study with me ✎ m.yg x p.jm

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i knock on jimin's door, waiting a few seconds before expecting to meet his face, but am instead met by his mother's.

"hi, yoongi-ya. are you looking for jimin?" she smiles.

"yeah, is he here?"

"no, he said he went to go talk to his dance teacher about something, wasn't very descriptive about it, but seemed very... ecstatic." she sighs with a shrug. "if you want, i can bring you over there?" she offers.

"no, no. do you mind if i wait here for him to come back, though?" she simply invites me inside and i take it as a 'no problem'. she closes the door and heads upstairs, i go the same way but she goes to the laundry room and i go to jimin's room. i decide to look around at the photos and little memorabilia he had around his room.

i looked at the family pictures, and some pictures of him and i in them. i smiled as i also looked at birthday cards he had propped up on his dresser. i make my way over to his desk and find freshly opened mail. just as i thumb over an envelope to read it, jihyun surprises me from the doorway.

"hyung!" he runs up behind me and gives me a hug. "helloooo!"

"hey, bud." i smile, leaving the envelope on jimin's desk.

"jimin hyung's not here, you know." he eyes me from his eye height, which was nearly to mine even though he was just barely done with 9th grade and i was graduating in a few weeks. damn testosterone.

"i know, i'm waiting for him." i nod.

"oh, ok. let me know when you're done with him, i wanted to ask him something." jihyun asks and i nod before he leaves, a simple smile plastered on his face. "thanks, hyung!"

i decide to text jimin to see if he'll come home soon.

me:
babyyy where are youuu i'm at ur house and boreddd

i slip my phone back into my pocket and go over to his nightstand to look around. i find college brochures sprawled out over them, all of them dance academies, just like he wanted. i hope he gets into the one he wants.

my phone buzzes and i sit down on his bed, taking it out and viewing jimin's reply.

my jiminie:
sorry babyyy
i'll be home soon now that i know ur there, i just had to ask my dance teacher abt smth, no big deal :)

me:
ok, pls hurry i'm suuuper bored

my jiminie:
omw

i tap out of texts and begin to play a game on my phone that jimin had suggested. it was a block game but i actually wanted to keep this one, always angry at the 4-square brown block that usually fucked up my chances of winning.

i played it for maybe about 15 minutes before there was a knock on the door, the sound of it opening, jimin greeting his mother and then their footsteps back upstairs. jimin comes in and smiles as he sees me laying comfortably on his bed on my phone.

"hi, baby." he greets, coming to lay down next to me and i put down my phone on his messy nightstand, turning it off.

"hii~" i say, a bit tired now because i'd been laying down and wanted to take a nap now.

"did you need anything? or did you just want my company?" he pokes my cheek, giving it a kiss and making me smile.

"can we take a nap?" i ask, pouting a bit.

"sure, hyung." he says, turning his back to me and i move to become the big spoon.

soon, i'm lulled to sleep by his quiet, calm breaths and the smell of his conditioner.