蓬鬆|fluffy°yoonmin

Fluff [29]

Yoongi closed the hood of the car with a huff, exhausted from having to carry the suitcases from the apartment to here.

“I should've helped.” Jimin frowned, standing behind him.

Yoongi pecked his lips. “It's okay.” he smiled. “I've got it, you get in.”

As the latter walked towards the passenger seat, Yoongi called after him. “Hey, you sent Holly to Hoseok, right?”

“Yeah, Taehyung said he'll take care of him. He loves puppies.”

“Okay.”

Yoongi ran a hand across the surface of the car, dusting off the grime. It was Namjoon's, who didn't really use it anymore, and hence had agreed to lend it to him. Again.

Anyhow, he climbed in at the driver's and was met by a hug.

“Thanks for doing this.” Jimin giggled, hands tugging on the back of Yoongi's sweatshirt as he enveloped them closer. Yoongi hugged back.

“Anything for you.” he smiled and kissed him once more. “You deserve a holiday once in a while. Plus, I wanted to spend more time with my amazing boyfriend.”

Jimin uwued.

“Where are we going anyway?” he asked, as Yoongi turned the engine to life.

“It's a surprise.” grinned the latter, gaze skimming over the tickets to the beach house that he had hidden in the dashboard. “You'll love it though.”

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Night had fallen.

Jimin had long since dozed off, after countless declarations that he wasn't tired, but the gentle rocking of the car in addition to the ballad playing on the radio, had been enough to lull him to sleep.

Yoongi glanced at his huddled form and smiled. The way his cheek puffed out from being squished between the seat and himself; the way his small hands clutched around the blanket he had draped over himself; the way his pink hair fell into his closed eyes.

The pink dye was fading off, with natural brown roots emerging from the top of his head. Yoongi made a mental note to remind him to redye them.

He had worn the leather jacket Yoongi had given him, claiming that he loved it and often wore it to sleep. Even though that was a lie and Yoongi knew it, the fact brought a warm fuzz to Yoongi's heart.

And right now, in the car, with nothing but a cheerful two weeks ahead, the soft voice of Lana Del Rey emitting out of the speaker, and Jimin's soft snores filling the interior...
..it was enough to make Yoongi very happy. Because as long as Jimin was safe and sound, he was joyous—

A sudden bright light cut off his view as a jeep rolled right onto the road in front of them. Yoongi sharply swerved to the left and straight into an old oak growing on the side of the gravel.

Just before the impact, Yoongi threw himself in front of Jimin, shielding his body from any harm, and the moment the car hit the tree, the one thought swirling in his brain was whether the pinkette was okay or not.

And then everything went black.

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a/n; i feel like i should warn you, the next couple of chapters include disturbing content :(

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