I Want You ||YOONMIN|| BTS||BxB

✴13✴

Jimin is stretched out on his bed, legs resting across Yoongi’s lap. Yoongi’s laptop is resting on Jimin’s shins while he works. They’ve been sitting in silence for a while, Yoongi quiet as he replies to a shocking number of emails, Jimin staring at the ceiling and listening to the sounds of Yoongi’s fingers on the keys.

He’s not really in the mood for anything, especially talking, especially to Yoongi, but his mom had invited Yoongi over for lunch and Yoongi decided to stick around until he had to leave to work on something with Namjoon. Jimin had fucked up a move he should’ve known and gotten reamed by some of the older dancers for not practicing enough, and then, later, he heard a couple of his peers talking about how obnoxious he was, and it immediately shut down something inside of him.

“Why are you being so weird?” Yoongi asks, hands still dancing rapidly across his keyboard, his eyes on the screen.

“I’m not,” Jimin mutters. The sound of typing ceases for a second so Yoongi can pinch his ankle, and he’s lucky Jimin isn’t in a bad enough mood to kick his laptop right off the bed in revenge.

“You’re not talking,” Yoongi points out.

“Yeah, you’re working, it’s called being polite.”

“You’re never polite. You talk when I’m busy all the time,” Yoongi continues to call Jimin out. He stops what he’s doing to look over at Jimin and his scowl, “What’s going on?”

“I just had a bad day,” Jimin finally admits.

“You want to talk about it?” Yoongi offers and Jimin laughs, a foreign, humourless sound.

“Do you even care?”

He’s surprised when Yoongi looks at him, seriously, and says, “Yes.”

“Just… some stuff happened at the studio,” Jimin loses almost all of his hostility, sighing heavily, “It doesn’t matter.”

Yoongi says “okay”, and goes back to working while Jimin goes back to staring at the ceiling. He catches Yoongi glancing over, worried, at him several times.

“Do you think I’m annoying?” Jimin asks, sometime later, once Yoongi has finished his work and is just playing a computer game.

“Do you care what I think?” Yoongi replies.

“Yeah,” Jimin says, and he doesn’t realize it’s true until he’s said it.

“Because I’m your fake boyfriend?”

“Because you’re my friend,” Jimin corrects.

Yoongi looks at him for a long time, and Jimin can’t read his expression. Eventually, he decides, “No.”

“You say it a lot,” Jimin claims.

“I’m just teasing.”

“Really?”

“Of course. I’m here, aren’t I?” It’s not a lot, but it means everything to Jimin. Things have moved from Yoongi sitting around, cranky, a few times a week to appease Jimin and his mom to Yoongi showing up to hang out with or without the prompt of making their fake relationship believable and inviting Jimin out with him and his friends whenever Jimin was free.

Jimin doesn’t magically feel better about his terrible day, but he does perk up enough to talk about the cool game he and Jihoon beat the day before, and, after a bit, he even manages to explain his new dance routine without mentally berating himself for not practicing more.

Later, as Yoongi is leaving, he stops at the door and asks, “You want me to fight whoever made you feel bad?”

The offer makes butterflies tumble through Jimin’s stomach and he doesn’t understand why.

“You’d lose,” Jimin decides.

“I can fight!” Yoongi claims.

“He’s, like, twice as big as you. Like, 195 centimeters,” Jimin teases.

“Are you calling me short?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” Jimin confirms. Yoongi grumbles at him, calling him a disrespectful kid, but he’s laughing a little as he steps out and starts to walk away.

Jimin is just about to pull the door shut and, probably, go practice until his legs burn when Yoongi stops again and turns around.

'Hey, Jimin?“

"Yeah?”

“Don’t listen to anyone, alright? There’s nothing wrong with you.”

Jimin texts Yoongi at ten and invites him over for lunch, by his mom’s request. Yoongi doesn’t tell him that he just got off work and was only going to get, like, an hour of sleep until after he’s already agreed and showed up at the door, half dead.

Yoongi always shows up at least half an hour early, even though Jimin always tells him the right time.

He’s got bags under his eyes and he’s hunched a little, slumping into Jimin as soon as Jimin slings an arm around his waist.

“Are you okay?” Jimin asks, nervously, as he leads Yoongi towards the couch.

“I’m so fucking exhausted, I didn’t get to sleep yesterday and I just worked until nine,” Yoongi explains, and Jimin punches him, lightly, in the shoulder as they fall into the couch together.

“You should’ve just said no, I would’ve understood!” Jimin admonishes.

Yoongi shakes his head weakly, and mumbles, “No, no, it’s fine, I’m awake.”

'I’m awake’ is apparently code for 'not at all’ because it’s not three minutes before Yoongi is curled on his side with his head pillowed on Jimin’s thigh, fast asleep and Jimin, without thinking about it, petting his hair.

His mom returns from the store with their lunch half an hour later, peeking around the couch and looking worried as soon as she sees what’s waiting for her.

“Is he okay?”

“Yeah,” Jimin promises, looking down at Yoongi, “he just worked late.” He looks younger somehow. Not that he looks old, other times, but, carefree. There’s no worry, no irritation, his mouth slack and hanging open a little instead of set in a thin line, his eyes shut gently, his hair sticking up a little at the back where it was pressed against Jimin’s jeans before he shifted and turned his face closer to Jimin’s knee. He looks soft.

“He’s cute when he’s sleeping,” his mom says. She’s already gone before Jimin thinks that, as a boyfriend, he should probably think Yoongi is cute.

When he softly agrees, “Yeah,” unnecessarily aloud, it’s not because it’s his duty, but just because he means it.

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