Chickadee - A Yoonmin Fanfiction

Part 16

~Jimin~

I jump up and down in the middle of the living room, hyping myself up in an attempt to stay awake.

"What the heck are you doing?" Yoongi asks, his voice slurred with exhaustion.

"Winning." I laugh, feeling my heart rate starting to increase.

"Not for long." The photographer responds stubbornly. "Pretty soon that's going to wear you out, and then you'll be just as tired as I am."

To be honest, I didn't think I stood a chance against Yoongi when I challenged him to an all nighter. At first, the photographer went through a phase of dark concentration, determined to outlast me. However, over the past couple of hours, he seems to have lost his motivation.

"Holy shit." Yoongi says, his eyes trailing me in an unfocused line. "How can you still have this much energy?"

"It's barely 3:30." I laugh, reaching down to touch my toes. "Come on, I thought you said you were a night owl."

He pinches the bridge of his nose, blinking away sleep. "I am. I just woke up early this morning."

Unsatisfied with his response, I snatch a pillow off the couch, cuffing him on the side of the head in the hopes of rilling him up a little. I'm not ready for this competition to end.

"Stop it." Yoongi mutters, waving me off unsteadily.

I grip the pillow in both hands, an impish grin spreading across my face. Taking a step forward, I jab him quickly in the stomach.

"Jimin. I am warning you." Yoongi says, straightening up to glare at me. "If you do that one more time, you will pay."

I notice the way Yoongi's mouth pouts when he is tired. Hugging the cushion to my chest, I scurry past him into the kitchen. He turns, watching my movements with barely masked suspicion. Doing my best to straighten my expression, I pour myself a cup of water. "Don't worry, I won't do it again." I lie.

Too tired to pursue the matter, Yoongi faces back towards the living room, trying his best to get comfortable.

I wait for a few minutes, wriggling with excitement as I pretend to tidy up the counter. When I am sure he has relaxed, I tiptoe back into the living room, pillow in hand. Winding up, I thwack him solidly on the back of his head.

For a second, I watch his body tense up like a spring. "DO YOU WANT TO DIE?" He exclaims, vaulting over the back of the couch.

Giggling uncontrollably, I sprint into the safety of my bathroom, locking the door behind me.

"You are so screwed, you know that?" Yoongi laughs, wrenching the knob back and forth.

"You can't get me, it's locked!" I giggle, peeking impishly under the door.

I listen as he hunts around my apartment for a key. After a few minutes, the house goes still, and I am left in complete silence.

I stand by the door in trepidation, listening for the sound of floorboards creaking nearby, or the telltale intake of his breath. I hear nothing.

After a few minutes, I peek out into the hall.

Squinting, I realize that Yoongi has turned off every light in the house. Every. Single. Light.

I shiver with a mixture of nervousness and delight, peering out into the darkness. "Yoongi?" I whisper, my fingers clutching the doorframe.

Tiptoeing back towards the kitchen, I wait for him to show himself, my entire body tense in preparation. I peer through to the living room, searching for a human silhouette. "Where...where did you go?"