| Whiskers || Yoonmin |

Ch8 ~ The most beautiful thing...

Jimin dogged at Yoongi's heels, watching with a curious eye as Jin slurred all sorts of nonsense to the younger boy's right ear, supporting him by the arm. He watched as Jin and Yoongi trudged up the stairs and the look Yoongi would unknowingly shoot at Jin every time he felt the older boy trip on his own two feet. Jin was an incredulous creature without the need of alcohol, he was absurd enough with his constant dad jokes and demanding personality. The kind of nagging he permitted both his best friends to was enough to say he was the most stubborn, non-biological mother the two could ever care to put up with. With added alcohol to his system, Yoongi was almost helpless to the fact that he couldn't take advantage of those plump lips. Almost.

When the two boys had reached Jin's room, Jimin ambled into his sanctuary as he observed the ornaments of the room. Jin had a load of Mario plushies, posters, merchandise all splayed around his room. Jimin rolled his feline eyes, how a little man in a red and blue jumpsuit could jump that high and be underwater for that long, was beyond his catlike understanding. Why Jin loved him so much was another scientific question altogether, the room was abundant with Mario figurines, posters, a Nintendo DS, he bet that if he opened Jin's closet – he would find a thousand more Mario T-shirts and Mario apparelled clothing. His sheets at least, thank God, were a normal beige colour with the exception of his white pillows and mahogany brown rug that laid underneath the twin bed in the middle of the room.

But what caught Jimin's eye in particular was the collage of pictures, above Jin's bed as it hung on the hardness of the wall. Pictures of him, Namjoon and Yoongi all from when they were growing up as children, about twenty altogether if he estimated accurately enough from where he was standing in the doorway. There was a picture of the three of them on the first day of kindergarten, their first day of elementary school, their first day of high school, Jin's 7th birthday. A myriad of memories plastered on a board, collaged and decorated with a picture of what they looked like in the present day. Pink, brown and blond adorning the strands of their hair. Each of Jin's pictures showed Yoongi with a different hair colour starting from when they were about 15, mint green, orange, bubble gum blue, deep brown and of course, the signature ebony. Yoongi might have killed his hair in that time but it he was lucky his scalp was strong enough to withstand the kind of damage he had submitted it to.

"We're all stars..." Jin mumbled as his unconsciousness claimed him for the early hours of the day. Jimin watched his human again, turning back to face the older boy now tucked into bed as he murmured incoherent speech. He tried hard not to look away from him as he gazed down at Jin, pretended the painful pang in his heart was nothing more than just another regular beat of his coronary organ.

It was a long time before Jimin decided to amble over and rub his head into Yoongi's left rib, sleepy again and longing for the warmth of Yoongi's lap. "You followed me up here, huh Chim?" Jimin purred. "tired?" he put a hand in between Jimin's ears and stroked gently, the feline gladly leaned into the touch and closed his eyes with pleasure. Yoongi pulled him into his lap and sat with his back to the two comatose individuals on the bed. Jimin closed his eyes again, laying with his head against Yoongi's stomach, wondering if Yoongi would ever look at him that way...

~☆~

Yoongi woke up the next morning with an ache in his neck as the light of the sun started invading Jin's room, the peak of the rays barely letting any darkness engulf the room. It was almost as if the light was hogging the expanse of Jin's childhood room, saying 'it's my turn now.' Yoongi felt the bones of his neck crack as he rotated his head painfully, cod liver oil was definitely a need. He winced at the ache, a consequence of the awkward way he had fallen asleep with his back against Jin's bed and his head hanging forward.

Jimin stirred awake and stretched comfortably in Yoongi's lap. He hadn't moved from his position since he'd found sanctuary in it just hours before, and Yoongi could feel the crippling agony both in his neck and joints, as a result of his lack of movement. "Morning already?" he meowed as Yoongi instinctively stroked the back of his head, eyes drifting closed again.

"Fucking hell," Yoongi cursed under his morning breath, the taste of beer clinging to his tongue. "Yah... Jin, Joon..." he reached his free hand behind him and smacked a hefty hand to Jin's knee... more accurately put, what he thought was Jin's knee. Jin groaned in frustration.

"Jesus Yoongi!" Jin fucking screamed at the top of his lungs. "I have a fucking hangover already! You had to make the other head ache too!" Jin smacked Yoongi's hand away from the crown jewels and cradled them as he hissed in pain. "YAH! IS IT YOUR LIFE'S MISSION TO PREVENT ME FROM HAVING CHILDREN?!"

"Oh, shut up!" Jin flinched back at the sudden impact of Yoongi's booming voice. "It's barely fucking 7am, I'm not dealing with your bullshit right now." He grumbled, apparently loud enough for Jin to flinch back with a grunt.

"Why are you shouting?!" the heavy ache in his head hitting him like a tonne of bricks as Yoongi's bedroom voice hit his ears.

"Who started it?!" Yoongi yelled, louder now.

"I think my balls deserve an apology!"

"What is all this ruckus?" Namjoon rose from where he laid on the other side of Jin's bed, blond hair scruffier than the drunken night before. The dishevelled clothing that hung from his frame exposing his tanned shoulder as he rubbed the outer corner of his eye with a long, delicate ring finger.

"You can thank this fucking mess for being in the centre of it." Yoongi lifted Jimin off his lap and carried him to the bathroom, stumbling from lack of sleep as he held the feline in his limp arms. Dangerously cautious.

"I can fucking hear you, dipshit." Jin massaged his temples, the agony taking a toll on his attitude. His head ached, both of them and he only had his potty mouth of a best friend to thank for it.

"Good," Yoongi mocked. "you heard me not giving a shit then." He shut the door to the bathroom across the hall and placed Jimin on a closed toilet seat.

"It's nice to know we're all getting along on this fine morning." Namjoon hummed as he collapsed back on the bed. "Do you remember anything from last night?"

"I..." Jin started, his leg bouncing on the mahogany rug under his toes to somewhat ease the pain in any sort of illogical way. "...I remember Yoongi being a dipshit about us being drunk, and carrying me up to my room."

"Definitely one for the scrapbook..." Namjoon slurred sleepily.

Yoongi set Jimin down on the closed toilet seat and stretched his neck some more, arms reaching up to the ceiling as he felt the bones that held his body together, crack into comfortable rhythm, relieving the ache of awkward sleeping positions. He blamed no other than his two best friends who got pissed drunk and hogged the bed.

He looked at himself in the mirror for a second, his reflection baffling him as he observed the brown, crescent shape abominations under his eyes. They resembled two dark bin bags. "Jesus Jimin, my under-eyes look like a mess." He rubbed his eyes with the tips of his middle fingers.

"Look at it this way," Jimin meowed. "At least now the girls in your school will be jealous of those monstrous things, they're bigger than any other sets of bags I've ever seen. And that includes mom's Louis Vuitton and Jimmy Choo handbags." Jimin giggled as he admired how Yoongi's hair had stayed perfectly messy despite staying in one position all throughout his slumber.

"Am I still pretty?" Yoongi asked no one in particular. Do you know how a cat says, 'I love you'? They narrow their eyes, dilated pupils as they gesture it.

"The most beautiful thing on two legs..." Jimin tapered his eyes so they were nearly closed, if only Yoongi could hear him when he said things like that in the comfort of his mind...