"Be Nice" • Yoonmin •

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Jimin softly held his cheeks as he walked into the kitchen. It was 7am the next morning and Jimin was awake before Yoongi like always. Around this time is when he started to prepare breakfast.

But first, he had to put on a sticker. It was questionable which side it belonged to because Yoongi was kind of rude to the couple at the movies but he was only protecting Jimin while he was in one of his 'overly nice' moods. The word almost makes him shiver.

He would never see Yoongi as the protective type, especially not over someone he disliked as much as Jimin. But in Yoongi's head, he didn't dislike Jimin as much as he wish he did. He wanted to hate him for leaving his house a pleasant strawberry smell and greeting him to breakfast every morning but he just couldn't, he couldn't help but adore him. And it kept Yoongi up at night just thinking about this feeling that he wish he didn't have. But he did have it, and now he had to deal with it.

Yoongi climbed out of bed to go somewhere that wasn't his bedroom where he didn't just have to continuously stare up at the ceiling and think. He left his room, tiredly ruffling the untamed mane that was his black wild bedhead with his natural pout all the way down the stairs.

He let out a silent sigh as he stepped foot into his kitchen, then setting eyes on Jimin. The younger was squatting in front of the white poster, face buried in his knees as he played with a small shimmery sticker. Jimin huffed out before looking up at the chart.

Yoongi could have sworn he was looking at a piece of art. For the first time, the younger boy was dressed down. He wore black shorts and an oversized black sweater. He matched the same bedhead look as yoongi with his pink hair protruding and curling on random parts over his head, almost as if he's been he's been pulling at it for a while. He was surprised to see the boy looking so stressfully relaxed.

He looked around, noticing ruffled blankets on his couch. He never questioned where Jimin slept every night, because before that moment, he tried not to care. Now he realized that for the last couple weeks, Jimin slept in the freezing first floor of his house on an uncomfortable couch alone.

He wasn't sure if it was his dazed tiredness that numbed his thought process or just the utter will to help him that made him clear his throat, but either way, he did it.

Jimin's tired wide eyes shot towards him, almost in a scared kind of way. He relaxed a bit when he realized it was only Yoongi.

"Yoongi, what are you doing up at this time?" Jimin asked softly, his voice still raspier than it usually would be which was interesting as Yoongi had never heard it before. It was almost like he perfected himself every morning before Yoongi had even woken up. How much he'd probably talked to himself while fixing his hair to get rid of his blissful morning voice. Yoongi was truly overwhelmed by all of this new information.

"I-I..." He honestly didn't have much to say. Anything that he'd say would most likely be taken too hastily. In other words, he'd confess things that weren't definite just yet. So he tried to keep it neutral. "I just wanted some water..." He nervously scratched the back of his head.

"Oh. You can go back up then, I'll bring you some." Jimin offered. Yoongi wanted to take the offer but struggled to move his legs at the same time. Jimin continued to stare over at him, head tilting when he didn't move. "Yoongi?"

"I-I..uhm..." Now his legs decided to move. He started backing away until his heels had his the wall, in which he then nervously shuffled to stairs, hiding his red face. Jimin giggled quietly before standing up from his crouching position and making his way to the glass cups where he took one out and poured the elder a cold glass of water.