Little Space

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It was finally the time for finals. Jimin was stressed to his wit's end, ready to pull out all his hair and bite off all his nails. He wasn't doing bad in any of his courses — he was doing pretty decent actually — but the anxiety always got to him. He would stay up reading until the early hours of the morning, only going to sleep earlier when Yoongi forced him to. He ate what little he could while reading and writing, reviewing pages and pages of notes after notes. It wasn't until he was laying on the floor of his bedroom, hair greasy and clothes dirty, eyes slightly glazed and mouth open, that Yoongi butted in.

"Jiminie," Yoongi said, squatting down to look at Jimin closely on the floor. "Get up."

"I wanna lay here and die, hyung. Let me rot on the floor in peace," Jimin responded blatantly.

Yoongi chuckled under his breath. "Come on, you're stressed for nothing. You're gonna do fine, baby."

Yoongi had graduated from college a few years prior. He knew what he was talking about. All the stress of the exams nearly killed him, too. In the end, he ended up doing fine.

"I am not stressed for nothing, hyung. This is my last year of college. If I fail, it's all over and I'll have to take another year and I won't get a good job or diploma and we'll never buy a house and have kids and grow old together," Jimin groaned, covering his face.

"Babe, don't be— You wanna grow old together?" Yoongi asked, a blush spreading along his cheekbones.

Jimin removed his arms from his face to look at Yoongi. "W-Well, yeah..."

Yoongi looked dazed for a moment before he cleared his throat. "Stop stressing out. You're gonna be fine. What can I do to make it better?"

"You could leave me to die."

"Then how would we grow old together?" The blush quickly returned on Yoongi's face.

Jimin snorted and sat up. "Maybe a date with a certain hyung could help."

Yoongi sighed. "Fine. But then you can't stress anymore."

Yoongi stood up and reached out his hand. Jimin took it, letting the elder pull him up.

"Where do you wanna go?"

~

After dinner, they decided to go back to their apartment and watch a movie or two. Yoongi was laying down on the couch, waiting for Jimin to come back from the kitchen and cuddle up with him. He heard a crash from the kitchen and wasted no time in jumping up from the couch and running to the door.

"Jimin-ah?!" Yoongi said as he ran through the doorway into the kitchen. Jimin had dropped the glass of popcorn kernels on the floor. The small yellow kernals were spread along the kitchen floor and the glass container was in pieces.

"Sorry, Daddy," Jimin said in a soft voice. He clasped his fingers behind his back and looked down at the floor, bangs obscuring his beautiful eyes.

Yoongi knelt down, taking his baby's face into his palms. "Did you suddenly get all small halfway through moving it?" He smiled softly.

Jimin nodded and moved his eyes away from Yoongi's. Yoongi tutted and tapped his fingers on his cheek to bring his attention back. "Daddy isn't mad. Go sit on the couch and pick a movie, I'll clean it up." Yoongi kissed his forehead before standing up.

Jimin beamed at him and ran out into the living room. Yoongi laughed and shook his head, wondering how he was so lucky to have someone like Jimin.

He started on cleaning. He successfully cleaned all the kernels, but when he moved to the glass, he noticed a few drops of blood on the floor. He cursed under his breath and stood up, going to the living room.