divine ; yoonmin

act 8, scene 4

act 8, scene 4
promises

"JIMIN." yoongi padded into the living room after having taken a bath. he was draped in a lemon yellow sweatshirt and baggy gray sweats, his blue hair damp after towel drying it. "you have a very lovely voice." he sat down on the couch, avoiding jimin's gaze at all costs.

the younger of the two found it odd. yoongi was always able to confidently dish out compliments without getting shy, but there he was, palms under his thighs and cheeks ablaze. "thank you." jimin hummed, feeling quite good about what yoongi had said. he pressed his finger against a minor key, the tone ringing out and blocking the outside noise for only a few seconds.

their home was still cool and cinnamon scented, jimin holding on to the winter season of february as long as he could. yoongi, he found out, didn't like the cold all too much. he nose was a flushed color quite often and he'd rub his sleeve against it roughly, holding back any sniffles he had.

jimin had offered to shut the windows earlier before yoongi got up to bathe, but the older declined for a reason he knew not of. he supposed maybe yoongi didn't know either.

"min jimin," yoongi started again. his voice was low and gravely as always, but something about his soft tonality cancelled out the harshness he spoke with. "your laptop is needed once again." this time, he did turn to look in jimin's direction.

with the pools of the sunshine yellow sleeves bunching up over his knuckles, yoongi made grabby hands with his sweater paws.

it was a sight all too disturbingly adorable for jimin's taste. he shut his eyes tightly with a yelp of a squeal, not being able to conceal just how much yoongi's action affected him. his hand flew to his chest as he visibly winced, the cuteness striking him physically as well. "of fucking course!" jimin stood with declaration and determination set firmly on his features. "of course!" he practically yelled, storming out of the living area and into his room.

it was quiet after jimin marched away with his miniature giant "fee fi fo fum".

when he returned, he plopped down beside yoongi and sat the laptop on the older's lap. he opened it up and powered it on for him, quickly typing in the password he set up. jimin watched yoongi expertly maneuver his way around the device in a fashion even jimin wasn't capable of. "are you hacking something?" he half joked, looking up at illuminated yoongi's face.

at this point, he was just full on staring. he took in the cute way yoongi's dark brows furrowed behind the wisps of his blue bangs. he took note of the two small freckles on his cheek and tip of his nose. his eyes dipped to the cupid's bow that dipped yoongi's pretty lips and the way they were set in a permanent bratty pout.

it was all too much.

"where'd it go?" the disappointment in yoongi's voice snapped jimin from his daze. he looked at the screen then to help out with whatever was distressing yoongi so much and saw he was in his video documents. "what're you looking for?" jimin questioned, unsure as to why yoongi was there in the first place.

"when you gave me this in the bathtub—"

"don't state it that way, it sounds weird."

"i saw a video of you." he leaned in closer to jimin this time, whispering lowly as if someone could hear them. and jimin's blood stilled out of panic and embarrassment. he still wasn't sure what video yoongi had stumbled across, which was why he sent them all to his email then deleted the evidence from his computer files.

"i lost them." jimin said instead with a simplistic shrug. yoongi stared at him for a few moments too long, and it only got concerning when he failed to blink even once. it made jimin's skin crawl. "you're very bad at lying." yoongi said seriously, pulling away back to his side. finally letting out a breath, jimin's shoulders fell with relief when yoongi didn't press any further.

"min jimin, before we go to bed, you need to promise me something." yoongi pushed his hand out of his sweater and lifted up his pinky.

"for some reason, i feel i wouldn't be able to say no regardless." and so the younger turned to face dragon boy better. a serious expression had settled onto yoongi's features, and he continued to talk. "let's go more places tomorrow. i had funny today, i want to learn more." he shoved his hand closer towards jimin, wiggling his smallest finger.

"you're killin' me yoongs," jimin groaned and slumped back against the arm of the couch with a huff, "you really are." but he pulled himself back up and quickly wrapped his own pinky around yoongi's. a soothing feeling spread between them.

a smile was shared between the two; an illusion of hours rather then seconds. "bed or bath?" jimin asked, standing and pulling yoongi up with him. "bed. it's warm and you're warm and everything smells like you." he was unabashedly admitting all of this to jimin as if it didn't send an arrow of feeling straight into the younger's heart.

"i wouldn't be able to say no anyway." jimin sighed with a fond smile, leading yoongi to his room and reminding himself to go back and blow out the candles later.

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i didnt proof read this. i'm tired, sorry.