Shut Up || Yoonmin

One|| Moving In

•Word Count•
1004

Third Person POV

"Why are we doing this again?"

That was Yoongi. The cold and rough Yoongi.

"We gotta pick dorms," Seokjin told him. They were in the middle of a somewhat raffle. The seven boys had their names in a jar. Three boys had to pull out one name. Naturally it was oldest to youngest. Everytime a name was removed, they took out the name of who picked them.

They'd agreed Hoseok was to have his own room. No one could put up with 24 hours of sound effects.

Seokjin stuck his hand in the mason jar and pulled out a name. He smiled at the scrap of paper.
"Joonie!~" he cheered. Namjoon blushed lightly, his arms folded across his chest.

Yoongi was next. He sighed.
"Do i have to?" They all nodded in unison, he stuck his hand in the jar and pulled out the scrap.

"Fuck."

"YOONGI!" Jin shouted and smacked him upside the head, earning a chuckle from the younger.
"Who'd you get, hyung?" came Jimin's voice. The one person Yoongi didn't want to speak to.

He shot an icey glare to the shorter. Jimin gulped.
"He got m-me..."

Unconsciously, Taehyung took a step closer to Jimin and kept a straight face. It was Taehyung's turn. He got Jungkook. Of course.

And if you're wondering, our beloved boys are at a boba shop. Good thing they're regular customers because they cause a ruckus everytime they go.

About an hour later the seven boys left and made their way to the new house. It was a simple house, two-stories, sliding glass doors, four bedrooms, one studio. It was all perfect. Together they'd all pooled their money to buy it.

As everyone made their way to their rooms, Yoongi stomped instead. He didn't want to share his room with Jimin. Or anyone at all. He arrived to the room first and shut the door right in the other's face.

Jimin, on the other hand, was not having this. He banged his fist on the door, which was small but strong.

"GO AWAY."
"Hyung, you have to share," Jimin mumbled against the door.
"NO."
"Hyung..." he said helplessly.
"Jimin. I swear. If i need to say it again, i will punch you in the gut." Yoongi said severely.

Jimin sighed and sat in front of the door, leaning back. He fell asleep eventually.

Later that night, Yoongi had to use the restroom. He walked over to the bedroom door and opened it, making Jimin fall backwards onto the hard floor. He awoke a moment after and rubbed his head. Yoongi sighed, a flash of sympathy shone in his eyes. Then disappeared as swiftly as it came.

"Move," he commanded.
"Hyung, can you share the room?"
"I said move," he growled.
"I won't move until you let me," Jimin smiled up at Yoongi from the floor.

"Dammit Jimin," Yoongi cursed the younger and stepped back. Jimin smiled wider and brought his three luggage bags with him into the room. His face began to heat up when he saw the single king-sized bed.

Yoongi went to the bathroom like nothing was wrong. Jimin, however, stood there and stared at the bed. After a moment he came to his senses and started getting his pajamas on.

When the older came back, he returned to a shirtless Jimin. Jimin was struggling to put on the oversized shirt in his arms. Yoongi's cheeks began to heat up.

Finally Jimin got the shirt on and turned around, he smiled.
"Thanks for sharing with me, Hyung!"
"Shut up, minion," Yoongi grumbled and walked past him to the bed.

Once the older was relaxed he covered himself with the blanket and sighed peacefully. Jimin awkwardly made his way to the bed and layed beside Yoongi, his back to him.

Guess what.
Yoongi ain't having that shit.
He pushed Jimin off the bed.

"Sleep on the floor," he mumbled into the pillow.
"Bu-"
"I SAID SLEEP ON THE FLOOR"

Jimin sniffed. Yoongi was immediately overcome by feelings of guilt. He sat up, keeping a straight face.
"I'm sorry, Jimin..." he whispered.

Jimin was on the floor with his head down. He shook his head, a tear fell on the ground in front of him. Now Yoongi really felt bad. He got up and backhugged Jimin.

"I'm sorry. Stop crying...Ah, what should i do?"
No response. Yoongi sighed.
"Jimin. You can sleep on the bed..with me..."

Jimin turned around and sniffed again, this time he smiled slightly. Yoongi got up and layed in bed again, with Jimin following. The older slept with his back to Jimin and the younger faced Yoongi's back.

Around midnight, it got colder. Yoongi had the blanket.
Jimin, who was sleeping peacefully, woke up and started shivering a little. He tugged on Yoongi's shirt.

"H-Hyung, I-I'm c-c-cold," he stuttered.
"Too bad," Yoongi said, colder than the room.
Jimin clicked his tongue and huddled closer to Yoongi, making the older's cheeks heat up.

That Morning

Jimin awoke first and hugged the still sleeping Yoongi. He breathed in his scent and smiled. Yoongi started to wake up and turned to face Jimin.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Ah. Hyung, I'm sorry. I ju-"
"Shut up."
Jimin shut his mouth. A smile played at Yoongi's lips. It was amusing to have so much control over Jimin. He seemed almost scared of the older.

"Hm...Jimin-ssi?"
"Y-Yes?"
"Are you afraid of me?" Yoongi asked, the smile he was suppressing now decorated his face. Jimin gulped.
"W-waey-yo?" (why)
"Answer me, Jimin."
"Y-Yes. I a-am afraid of Y-Yoongi Hyung..."

Yoongi's smile turned into a grin. Jimin knew that face. He got out of bed and hurried out of the room.

Yoongi looked at the spot Jimin had slept in. The outline of his body was left since the bed was one of memory foam. He traced the silhouette and chuckled.
"Park Jimin. Why're you so fucking adorable?"