| White Bachellor Button || Yoonmin |

Ch15 ~ Nearly four...

(+) I see you Yoongi 😏

Yoongi was cuddled in his bed, his hair shooting in all directions as he slept peacefully with his pillow tucked in between his head and his bicep. Jimin walked into the room, a little later than he normally did, stopping abruptly just as he was inside the room - he's still asleep? He thought. It was nearly four in the afternoon and still he hadn't risen from his slumber. He tilted his head to the side and approached slowly with a spring in his step. He looked affectionately at his newly attained lover as he sat on the edge of the bed, only to sink back down to get a better look at his slumbering Yoongi. He reminisced the day he first set eyes on him, his heart thumping at the sight of his pure, silky skin and his jet-black hair mangled gracefully atop his pillow. He found himself smiling at his earliest memory of his favourite person in the world, if not the universe.

"You know, it's rude to stare." Yoongi said in a raspy voice, eyes still closed and full of sleep. It took Jimin a few moments to snap out of his daydream, by then Yoongi had opened his eyes with a blank look, too tired to express emotion.

"I-I wasn't staring." He denied, like he hadn't just been ogling at the elder with a goofy grin plastered on his face.

"Oh, so you just plopped yourself next to me and then gazed into space for the last two minutes?" Yoongi asked, the sarcasm dripping out like water from a broken pipe.

"Precisely!" Jimin mused as he continued to look away. "But, why on earth were you still asleep? It's almost four in the afternoon, have you even eaten yet?" Jimin said, the concern dripping from his voice.

"I was up late last night reading that book you got be from the library..." Yoongi yawned, turning to face the window and closing his eyes again. "You know the one about the man who wanted a daughter so bad he prayed to the Gods for one? He prayed so hard and even said that he'd even accept a fox as his daughter... so stupid..." Yoongi said sleepily as he yawned and closed his eyes, Jimin scooted closer to him and put a gentle hand on his side, shaking him a little to pry him into waking up again.

"Don't go to sleep!" he whipped his head around as he heard the shuffling in the covers and the sleepiness in Yoongi's tone, knowing full well that he would very well fall into another deep slumber, if given the opportunity. "You haven't even eaten yet, you need to eat." Jimin demanded, but was met with stony silence as he continued to shake the elder male awake. He started whining and whinging as he began to give up hope trying to wake the button up. "Hyung you need to eat! You said you'd eat! C'mon get up~!" he whined as he shook him weakly now, the hope of his lover rising from the comfort of his duvet dangerously dwindling from a very thin thread.

"Shhhh Jimin..." Yoongi groaned, almost music to Jimin's ears as he burned a bright pink on the expanse of his cheeks. He was suddenly glad Yoongi was laying with his back to him, this way he wouldn't see the flustered expression on the younger's face. "Hyung's trying to sleep..." there was a babying tone in Yoongi's voice, as if he was intentionally treating Jimin like a child.

"H-hyung, you've been sleeping all day!" Jimin stated. "It's time to get up!" poor Jimin was begging now. Yoongi opened his eyes as he cracked a smile, finding entertainment as he heard his lover beg him. He wanted more.

"I can sleep for a few more hours..." he pretended to grumble as he smiled into his pillow case. On Jimin's face, a horribly shaped expression of horror. If he slept even more, he was afraid Yoongi wouldn't wake up.

"but it's nearly four!" Jimin pushed, the shakes against Yoongi's arm getting a little more aggressive. "you need to get up! Hyu~~~~ng~~!" suddenly he was engulfed by a sheet of duvet, wide eyed and shocked by the force that pulled him into bed. Now he was pressed onto a silky, button up material with the light of the setting sun leaking through the bed covers. Jimin felt his heart jump, jolt and beat at speeds no vehicle could travel at without crashing into oblivion, it was the speed of a humming bird's heart-beat.

"Be quiet and sleep next to me..." he mumbled, his nose nuzzling onto the top of Jimin's head as he breathed out a sigh of content. His heart too, was doing stunts Yoongi didn't expect a coronary organ could do, he was amazed at how strong and fast it was beating, it was almost like it was trying to break through his already feeble ribcage.

Jimin had never been held like this. He had never been exposed to love such as this, the kind that got your heart thumping at the very thought of impact, the kind that would have you thinking about them selfishly, sometimes (all the time) sexually and the kind that got you in trouble for wanting someone so...

He hadn't even felt the embrace of his own mother, let alone an embrace from someone he had long had feelings for. Jimin had never met his female parent, assumed she was just some woman who had the correct genetics and just the right amount of thirst for money to give her own children away to be donations in case of someone else's medical emergency. Still, he found himself wondering sometimes, did she sing well? Was she married? With her own kids? Did she ever think of taking me with her when I was born? Did she ever love me like any mother would love her offspring?

His father wasn't exactly a candidate for father of the year, he wasn't someone Jimin saw often enough to form a loving father son relationship with. His father wasn't someone he liked to be around either, he intimidated him like a cheetah would intimidate a rabbit. The blank stare in his eyes and the quick harshness in his words were enough to pull Jimin's self-esteem down low enough to disintegrate his entire being for a while. Minji was always treated differently though, he treated her softly and he never screamed at her the way he'd throw furious, self-esteem crushing insults at him. It wasn't fair...

So when Yoongi pulled him in for a long, intimate embrace, the Park servant blinked a few times before his eyes softened and he succumbed to the warmth in his chest, pressing further into Yoongi torso. He wrapped his arms around him like vines holding a crumbling house together, closing his eyes with a sense of peace washing over them as they gave into the quiet surrounding them with great haste. He smiled into the silk of Yoongi's chest and thanked the Lord he was in the arms of someone he loved... even if it was just for a little while...