Not Today || Yoonmin #Wattys2017

Nevermind

Jimin's POV

"Mh." I groaned. I swear to fuck all- if this is Yoongi, his dick's getting cut off.
I woke up, feeling a light touch shove my legs back and forth.

"Jimin, wake up hun. You need to eat." My mother said softly. I groaned and turned around, trying to escape her pestering hands.

"Jimin come on. Your father and I are going out again. He wants to take me to see a movie on a little date." She squealed excitedly. I groaned again, shifting my body up and looking back to fix her with a tired glare. "Don't give me that look Jimin. It's already two thirty. You need to get up and eat. Yoongi made breakfast again, make sure you eat it this time. He worked hard on that yesterday." She scolded before walking out and shutting the door behind her.

What? I thought, still half asleep. I ran a hand through my hair, deciding to dismiss it and groggily got up on my feet. I went to my closet and picked out a miscellaneous black shirt from my drawer, slipped into a pair of grey sweats and made my wayward down to the kitchen.
I opened the door, shirt in hand, eyes barely open and sat at my regular seat at the table crossing my arms and laying my head down.
How lame are you? A few drinks and you're practically fucked. My inner self complained. 
I felt fucking pathetic to say the least. Taehyung was right; I really couldn't handle my liquor as well as I lead on.

"Jimin shirt on at the table." My mother laughed. I lifted my head a bit in hearing my name, but then glanced over to the stove to see Yoongi staring in my direction, orange juice mid-sip against his lips.
I blinked before focusing my attention on putting great effort into moving my arms and pulling the slightly baggy shirt over my head.
Yoongi nearly spat out his juice, swallowing with difficulty and coughing into his hand, shakily setting the glass down on the counter.

"You okay, dear?" My mum asked with worry, rubbing his back to inform him.

"Fine." He croaked. My mum gave him a 'are you sure?' look before shaking it off and leaving the kitchen, heading out the door with Mr. Min.

"We'll be back around midnight probably." Mr. Min rumbled. "I left some money on the counter so you guys can order some food. Take care." He said the last part a bit awkwardly, scratching the back of his head and shutting the door.
I took a deep breath, getting up to grab a cup of coffee and some aspirin. I admired how well my window plants were doing, just above the sink with the sunshine fueling them for the rest of the day. Warm air filtering through the open screen of the sliding glass door.

I wish Tae was here to appreciate this with me. I smiled lightly to myself.

"Hey." Yoongi spoke, completely ruining the moment.

"What?" My eyebrows furrow, looking back to find him leaning against the island. I could see the dark bruises on his neck that I'd created last night along with a single blue butterfly fluttering towards them like it was about to meet it's immediate doom and get sucked into a black hole.
A small blush made its way to my ears as the memories sparked in my mind.

"My shirt looks good on you." He smirked, sending my a quick wink before going back to stir the ramen he was making.

"What do you mean?" I questioned, peering down at the shirt. On closer inspection it was in fact one of Yoongi's many black band shirts; the words 'We Came As Romans' printed in a wicked, curly, blue font with mirrored shadows of trees encaging a transparent, frosty being growing the arch of trees from the palms of his hands.