•Late Nights• Yoonmin

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Two weeks and three days. 

That's how long the awkwardness hung in the atmosphere for.

Jimin tried making it up to Yoongi little by little. Little things like making Yoongi a coffee every morning with a little note that had little hearts drawn on their sides. 

Little things like packing him a meal (just a mix of vegetables, really) with little heart shaped cucumber slices that Yoongi probably couldnt make sense of because of how floppy they were. 

Little things like just trying to talk to him. 

If Yoongi appreciated it, he didn't let it show.

On the fifteenth day of No Progress (that's what Jimin had named whatever was going on between them), the tiny blonde haired male decided that this needed to stop. 

So he wakes up extra early the next day ("Jimin waking up at ten isn't early," "You don't wake up that early, you wouldn't know!" "I wake up at seven every morning, I think i know,") to prepare the other a nice breakfast in bed. 

He quickly pours some water in a pot and puts that to boil while he adds the other necessary ingredients. Once he's happy with how Yoongi's meal has turned out, he places it on a tray and swiftly turns around to head to Yoongi's room.

Except Yoongi isn't in his room, he's right behind Jimin.

And since we're talking about the same Jimin that peed his pants because his mom went "peek-a-boo!" on him when he was eight, naturally, he screams, and the tray slips. 

The bowl clatters, and the tray falls right on Yoongi's foot (if his "oof!" is anything to go by,). 

"Oh my god," Jimin mumbles.

"I'm okay," 

"Oh my god," Jimin says a little louder, eyes still fixated on the floor. 

"I'm fine really, you don't need to wo—"

"Hyung! I spent seventy eight dollars on that bowl, oh my god!" He almost yells as he sinks to his knees and tries piecing the pieces back together.

Yoongi sighs, and then something strikes him. "You bought a goddamn bowl for seventy eight dollars?" 

"Hyung!~" Jimin whines. Yoongi hates when he thrashes his arms and moves his body like that. It makes Yoongi feel like his leg muscles are incapable of keeping his legs in an upright, standing position. "My bowl just broke! Can you not yell at me right now? Look at everything I made for you!" He cries.  "All gone down the drain," 

At this, Yoongi can't help but crack a small smile. "You made this, for me?" 

"Yeah. It was supposed to be a fancy breakfast in bed kinda scenario. Look at how fancy all of this is!" 

"It's ramen,"

"Special ramen," Jimin corrects. "I even added toppings,"

"When have you ever seen a chilli being cut vertically, Jimin?"

Yoongi promptly decides to keep quiet after receiving a glare from the younger. He kneels down and helps Jimin pick the pieces up. 

Not long after, he hears a hiss and looks up to find Jimin clutching his finger that is seemingly bleeding. 

Knowing fully well that they're near the sink, Yoongi continues picking up the pieces; understanding, that god has blessed his boyfriend with two working feet and is therefore capable of washing the cut on his own. When Jimin doesn't move, he looks at the younger, only to find him staring back.

"Aren't you going to wash it?"

"Aren't you going to wash it?" Jimin fires back.

"What?"

"Hyung! This could've totally been a scene right out of those movies!" He complains. "I get a cut and then you rush me to get it washed and I look at you as you treat it for me!"

"You're closer to the sink than I am,"

"But you're closer to me than the sink is!" 

"You make no sense," 

"Neither do you,"

Yoongi sighs as he gets up and helps Jimin to the sink ("Why do you need my help to walk? Your leg is fine," "I'm injured! Stop annoying me and help me,"). He proceeds to put the youngers finger under the running tap water. 

He feels Jimin staring at him, and without completely turning his head, says "Stop staring at me.  It's creepy,"

"Your eyes are creepy,,"

"Oh wow, comeback goals. I'm so offended." 

He doesn't need to look to know Jimin's probably glaring at him. 

Ten seconds later, and Yoongi notices from the corner of his eye, that Jimin's still staring at him. He turns the knob on the tap to stop the water flow, and opens his mouth to tell the younger off, but Jimin beats him to it. "You've got pretty lips. Have I ever told you that?"

"W—What?" Yoongi turns his head towards Jimin, clearly surprised by the sudden compliment.

"Yeah," Jimin mumbles, eyes on his boyfriends lips. "Really pretty,"

Yoongi doesn't know how exactly it happens, but what he does know, is that in the next five seconds, Jimins lips are on his, and Yoongi knows he's ready to die, because this must be what heaven feels like.

They've kissed before. About a few million times. But it always feels new. Like he's doing it for the first time. 

It's a soft kiss, but Yoongi can tell just how much they've both missed this. 

When they pull away, Jimin rests his forehead on Yoongi's and mumbles an "I'm really sorry, hyung."

They stay in silence like that, before Yoongi speaks up. "No, I'm sorry," he sighs. "I—I thought about it, and it makes sense. What you thought. I overreacted and ruined it and i don't know what was going through my head and—"

"Hey, it's okay. I shouldn't have doubted you in the first place," Jimin smiles. "But I love you and you love me, and that's all that matters right?" 

"Yeah,"

"Good," Jimin laughs lightly.

"So back to that seventy eight dollar bowl that you bought,"

"Hyung!" Jimin whines, "Quit ruining moments!"

The End