I NEED YOU

hold me tight

"Jiminnie, gimme back my jacket!" Yoongi shouted across the living room. When their manager announced that they will have their day off, they slept all for solid 8 hours.

They just finished performing in a concert and when they came back home, slump bodies scattered everywhere. Namjoon recklessly trying to arrange his bed, only to found out he was knocked out right after stretching his pillow. Seokjin also tried to sleep in the bed he shared with Namjoon but he stumbled when he saw their couch inviting him sweetly to sleep there. He wanted to lie down in a real bed but yesterday was just a hell out of a day. He couldn't move his body anymore so he went straightforward. Hoseok can't be fallen asleep if he didn't take a shower before bed. And you know what he did. Jimin and Yoongi managed to wash up themselves properly before going to bed. However, didn't they know where Taehyung and Jeongguk go and they didn't give a damn shit about it because they were all too tired to accomplish a single word to discuss?

Jimin let out a laugh, "Hell no. I'm still using it."

A minute before Yoongi responded, "What the fuck, Jimin? It's my fucking jacket. You have your own down there."

Jimin pouted, those full lips going down straight from hearing it. He didn't respond, only to make matter worse, angry Yoongi walked to their bedroom. He stood in front of Jimin. He doesn't want to murder him yet. Not yet. Unless he really doesn't want to give it back.

Yoongi stomped, cross arms over chest, straight dark eyes pointed directly at Jimin. The latter looked up, only to receive a smack on his forehead. Jimin squinted from the pain. "Hey, why did you do that?" he tried to make it mad but he laughed it off.

He sat down when he didn't sense Yoongi talking. He removed the jacket over his head, with a sigh, giving it back to Yoongi who was waiting patiently for Jimin to put it in his waiting hand. "What's his problem?" Jimin protested a little.

"It's you, who have a problem." Yoongi spat back, crunching in front of Jimin, jacket on his lap. He smirks a little, "Why do you want my jacket? You have your own here."

Jimin really tried to avert his gaze but only Yoongi put his thumb and finger on his chin to hold him. Jimin helplessly looked into Yoongi's dark eyes, dusting his cheeks with lightest pink possible matching with his pink hair that slicks off onto Yoongi's sight.

Yoongi was about to ask him again a question when a voice interrupted them by the door, "Hey, hey. What are you two doing, eh?" they turned their heads to the direction of the voice.

When they saw him, Yoongi just rolled his eyes, "Not your problem, dude. Get away, I have some business with this man." He spoke with the authority that makes Jimin shiver at the mention of the man.

"Hey, Jeongguk, help me here." Jimin desperately put into his puppy dog eyes, pouting lips. "Please." Yoongi looked at Jeongguk, eyes darker than ever.

Jeongguk just sighed, "Get it over, Jimin, whatever you've done with Yoongi." He swatted his hand in the air, dismissively. And again looked at Yoongi with a curious look. "Hey, Yoongi, do you know where Taehyung is?" he raised a brow, a hand placed on either side of his hipbones.