蓬鬆|fluffy°yoonmin

Fluff [24]

Four Months Later

Jimin ran down the street, panting for breath. He clutched the stitch at his side and, wheezing, pushed open the door to the little café/bookshop situated at the corner.

As the door opened with a ding, he went in.

“Hello, how may I help-- oh, hey Jimin!” It was Namjoon, standing behind the counter.

“Hey, I...do you have it?”

“Yeah.” Namjoon's hair were a soft brown now. He had dyed it recently, around the time he had quit his job at the grocery store, and opened his dream store. “Just came in yesterday.”

“Excellent.” Jimin grinned as he took the brown package from the elders hand, and waving a goodbye, ran out the shop again. Hailing a cab, he directed the driver where to go, and sat back. Hopefully, everything would go according to plan.

As the car stopped in front of a rather familiar building, Jimin saw the rest of them standing just on the front steps.

“Took you long enough, pinkhead.” Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“Gee I'm sorry, but I actually put thought into what I--”

“Stop it, you two.” Hoseok sniffed in disdain.

They made their way inside, up the elevator, down the hall, and stopped in front of the door.

“Okay, when I say three, we all go in--”

“We know.”

“Just making sure. Okay, one, two, and--”

“Three!” Jungkook yelled really loud and kicked open the door, screaming Happy Birthday, while Taehyung backed him up with a party Popper that went off with a loud bang, before spewing confetti everywhere.

“What the actual f--”

Jimin pushed to the front and engulfed his boyfriend in a hug, catching him by surprise.

“Surprise!” he giggled. Yoongi tightened his grip around Jimin's waist and twirled him around.

“Wow, thanks guys.” Yoongi grinned, still apparently a little shocked. “I don't know what to say.”

“How about you just be happy for once?” Hoseok patted him on the back and held the cage out for him. “Happy Birthday man.”

“Open it.” Jimin peeked excitedly over his shoulder. “Go on.”

A little tentative, the ravenette lowered the cage to the floor and slid open the latch. At once a tiny brown puppy ran out, barking excitedly and jumped onto Yoongi's lap.

“He just came in, and I didn't add him to sale.” Hoseok informed. “I thought that you'd really like him, since you were lonely all day in here with no one for company.”

“What's his name?” asked Yoongi in awe as he held the tiny bundle of fur up to his nose.

“I don't know, you pick.”

“How about...Holly. Min Holly.” The puppy barked excitedly, it's little yaps warming up the ravenette's heart.

“Also this.” Jungkook threw his badly wrapped gift, and Yoongi caught it. “It's from me and Taehyung, hope you enjoy.”

“Plus, this one from me.” Jimin held out his brown package too.

“You guys didn't have to...”

“We did.” All four of them said in unison.

-

It was late at night. Min Holly was curled up in his new basket, cuddled up in blankets. Mr. Pickles stood guard over him, situated on a nearby chair. The moonlight shone in from the window, and the gentle breeze rustled the translucent curtains. Out in the hall, the clock rung, indicating the time to be three in the morning.

Jimin felt an arm slide around his waist and a comfortable weight leaning over him.

“Why are you awake?” Yoongi's octave was husky and bedridden.

“I don't know. Something woke me.”

“Well, go back to sleep then.”

“No.”

He laughed, a deep chuckle, reverberating into the pinkette's ear. “Why are you like this?”

Jimin turned around so that he was facing the latter now. “You love it.”

“Okay, maybe.”

They lay in silence for a while, just admiring how the other looked illuminated by the moonlight, until Yoongi sighed and pressed a kiss to Jimin's forehead. “Sleep.” he instructed, snuggling into Jimin's neck and wrapping his arms more securely around him. Jimin sighed contently, hazily playing with the hair on Yoongi's nape.

“Hey Yoongi?” He whispered after a minute of complete inactivity.

“Mm?”

“Are you happy?”

Yoongi pulled away and stared into the matter's eyes. “Yeah. Why?”

“You're not...I mean.” Jimin cleared his throat. “You're not taking drugs anymore, are you?”

A flash of worry ignited in the ravenette's irises. “How did you know about that?”

“I wasn't snooping, I promise!” Jimin quickly defended. “Last month, you went down to the store or something and I was just cleaning when I came upon this d-drawer...”

Yoongi sat up, running his fingers through his already messy hair. Offering his hand to Jimin, he pulled him up as well and led him over to the said drawer. Opening in, he showed the pinkette the empty contents inside.

“You threw them out?” Jimin exclaimed.

“Yeah. You know why?” Yoongi's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. “Because of you.”

“What did I do?”

“I don't know. You're like a drug in itself.” Jimin blushed. “I'm not kidding.”

Saying that, Yoongi pulled the latter into an embrace, lips skimming over his jawline as they fell onto the bed again. “Now that that's out of the way,” Yoongi murmured. “Can we sleep?”

“Yeah.”

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a/n; yea theyre dating aND have had sum succ. Yall be happy!!

+ also the story isn't over yet, even though that's what it seems