study with me ✎ m.yg x p.jm

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i'm listening to 4 o'clock as i write this... and i kinda wanna cry ;-;

i had decided to ask jimin about his demeanor lately this morning. in fact, i didn't know whether to call it morning or night, since it was 4:45 am. i wanted to wake up with him to surprise him, and use the spare key he gave me to get in since i didn't want to wake up his parents or brother.

i shut off my annoying alarm blaring from my phone that i set, quickly grabbing a hoodie from my floor to throw over my shirtless torso so i could walk somewhat comfortably to his house.

i tiptoed over to jin's room across the hall, seeing namjoon in the bed with him too. thankfully, they were clothed so i still wanted to approach jin. i shake his shoulder lightly.

"joonie... no..." he says, groggily swatting at my hand.

"i am not your boyfriend." i say clearly, making him open his eyes as much as he could manage.

"yoongi? what's wrong?" he rubs his eyes.

"don't get up. just... i'm gonna talk to jimin about how he's been avoiding me lately. i'm gonna go and wake up with him so maybe i can ask his sleepy self." i laugh. namjoon moves around and i watch as he wraps his arms around jin's waist, turning into the big spoon-little spoon positions.

"ok. goodnight."

"tell mom and dad where i am if they ask." i ask, making sure that even as he closed his eyes he would hear me.

"he will, yoongi hyung. now please let us sleep." namjoon mumbles against jin's neck. i hold my hands up in surrender even though neither of them can see me.

"goodnight, lovebirds." i left jin's room, shut the door and crept downstairs, sneaking out of the house to start walking the few blocks to jimin's house.

i walked along the chilly and empty morning streets in just joggers and a blue hoodie, cuddling into the hoodie's warmth because the breeze wasn't friendly at 5 am.

his house finally came into sight, but it was weird. there were lights on. trust me when i say that no one in that house wakes up before 7 am, considering it's basically my second home. i slowed my walk, eventually just stopping in front of the house and staring at it because it was another weird occurrence.

i watched as the two figures moved quickly through the lit up rooms, i caught jimin and his mom talking to each other, stressed, before jimin threw his arms up in defeat and disappeared from the window's view.

i started walking to the front door, my steps slow and cautious. i take a deep breath. why was i nervous?

i raise a hand to knock on his door, but as my cold fist is about to make contact with the door, it opens and i'm almost trampled by a stressed and tired jimin. he's dressed in comfortable but presentable attire, jeans and a sweatshirt with pumas on, a beanie over his messy pink hair. he looks at me shocked, and goes pale. i look down to the big object in his hand. a suitcase?

"y-yoongi? w-what are you doing here?" his voice is higher than normal, and a nervous laugh comes out with his words.

"i came to surprise you when you woke up... why are you holding a suitcase?" my words almost faltered. my heartbeat was rapid with nerves. he's not going anywhere, he would've told me. right?

"uh, i-i have to go put it in the car." he rushes past me, the lights of the car flashing and the back opening, jimin shoving the suitcase in there. he's about to rush past me back into the house, but i pull him towards me before he can avoid me.

"jimin, what are you doing?" i hold him by his shoulders, letting my hands drop to my sides after a few seconds.

"yoongi, i-i don't have time for this—" he tries to back away into the house, not even looking me in the eye.