waking up to only find out you were gone forever hurt, like you were sending me on a march through hell and back.
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jimin shot up with a shaking chest, small hands gripping black sheets in tight fists as panicked eyes shot rapid around the room. the smell of breakfast cooking made his stomach rumble, but he was more focused on trying to figure out where on earth he was.
as if someone heard his prayers, a bare faced yoongi walked into the room, white breakfast tray in hands as he met the chocolate orbs of the younger with onyx irises.
"sleeping beauty has awoken i see." he smirks to himself, setting the tray on the side of the confused jimin.
a red floral plate held golden fluffy pancakes, syrup dribbling down the sides and creating semi pools around. a bowl of fruit accompanied the plate, as well as a smaller cuter bowl holding chocolate spread. jimin was so close to crying again from the acts of kindness; he had only ever got breakfast in bed when he was ill and a child, of course from his oblivious mother.
"no no, don't cry," yoongi grabbed the box of tissues from the bedside table, wiping underneath puffy eyes of the younger. jimin laughed and grinned, sweet aroma filling his stuffy nose. "such beauty should never drown in tears."
"yoongi you..." he grabbed the elder's cold hand, stroking the soft sugar skin with tiny fingers. "you shouldn't have had to do this for me..."
"ah," yoongi smirked, intertwining their fingers. tanned ones stark against milk, a softer smile adorned by the emotional jimin. "you're right. but i wanted to, see, there's a difference."
yoongi grabbed the glass of orange juice from the bedside table and handed the younger the tray. jimin felt his mouth watering from the addictive scent and aesthetically pleasing view of the food but... he's already fat.
he can't eat this. he needs to lose weight and this certainly won't help.
"don't ever say that again." yoongi looked stern at the again confused jimin, hand gripping the tanned one tighter with reassurance.
"huh?"
"you said you were fat. i don't know why you're lying to yourself, jimin, you're perfect the way you are," yoongi felt himself going soft and that was usually the time he avoided the person inflicting the emotions. "eating pancakes won't make you gain twelve pounds. it will just fill your stomach."
he made sense, complete and utter sense.
"okay hyung. i'll eat them." the elder smiled at that, a proper gummy smile.
