned the other. His mouth was slightly open, and he made cute little puffing noises as he exhaled. Jimin just smiled and cuddled closer to Yoongi, dozing slightly.

About an hour later, Jimin became aware of a poking sensation on his cheek. He cracked his eyes open and almost had a heart attack at how close Yoongi's face was to his own. Yoongi smiled at him and leaned forward, placing a hand on Jimin's jaw. He let his lips hover centimeters from Jimin's, who started to close his eyes and lean forward. Then Yoongi smirked and whispered, "I have morning breath."

And boy did he. Jimin started coughing and fanning the air as Yoongi jumped out of bed quickly, grinning as he ran off. Jimin just tried to focus on recovering from the attack, then stumbled into the bathroom, where Yoongi was brushing his teeth. He looked more subdued, as if he hadn't gotten enough sleep.

"You have a toothbrush in my apartment?" Jimin asked in confusion. Yoongi shook his head, spit out his toothpaste foam, and answered, "I dug around and found one still in the packaging, so-" He shrugged his shoulders apathetically.

"I guess that one can be yours from now on," Jimin said, staring at the white toothbrush. "I thought it was ugly, anyway."

"Jimin, all toothbrushes are ugly," Yoongi said. Jimin just shrugged and grabbed his own toothbrush(which was blue and far better than Yoongi's).

Yoongi was quiet while they ate. He stared off into space and gave lifeless one word answers to Jimin's questions. Jimin took their bowls and rinsed them in the sink. He looked over his shoulder at Yoongi's listless form. He was resting his chin atop his hand and gazing at nothing with a sort of detached intensity, like he was retreating into himself. Jimin sat back down at the table and gently took his hand.

"How are you feeling?" He asked. Not are you okay or what's wrong. He wanted to understand, wanted to know what was going through Yoongi's head so he could make it better.

Yoongi continued to stare, eyes unfocused, at the same spot on the wall as he answered, "Pathetic. Like always."

"You're not pathetic," Jimin said, muted but firm.

"I want to believe you. And the thing is, before I met you, I would never have believed you. I will believe you soon. Just wait," Yoongi answered. He finally dragged his eyes away from the wall and stared at their hands, the silver bands on their fingers adjacent.

"Of course I'll wait. But I'll also help you, if you need it."

"Jimin," Yoongi said, "you help me so much, and you don't even realize it." He leaned forward and softly pressed his lips to Jimin's cheek. "Thank you."

"Anything for you," Jimin whispered.

~~~

They decided to close the store again; they'd already overslept, and Jimin was too busy drinking in Yoongi's presence to find a semblance of regret. However, Yoongi still seemed to be closed off and spacey; Jimin became worried and slightly frustrated as the day wore on. He wasn't angry at Yoongi; he was angry at himself for not knowing what to do. He settled for grabbing Disney movies and holding Yoongi's hand as he hit play.