Dating My Bias Wrecker. |Yoonmin|Complete

💚25~Where is my child?💚

Jimin was sat on the bench, the moon was still high up in the sky, he looked like he waited there for awhile. He seemed to know his wait was over when the sun began to rise in the distance. Hues of oranges and yellows.

"Pst."

He turned around to look for the sound, the disruption in the harmony that is nature.

"Pst."

In the distance he could only see a small figure of a man, his skin glowed in the light. He realised he was holding something in his hands 'MG' it's initials read before the letter disappears.

"Pst."

Jimin's eyes opened slowly, he was embarrassed because he realised he was drooling on Yoongi's pillow, he was snuggled under the older arms. Was it wrong to like how his long fingers felt on his waist?

"Pst."

Jimin looked at Yoongi, who was still asleep. He turned around and was faced to face with Mrs Min.

"Good you're awake." She whispers. "Get up we have work to do."

"How about Hyung?" Jimin asks, he was still a little tired and he didn't know what happened last night or what time they went to sleep.

"My child sleeps like a log, come on." She laughs.

He rubbed his eyes, and slowly slipped out of Yoongi hold, following Mrs Min to the garden. It looked like she set up circuit training. There were ladders and hoops on the floor, and was that a climbing frame? He didn't remember seeing this all yesterday. Mrs Min had a whistle in her hand and she blows it. This catches Jimin's attention. The sun was just rising like in his dream. He gulps when she passes him a hoop.

"Now get to it." She yells, picking up the whistle again, and the sharp sound fills the air.

Jimin listens and begins swinging the hoop around his hips, he didn't know what time it was but he didn't question.