Roses - Yoonmin FF

seventh

  ↢ jimin ↣ 

JIMIN woke up to a gentle light filtering in through the window. He had a blaring headache and his throat felt tight like he had been crying. But he hadn't. He knew he hadn't.  

When he attempted to move, he felt locked in place, a warmth filling his body. "Ngh, Jiminie.. please stop moving, I just want to sleep," he heard Yoongi's sexy morning voice right on his ear and flushed a deep red. "H-hyung, can you please get off of me?" he felt Yoongi shake his head. "No! You're too warm, go back to sleep," he felt a soft kiss right behind his ear and his heart practically beat out of his chest. Yoongi laced his fingers into Jimin's soft hair, a purr like whimper leaving his throat. "For me?" he said when he felt Jimin tense.

Jimin sighed, shifting their position so that he was straddling his waist. He leaned into Yoongi's chest and his breathing practically stopped. He smelled so nice, like coconuts, old books, and burning fires. He loved the manly yet feminine smell and breathed him in. "Jimin, if you like my smell so much, just take my clothes and leave," Yoongi chuckled as he ran his fingers through the back of Jimin's hair, staring at his closed eyes. "You're so cute,"

"You're sleep drunk, Yoongi-hyung. Go back to sleep, please."
"As you wish, Your Highness." Yoongi shut his eyes and laid his head on the pillow, feeling Jimin's chest moving up and down on his. Yoongi played with Jimin's hair until he heard the soft snores of the younger.

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Jimin woke up, once again, feeling more drowsy and anxious than ever. Though, he didn't know the reason why. It was currently Wednesday night, the night after their stupidly hilarious party. Jimin loved the boys and definitely wanted to do that again. But... what exactly did they do? He couldn't remember. The only things he remembered was laughing very hard and feeling very embarrassed, maybe even a spark of confidence here and there. 

He heard his phone buzz nonstop, then immediately was wide awake. "Y-Yoongi hyung, I'm leaving, bye! See you in 2nd period tomorrow!" he picked up all of his items and dashed out of the door, muttering a goodbye to everyone in the living room before calling his parents. 

His mother picked up as soon he called, sounding exasperated and angry. "Jimin! You've been gone for like... two days! Why weren't you picking up your phone or answering our texts?" Jimin gulped before opening his mouth to speak. "And you lost one of your sweatshirts? Honestly, Jimin, you better be on your way home, I'm handing the phone to your father!" Jimin's eyes widened in fear and he protested, but his mother refused to back down. He let out a high pitched whine as he walked down the street, the stars hanging in the sky above him. Tears welled in his eyes as he waited for his father to yell at him. 

"Jimin." he heard his father's serious tone and shivered, lips pouting up a storm. "Get your fucking ass back here right now, you're being punished." Jimin gulped and nodded, fully knowing that his father couldn't hear him and what was going to happen when he got home. He let out a strangled cry before running through the streets, wiping his eyes occasionally and getting weird stares from the few people that passed. 

After he passed his school, he stopped momentarily, staring at the stream that happened to be right in front of the large buildings. Jimin wiped the snot from above his lip and sighed, thinking of Yoongi's protective arms and sultry smile, his cute little nose and cutting eyes. Everything about him was intimidatingly beautiful and Jimin loved him. He seemed to have a million different personalities, it intrigued Jimin.

He continued to walk, biting at the skin of his fingers, a bad habit he had picked up when he was anxious. The moon and stars shone down on his clothes that had been on him for 2 days, but surprisingly, he didn't smell bad. He just smelled like Yoongi. He breathed in the desirable scent, forgetting all of his worries for a second as he approached his house. His feet guided him to the steps, eyes closing as his shoulders rose with how much he was inhaling. The scent was driving him crazy.

He heard the door open and his eyes snapped open, being greeted by his smirking father in the doorway.

"We have a lot to do, sweetie pie,"

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lol sorry this is so short, i really havent had time to really write hAh

- vani
- August 4th, 2018, 9:29 PM