Love Me Like You Never Did (Yoonmin)

Love Me Like You Never Did

It was early morning, Jimin was in the middle of making breakfast when the doorbell rang. The boy's face quickly light up as he bounded towards the door. "Yoongi Hyung!" the younger exclaimed, throwing his arms around the elder's neck, and pulling him close.

Yoongi chuckled softly, pressing a quick kiss to the other's temple before stepping inside the apartment, dragging Jimin with him. He took a deep breath before lifting the younger's chin with a gentle hand, staring at him curiously. "Were you making something?"

Jimin's eyes grew wide, panic evident on his face as he turned, sprinting towards the kitchen in attempts to save his poor, most likely burnt omelette. "Damn.." he cursed softly, scraping the small edible portion onto a plate. "This is why I shouldn't cook" he mumbled, turning around to face the other with a pout; holding the plate out for Yoongi to see. 

Yoongi snorted and gently pushed the younger out of the way, starting a new omelette, "Give me a few minutes, I'll make you a new one you big baby."

Jimin's sadness melted away like snow in the spring, as he wrapped his arms around Yoongi's waist gently, pressing his face into the crook of the elder's neck. "Thank you Hyung. You're the best." Jimin murmured, pressing a short kiss to the underside of his jaw.

Yoongi squirmed away from his touch. "Do you want an omelette, or do you want to cuddle, because you can't have both." he asked, half-turning to glance at the other.

Jimin sighed dramatically but stepped away from his warmth, settling down on the counter next to him instead. "Fine... breakfast first then cuddles. I'm too hungry to turn down food, even if you're not the best cook either."

Yoongi hummed, "Breakfast then cuddles." he echoed. Ignoring the slight insult, he turned his attention back towards the pan, flipping the omelette effortlessly.

Twenty minutes later, they settled down on Jimin's small, worn couch eating omelets and nursing cups of coffee. The TV was on, but the younger was instead watching Yoongi eat, smiling softly as he watched the elder miss a piece of omelette that was clinging to his upper lip. Jimin's entire being wanted to lean forward and kiss it off of him, but he and Yoongi did not do that. Strictly platonic. The younger cursed his heart for falling for Yoongi after they had made this agreement. Yoongi doesn't do relationships.

Jimin was startled out of his thoughts as something prodded his side sharply, "Are you even listening to me Jiminie?" Yoongi asked, looking slightly annoyed.

The younger could feel his face going red."S-sorry Hyung.. Uh what did you say?" He replied sheepishly.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, placing his now empty plate on the small coffee table in front of them."I said, it's warm in here, I asked you to move over so I can take my sweatshirt off."

Jimin scrambled towards the other side of the couch in a rush, almost spilling his coffee in the process, "Yeah, yeah sure Hyung. Sorry". Yoongi gave  a  the smaller boy a strange look before turning away as he pulled the black sweatshirt over his head and threw it on the armchair next to them. Jimin couldn't help but stare as he did so, peeking at the small section of the elder's pale stomach. Jimin looked away as Yoongi looked back.

The rest of day passed quickly, Jimin curled up in Yoongi's arms as they watched movies. The younger stirred softly from his half-asleep state. "Hyung, stay the night please, it's later than usual and I'm cold. My bed's big enough for both of us." The elder seemed too out of it to disagree as he pushed against Jimin lightly to get him to stand. The two stumbled towards Jimin's room, slightly tipsy on the drinks they had with dinner.

Jimin had to kick clothes out of the way for them to reach the bed. On a normal day he would have been embarrassed as hell at the chaotic state of his room, but the boy couldn't find it in him as Yoongi's arm was haphazardly slung around his waist. They fell on his bed together, Jimin clinging to the other's warmth and they reshuffled themselves to get comfortable underneath the sheets. Yoongi's eyes shut quickly, his arm still around Jimin's hip loosely, his hair disheveled in front of his face. Jimin smiled sleepily at him. He couldn't help himself as he leaned over and pressed his lips against the other's lightly. "I love you Yoongi-Hyung" he whispered, before falling into a deep sleep, feeling safer than he ever had before.