" what the fuck , jimin?" a groggy yoongi, grumbled over his phone at four in the morning.
" yoongi," jimin replied, voice laced with urgency. the tone of jimin's voice instantly woke yoongi up. " what is it?" yoongi asks, concern creeping into his voice. " do you remember that project we did about three days ago that was worth like 25 percent of our grade but we did the whole thing the night before so I ended up having to sleep over?" jimin nervously continued. " did you call me at 4 in the flipping morning to remind me of-" yoongi started, but was interrupted by jimin.
" do you still have a clifford stuffed toy?" jimin quickly blurted out, eyes wide. on the other end, yoongi's eyes widened. " it's red and like small," jimin continued , unaware to the turmoil yoongi was facing. " jimin, i think it's under the bed," yoongi stopped him. jimin practically shrieked. " yoooonnngggiiiiiiiiiiiii. i need my precious," jimin cried," i haven't slept in three days without him."
yoongi knew what he had to do. it din't mean he had to like doing it. " okay. i'm going to your dorm just stay put okay," yoongi said, cutting the call .
And that's how 15 minutes later , a disgruntled yoongi was standing in 20 degree weather holding a stuffed toy knocking at jimin's door. the door swung open and the look of pure joy on jimin's face made it all worth it. "you're here ," jimin exclaimed, grabbing the dog for a hug. yoongi watched, with adoration, as his boyfriend cuddled with the stuffed toy. " well, i'm going to sleep," jimin said, sleep finally winning the battle. yoongi headed for the door when he was stopped by a voice. " where are you going?" jimin asked, voice heavy with sleep," i'm cold. let's go to bed," jimin says as he weakly grabbed yoongi's sleeves.
"okay, sweetheart."
And yoongi might have cuddled with that damn toy but if you every ask him, he'll deny it.
A/N loosely based on a sleepover for science fair
