Addicted | Yoonmin✔

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Oh, I'm a mess right now.
Inside out.

Yoongi tried to read the mailbox, and his heart almost leapt with joy when he read Park on the small box. He climbed over the small fence, trying his best to remain low enough so that nobody would see him. He didn't want to be shot or something.

“I stay awake till really late, I dunno why. I struggle to fall asleep. Around 12pm or so, I'm still awake and busy reading a book or something,” Jimin giggled.

And, as Jimin had said, the only light that was on in the house was to a room which had bright yellow curtains. Yoongi took a deep breath, hoping he had found the right house. He swallowed his pride, because he knew that he was actually over-stepping quite a few boundries.

And like the time you almost kissed him wasn't crossing any boundries​? The voice in his head told him. Yoongi quickly shut that voice up before Yoongi changed his mind. Yoongi walked to the window (thankfully, the window was on the ground floor) and knocked softly.

“Jimin?” Yoongi asked softly. He heard soft whispering from within, followed by rummaging. “Jimin, it's me,” Yoongi whispered again, knowing that Jimin might not be able to hear him. “Jimin?” Yoongi knocked once more.

The curtains opened a tiny bit to reveal Jimin's eyes, which first narrowed at seeing Yoongi before widening and tearing the curtain open. Jimin was smiling widely as he opened the window wide.

“Hyung!” He whisper-yelled, beckoning for Yoongi to climb in. Yoongi climbed in through the window with much care, the heat of Jimin's room enveloping him as soon as he stepped inside. Jimin immediately closed the window again, along with the curtain, before turning to his hyung. “Hyung, what are you doing here?”

Yoongi cleared his throat. “Sorry for barging in, I just need a place to charge my phone for a bit. It's a long story, but I got lost and my phone is dead,” Yoongi said, deciding to leave out the part about him almost having a one-night stand. “If that's fine? I know I'm probably over-stepping a boundary and I'm just the worse kind of hyung, but I'm really desperate and sorry...”

Jimin hugged Yoongi.

Tightly.

“Hyung, it's okay! As long as you're fine... Ah! Let me put on some music to drown our voices out.” Jimin let go of Yoongi and bended over to his laptop, plugging his speaker in before playing some music. Yoongi didn't recognise the music, as he usually listened to rap and hip-hop, but he liked it. Jimin held his hand out for Yoongi's phone, which Yoongi handed over. Jimin plugged his phone in to charge before sitting down on his bed, Yoongi sitting down on Jimin's desk chair.

“Once again, sorry,” Yoongi said. Jimin smiled sweetly and shook his head, his pink hair messy. His pyjamas were baggy: the collar of his shirt was large and fell down his shoulder to reveal the milky skin that stretched over his collarbone and Yoongi admired the dip the skin made beneath the bone.

“It's okay, you'd do the same for me. You're okay, right?” Jimin asked, furrowing his eyebrows. Yoongi nodded, looking away from Jimin to instead focus on anything else other than the plumpness of his lips.

“Yeah, yeah no I'm fine. Just almost did something stupid and got lost. I'll be on my way soon. Just want to charge my phone a bit. Oh, you know what, you could actually call Jin-hyung for me.” Yoongi pointed out.

“Ah, h-he might be asleep now...” Jimin gulped, his heart spasming. “W-why not spare him and yourself the trouble and, just, I don't know, spend the night here?” Jimin's cheeks turned pink, the voice in his head yelling at him, calling him stupid.