Save Me ➖ Yoonmin ff

Chapter IV

"Give me a kiss on the lips."

"W-what?" The answer of the mint haired boy took the younger by surprise.

"Feel the taste of your lips on the tip of my tongue is at the top of the list of the things I want." Yoongi singed the part.

"..." the younger blushed at Yoongi's statement. "I don't know... my thoughts are all over the place right now.. I'll see though." The younger smiled.

"Ok. Let me show you the bathroom and the rest." Yoongi was screaming inside from Jimin's statement.

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The bathroom was downstairs, behind the stairs. There was a shower and a bathtub opposite to the door. The walls painted in a white and purple marbled design and the floor were shiny tiles. The sink with a lot of space for shampoos and other decorations, a small window and a toilet. (Obviously)

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"Thank you so so much again, Yoongi." The younger placed a kiss on the mint haired boy's cheek and went in the room Yoongi gave him.

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It was almost midnight and Jimin wasn't tired at all. All he did was rotate in his bed until he heard banging and loud sobbing that sounded like it was right outside his door. He was scared to go out of his room, but he heard that it was Yoongi's sobs.

"Y-Yoongi? Are you ok?" Jimin kneeled down to be at the same height as Yoongi. The younger could tell he was drunk.

"Yeah... I-I'm so fine. Perfect. You have nothing to worry about, Jimin." The older sobbed while Jimin was hugging him.

"You shouldn't be drinking.. you know." The younger whispered.

"I-I think I.. like y-.." The older stopped. "You. Should go.. before I do something stupid and hurt you.. Just leave me. I'm ok." He knew how to smile through the pain.

"You.. whatever. Just go to bed." The younger placed a kiss on the older's forehead and then went back to fidgeting in his bed.

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The next morning they both slept past eleven a.m. because of the weekend. Yoongi was the one who woke up before Jimin, his head hurting.

"Fucking hell.." He muttered.

He went to the kitchen to eat breakfast. Well.. lunch, while playing on his phone. He remembered he didn't ask for Jimin's number yet. He'll do that when the younger wakes up.

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"Good afternoon, Yoongi!" The orange hair boy said to the older.

"Hey!" The older replied to him. "Do you want to go anywhere?"

"No. I prefer to just stay inside. Thanks for offering." The younger declined.

"Then what shall we do?" The mint haired boy walked to the sink to put the plate and leaned against the counter.

"Get to know each other better, maybe?" Jimin suggested. "I am at your house but I barely know you. So it would make sense."

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"..and I love chocolate. That's all I think." The older said, after hours of talking. Well.. maybe two hours, so not that long.

"So you like rapping? That's so cool. I cannot rap for my life." Jimin laughed.

"Don't say that." The older moved closer to Jimin. "You are probably not that bad.."

The orange hair boy blushed seeing the older's hand around his shoulder. "I am. Believe me."

"Ok. If you say so." Yoongi said, his head leaning against the younger's shoulder.

"By the way, may I have your number, ChimChim?" The older pointed at his phone on the table. The orange haired boy grabbed the phone and unlocked it, being shocked from not only Yoongi not having a password, but Yoongi's wallpaper. It was a picture of Jimin holding up a rose and smiling. The younger laughed, but found it really cute.

"Jim-" the older was cut off by Jimin. "It's cute." The younger said, pointing at the phone, then tiped in his number into Yoongi's phone, saved it and gave it back.

Jimin looked at the older taking his phone and seeing his cheeks all flushed red. "Cute.." he whispered, admiring Yoongi's facial features.

"Wanna eat something?" The older asked Jimin, looking down at his phone.

"Order some pizza and I'll be good." The younger said, getting up from the couch and running into his room.

He hopped on the bed and took one of the pillows and screamed into it, and then thought.

"How can someone be so beautiful?"

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