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Pillow Castles

Authour: mintsoda

Retrieved from: Ao3

Words: 7195

Ship: Jimin×Yoongi

Summary:

"Jimin presses his lips into a thin line, swallowing dryly, his heart clenching with love and adoration for Yoongi who has built him a veritable fortress – one made out of blankets and cushions and bed sheets."

Yoongi builds Jimin a sanctuary to spend his heat in.

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Jimin's pre-heat symptoms have started almost a week ago already.

His heats come irregularly, but he usually notices how he starts to become clingy and cuddly whenever it approaches. It was at the beginning of the week that the symptoms started but he started oozing pheromones aplenty only yesterday. He knows that he made it difficult for Yoongi to sleep, but he just didn't want to leave his side for only a minute during the night. It's cruel enough that, since he couldn't plan much beforehand, he still has to go to work a day before he will definitely go into heat and it is horrible.

He has to dodge unmated alphas all day long and he knows he is being standoffish and snappish even to his friends, but for some reason, he is just so easily irritated by every little thing and he just wants to go home and crawl into Yoongi's arms and never let go again.

He's so glad when he finally steps through the door to their flat, so ready to be taken care of and being spoiled by his mate.

He takes off his coat and his shoes before he starts looking for Yoongi who should be home already. He follows his nose and walks through the living room in order to reach their bedroom. When he passes the open kitchen area he can see mountains of food piled up on the counter. He raises his eyebrows but doesn't pay it any mind, is too tired and exhausted to wonder, and his heat is slowly starting to get to him, his body temperature rising by the minute.

He grabs the hem of his shirt with his thumb and index finger and flaps it a few times to fan himself and cool himself down a little – with short-lived success. He huffs but when he stands on the threshold to their bedroom he finds Yoongi in there – building a nest on their bed.

Jimin's eyes widen.

Their bed has been pushed into a corner so that it's surrounded by as many walls as possible, and there are linen sheets hanging from the ceiling creating a roof over the bed. Fairy lights are dangling from where Yoongi has fastened the linen on the ceiling and there are unscented candles on the dressers and on the shelves ready to be lighted.

The night stand is adorned by beautiful white, pink and lilac flowers that Yoongi must have undoubtedly bought today because they look so lush and vibrant they must still be very fresh. Baby wipes, lotion, his favourite pink plug, a bottle of water and a little bit of chocolate are laid out as well. Jimin's gaze wanders to Yoongi's big oversized sweaters he has lined up next to the bed, mostly Jimin's favourites: the large cuddly black one, the soft grey one and one big white T-shirt Jimin will certainly drown in.

Jimin presses his lips into a thin line, swallowing dryly, his heart clenching with love and adoration for Yoongi who has built him a veritable fortress – one made out of blankets and cushions and bed sheets.

His mate is currently rearranging and fluffing the pillows, scenting the soft blankets by rubbing his face and neck against them. In fact, it smells like Yoongi everywhere in the room and a wave of heat trickles down Jimin's spine.