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

(bonus)*19*

*Months later*

It takes Yoongi four minutes of trying to stick his mom’s car key in the front door before he realizes that it’s already unlocked. There’s another two minutes of Yoongi standing still, head resting against the wood as he gathers the energy to make it inside. Normally, he’s never this tired when he gets off work, but, the first shift employee decided to be a massive asshole and didn’t show up and it took Yoongi three hours trying to contact his boss and other coworkers before he finally got someone to come relieve him of his position at noon, giving him a twelve hour shift. Most days, he’d be fine. Sometimes when he’s not busy and he works two nights in a row, he’ll sleep from the time he gets home until the time he has to leave for his shift. Lately, though, Yoongi barely sleeps at all. He works at night and Jimin’s so busy with practice, the windows in which they can spend time together are so minimal, Yoongi foregoes rest in favor of his boyfriend more often than not.

After nearly falling asleep standing in front of his house, Yoongi finally makes it inside and trips out of his shoes towards the stairs. He can hear the television blaring sounds of gunfire that doesn’t quite cover the voices of his brother and boyfriend shit talking each other while they fight for victory, but it takes him five steps to realize that it means Jimin is there, in his living room, no more than ten meters away.

He’s so exhausted he can barely think, but Yoongi still shuffles back down the few steps he climbed and, with eyes half closed, over to the couch that Jimin is sitting against.

Jimin doesn’t look at him, but replies to Yoongi’s mumbled, sleepy greeting with a bright, “Hey, babe!” Yoongi’s too fatigued to argue with the pet name like he usually would, but, thankfully not tired enough to admit how much he secretly enjoys the term of endearment. He’s pretty sure Jimin knows, anyways.

His gaze is locked, unwavering, on the game that he’s facing Jihoon in, but he doesn’t complain when Yoongi sinks against him. Jimin shifts naturally, not losing focus, to accomodate Yoongi dropping into his lap. He lifts his arms, controller in his hands, so Yoongi can lean against his chest. Once Yoongi is settled, head resting in the crook of Jimin’s neck, legs stretched out across his thighs, Jimin lowers his arms around Yoongi’s body until they’re settled comfortably around his boyfriend’s waist.

When Jihoon manages to kill Jimin, shifting the score from two/eighteen to three/eighteen, Jimin takes his respawn time to put down his controller. He forgets about the game for the entire fifty seconds he’s meant to wait, rubbing gentle circles against Yoongi’s hip. Yoongi’s even breathing, blowing softly against Jimin’s collarbone at regular intervals, suggests the older boy is asleep, but Jimin still asks softly, “Do we need to turn the sound down?”

Yoongi’s awake enough to mumble something about how it’s fine, he’s too tired for it to matter. He’s also awake enough to feel Jimin’s lips touch his temple just before his character revives and the game demands his attention. It takes all of Yoongi’s remaining energy, but he manages to lift his head enough to blindly kiss what he thinks is Jimin’s jaw, returning the gesture.  He can feel the happy laugh it elicits from Jimin.

Yoongi is still, just barely, conscious when Jihoon says, annoyed, “You two are disgusting. I’m moving out.”

Jimin laughs, again, but doesn’t argue.

Yoongi is, finally, nearly asleep, several minutes later, kept awake by Jimin jolting excitedly and forgetting to mind his volume when he destroys Jihoon in the game, thirty kills to four.

“Are you happy?” Jihoon asks. It’s soft, and curious. It doesn’t sound as if he has reason to suspect Jimin isn’t,just that he wants confirmation of what he already believes.

Jimin’s response is instantaneous, “I’ve never been happier.”

As Yoongi drifts off, he thinks, ‘me too.’