Little Space

funeral?

A knock floated throughout the apartment, effectively waking Jimin from his slumber. Jimin groaned before standing up, shaking his hair to tame the mess. He had no idea who the hell would be knocking on his door so late at night. He reluctantly made his way to the door and rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes before opening it.

Two men stood there in full suits. They seemed much too awake for the time.

"Can I help you?" Jimin asked, rubbing his arm with his opposite hand. He didn't have a good feeling.

"Park Jimin-ssi?"

Jimin nodded. "That's me."

"I'm so sorry, sir. We regret to inform you that your husband was hit by a car. He was apparently drunk and walked into the street. He was announced dead on arrival to the hospital. I sincerely apologize for your loss."

Jimin's mouth gaped and he stared at the two men and shook his head. "No. You're — No. Are you sure? M-My husband?"

The first man nodded. "He was identified as Min Yoongi by his wallet. That's him, correct?"

Jimin's knees buckled and he was suddenly on the floor. His head was in his hands and he was crying, sobbing. One of the men bent down and helped him to stand, but everything was spinning and seemed unreal.

"We need you to come down and identify him, sir."

Jimin's entire body was shaking as he cried, but he still allowed the men to lead him to the car.

~

Jimin stared at the casket in despair. Tears out of anger poured from his eyes People were coming up to console him, but he ignored them and continuously stared at the face of his husband. He fiddled with his ring to keep his expression straight.

He wanted to kill Yoongi. He was dead, but Jimin was so angry that he could kill him. He had gotten drunk and gotten himself killed. Jimin wanted to punch and slap him, wanted to hear his apology over and over again.

He wanted him back so badly.

Jimin started sobbing, face in his palms. Someone rubbed his back. He tried to shove them off but the arms were thrown around him, hugged him securely. He let himself cry.

~

"Jimin, sweetheart, wake up. It's okay. It's just a dream, Jiminie."

Jimin finally opened his eyes. His face, mainly his cheeks, was so sore. He rubbed at his damp face, struggling not to cry as the memories swarmed his mind. He knew he was awake, but there were still warm arms wrapped around him.

"Jimin, baby, what were you dreaming about?" Yoongi asked softly, petting Jimin's hair to comfort him.

Jimin just sobbed and shook his head. He shoved Yoongi off of him and bawled into his hands.

"Jiminie..." Yoongi tried, moving his hand up to touch Jimin's face.

"Don't touch me! I can't fucking believe you!" Jimin yelled, trying to move away from the elder. He couldn't bring himself to stand.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Yoongi asked. His eyes opened wide in shock.

"You! You fucking idiot! You got hit by a car! You died! What the fuck?!" Jimin blinked and covered his mouth. He realized what had truly happened and his face dropped in embarrassment.

Yoongi burst out into giggles. His eyes crinkled and he rolled onto his back, hugging his stomach as he dissolved into laughter. "You're mad at me for dying in your dream?"

Jimin groaned and fell back against the bed. Yoongi kept laughing as kissed his cheek. Jimin covered his face and shrunk down under the blankets.

"'M sorry," Jimin mumbled. He rubbed his face angrily and whined. The kisses from Yoongi were making his head spin.

Yoongi just chuckled. "Awww, baby. You'd be that sad?"

Jimin growled. "Sh-shut up. You got drunk and got hit by a car. Drunk, Daddy! Had to go to your funeral, Daddy." Jimin threw his arms over his eyes. "Was so bad."

Yoongi giggled once more. "I'm sorry for dying in your dream, baby."

"You better be." Jimin's voice got softer as he got sleepier. "Mmm... But, Daddy, we were married in my dream. So that was nice."

Yoongi hugged around his middle and snuggled up to him. He sighed happily just to tease his boyfriend. "You're still so pretty when you cry."

"You said when you saw me cry the first time," Jimin mumbled. He removed his arms from his face and looked down at Yoongi. The elder looked up with a gloriously happy look in his eyes.

Yoongi shrugged. "It's true."

Jimin smiled. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back to rest on his pillow. "Daddy? Can you promise me somethin'?"

"Hm?" Yoongi responded, still looking up at Jimin. Jimin ran a hand through his dark hair absentmindedly. Yoongi took his chance to close his eyes as well and relax at the feeling of Jimin's fingers in his hair.

"Don't get drunk 'n walk into the street."

Yoongi snorted and cuddled up to him again. "I'll try not to, but I do what I want."

Jimin laughed momentarily and fell asleep again with the comforting weight on his stomach.