Home (Yoonmin smut)

Home

Every day it was always the same: Jimin would wake up to an empty bed and no note left behind. He would get up and dress for work at the office, where he would read manuscripts after manuscripts before going out to lunch with his best friend, Jin, who happens to be passing by after his business meeting with the CEO of Tristar.

After a few more hours of reading more manuscripts, Jimin would go home to find the house was still empty and hardly any trace of his husband left behind.The house was so quiet that a dropping needle could be heard. It was always like this... Yoongi was a producer for the number one company in all of Seoul, which is amazing not only on resumes but also in his wallet.

They lived in a well built two-story house in the rich part of the city, but it wasn't godly big to brag about. Jimin didn't want to live in a mansion like most rich people. He wanted a small, simple life with Yoongi, which he provided with a happy soul and a heart full of love.

Their beautiful home use to not be so quiet and dull. It use to be lively with constant smiles and filled with laughter. It all went downhill about a year after their marriage when Yoongi was promoted to head producer. They were both very happy at first, but about a month after, Jimin hardly saw Yoongi ever again. He hardly heard his deep voice or seen that sluggish gummy smile that only Jimin was allowed to experience. Does Yoongi still have a deep voice? Was it deep?

Jimin sighs in sadness as he slips off his cream-colored TOMS at the door and hangs up his scarf and coat on the coat rack. Tomorrow was their 2 years anniversary and Jimin was scared. He was scared that Yoongi won't be here for him, completely forgetting him since work was more important. God, Jimin was so sex-deprived. It's been a year since he last touched Yoongi.

In a depressed manner, Jimin grumbles out, "Honey, I'm home...."

The house seemed to groan in response as Jimin stalks into the kitchen and pulls out a bottle of wine and a glass. "How was your day, honey? Oh, it was the same old same old. Read and had lunch with Hyung.... oh that sounds nice..." Jimin grumbles as he pours a glass of wine before taking a big gulp of it.

Wine was the only way Jimin kept himself from breaking. Every day after work, he would come home to fix himself a glass of wine before sending himself off to bed around midnight. Jimin always waited for Yoongi until midnight, just hoping to maybe catch a glimpse of his husband only to be wrong.

That night hough, Jimin had enough. He was tired of being alone. He missed his husband, missed his embrace, his kiss, his love...

Jimin stayed up until one, sitting patiently on the couch with the television on low. Will Yoongi be home by one? Will he finally be able to see his husband once again?

The clock bypasses one- fifteen and Jimin breaks down into a fit of sobs. Yoongi wasn't coming home. What if Yoongi forgot him and found someone new? What if Yoongi wants to ease Jimin into a divorce? 

Jimin stumbles into their bedroom and strips himself of his clothes, only to dress in one of Yoongi's sweaters that was way too big on him.

Jimin sobs into the sleeve as he breathes in Yoongi's scent. Yoongi always smelt so nice to Jimin as he collapses onto the bed. He curls up into a ball as he chokes out whimpers and sniffles up his running nose.

Yoongi groans as he walks into the house, worn out from the long day. He clutches onto the bouquet of red roses and cake box when he kicks the door closed with his booted foot. The house was quiet as always. Yoongi felt so bad coming home so late and leaving so early, only get a couple of hours of sleep a night. Sometimes not even any as he laid in the bed to admire his beautiful, petite husband. Yoongi felt bad for never spending time with Jimin. He missed Jimin with all his heart. He misses his bright smile that always made his eyes squint close. He misses the bubbly giggle that always warmed the room. He missed kissing Jimin nice and slow, tasting how sweet his tongue was against his own.