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I've been blessed.
Not revised.
💙🖤💙🖤
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Jimin had been in a wierd mood as of late, and Yoongi was having a really hard time coping with it. He wouldn't let Yoongi hold him for too long, and would squirm away when he tried to have him sit on his lap, cheeks a bright red. It had been going on ever since Taehyung slept over, he wondered if the mischievous pup had anything to do with it. The last time Jimin clung to him was when he'd bought him his little pink collar... And they had, kissed.
Like, kissed, kissed.
Could it be that?
Had it been to much for the younger? He'd initiated it though... Maybe he had felt pressured to do it?
The elder sighed, shaking his head. This had been going on for a few days already and Yoongi felt like if he was going to go crazy. The raven haired didn't notice when he'd become so addicted to the little kitten's touches. He'd hoped the boy would get over whatever the hell this was, and they'd continue to be the same as always. But, judging by the way the kitten was currently telling Yoongi he'd be sleeping in his own bed, in his own room, he figured it wasn't 'just a phase'.
"Are you sure, Jimin?" Yoongi asked, trying not to let the bit of hurt he felt show on his face. The kitten avoided his gaze, chewed on his plump lip, and nodded. Yooongi frowned, but let the boy do as he pleased and with a confused expression watched him scamper to his room and shut the door.
Yoongi stood there for a moment, feeling what he knew were the beginning pangs of a stress headache. He groaned and pulled on his hair roughly, deciding to work on his music for now, he'd deal with Jimin tomorrow, when his head didn't feel like it was going to explode.
And hour or so later, Yoongi was writing lyrics, really anything that came to his head, as a way to vent. Caught up in the confines of his mind he didn't hear the loud whines coming from Jimin's room.
It was only when he had crumpled up the paper he had been writing on and looked up at the ceiling, that he heard the noises coming from downstairs. The elder shot up instantly, guessing Jimin was having another one his night terror episodes. Skipping the steps two at a time, he heard the noises get louder as he closed in on the room. Opening the door his eyes rested on little heaving bundle on the bed in the corner of the room.
Yoongi walked closer to the boy, kicking a few of his plushies out of the way. He sat on the bed quietly and watched the boy squirm and wiggle underneath the covers. Pulling the blanket from atop the kitten he saw a panting and sweating Jimin writhing and curling in on himself. Yoongi put a cold hand on the boys shoulder and began to shake him awake.
