Paper Balls | Yoonmin

moving

Just four chapters left, guys :((

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"hey, yoongi?" jimin said as he walked into our bedroom. i was changing one of the bandages on my arms- well, trying to. it's kind of hard when you have just one hand to use. he sat down beside me and took over.

"what's up?"

"i was thinking... about moving? maybe closer to your mom? i talked to my grandma and she feels like it would be good for all of us to get a change of scenery, too."

"where to?" this proposition sparked my interest.

"up north, maybe? i just don't feel as safe here- after what happened the other day. i mean, even taehyung agrees with me. all of us could just... move up north! wouldn't it be fun, yoongi? with your job, we'd have enough. you wouldn't have that hour commute every day to and from work."

"you're right. but are you sure? you'd have to quit your job..."

"i'm sure there will be plenty of places wanting vets." he chuckled and brushed his fingers through my hair and then kissed my head. things were a little tense between us the day after everything happened but it's all okay now.

"did you talk to jiya about this? i know she's still really young and all but i don't want her to be stressed about going to a new school."

"she'll be okay, yoongs. don't worry. but, we have to see if we can even find a place up there. i can get an agent, too. i was doing some paruzing earlier and everything up there is so nice. really pretty."

"i know it is," i smiled a little and leaned back against the headboard, "i'll do some looking, too, on my free time. i don't oppose the idea at all. it's a good one, actually." i opened my arms and jimin cuddled into them. i closed my eyes. "again, jimin, i'm sorry about the other day. i really am. saying sorry doesn't even seem like it can express it. i regret all of it, jim. making you feel that way-"

"it's okay, baby. i'm not upset."

my heart lurched once hearing what he called me.

"how's kook?" i spoke up after a few minutes of silence. his injuries weren't bad but i know tae was really, really upset about it. he was worried out of his mind, having to wait outside the room while they stitched him up. it just about killed the poor guy to not be able to be with jungkook during that.

"he's doing alright. he's on tough pain meds but he's healing quickly."

i was glad to hear it. the two of us put jiya to bed and then returned to our own.

"tired?" he wondered.

"not really," i sighed. it's been hard for me to sleep, lately. everything just seems to hurt more while i'm laying down. jimin rolled over and carefully placed his leg over my torso and slung his arm across my chest. he giggled. i instantly knew what he was doing.

"tired yet?"

"you're such a dork." i laughed, running my hand up and down his side, "but i love you, so it's okay." the feeling of us pressed up against each other made my heart pound. he just makes me happy. there's no other explination for it. it just that feeling you get when you're cuddled up with the love of your life... it's a nice feeling.

"sleep now, jiminie." i mumbled. i smiled softly to myself. he makes me feel like we're teenagers again. so new to this whole "relationship" thing yet, it seemed so natural; so right. you make me a teenager, i thought and chuckled. i wish things will always stay like this.

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"jimin, you're practically pulling your own hair out." i huffed and grabbed the pen from his fingers. he's been stressing too much over things. i understand that he likes to do everything all at once so he doesn't forget to do or say anything but i don't like that. he needs to give himself a break.

"i'm fine, yoongi. just- just give me a second. i'll be finished in an hour or so."

"one. you said a second. i don't like seeing you like this. you've barely slept, jimin!" i was getting a little frustrated. not as much with him but more at myself beause i didn't know what to do- so he was doing everything. even if i offered to do someof the paper work, he would say it's fine and that i didn't need to.

"jiminie~" i whined.

"what?" he said in a bit of a snappy tone. there's two ways this could go: one being that he's get mad at me and lock himself in the guest bedroom all night or he'd completely melt into what i was doing. i was really hoping for the second option. luckyily, i'd put jiya down just a bit ago. i grabbed a blue pacifier out of a box and stood in front of where jimin sat.

"open your mouth."

"no."

"open your mouth."

he rolled his eyes and parted his lips a little. i placed the binkie in his mouth and he didn't spit it out. i'm not afriad to admit that i found it unbelievebly adorable to see him working on paper work but having a pacifier between his lips. i took a picture without him noticing.

i reached forward and pulled the papers towards me.

"yongidshopt." he mumbled.

"i want cuddles from my babyboy." i said, pouting. he just looked down and stratched the back of his head.

"please?"

he nodded and i smiled.

"up, daddy." he mumbled and reached out towards me. i grinned in satisfaction and leaned down to pick him up. this way, he'd be able to relieve his stress quicker. he won't have to think of all that stupid paperwork. it all seems a little unnecesarry to me.

"does my baby want to take a bath?"

"bath?" he mumbled from behind the pacifier. his eyes lit up.

"yes, sweetie." i chuckled. he nodded eagerly.

"wif me."

"you want me to take it with you?" i wondered and sat him down on the closed toilet seat. he nodded and lifted his arms, wanting me to take his shirt off for him. i pulled it over his head and discarded it to the counter.

"don' look." he said shyly as he began to undress. i chuckled and turned around to turn on the water. i grabbed the bottle of bath bubbles that jiya likes to use and poured them in. jimin likes them, too.

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(Two months later...)

i grabbed jimin without warning and carried him bridal style of the threshold of our new house. jiya giggled, wanting the same so i set jimin down and went back out. i picked her up and swung her around a few times as she laughed and then carried her across.

the house was still really empty but we loved it. it was smaller than our old one but that was okay. taehyung and jungkook bought the house next to us- soon expecting a baby of their own which we were all excited about. jimin and i secretly hoped it was a girl. jimin sent jiya to go begin unpacking her things.

"how much money do you tink we have left?" i wondered with a joking tone.

"sixty-nine cents." ah, he got my reference.

"heh, you know what that means," i wiggled my eyebrows suggestively and pulled him in by his waist.

"it means we don't have enough money for chicken nuggets." he pouted and then laughed. he stood up on his tippie toes and kissed me softly, "this was a good idea, huh? i really love it here, yoonie."

i hummed and played with his hair as he laid his head against my chest, "i do too."

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