Pretty | Yoonmin (DISCONTINUED)

twelve

"Hobi hyung!"

The older man wasn't given a single moment to recognize the boy standing outside the door of Taehyung's house before a familiar body crashed into his, arms winding around his waist.

"What are you doing here?" He asked breathlessly, his words skimming in soft waves over Hoseok's collarbones, and one deep inhale of the boy's lemon shampoo let him know just who had come to visit. Who else would cling to him like a little koala upon first glance?

He smiled brightly, a joyful curve of his strawberry, heart shaped lips, and relaxed in Jimin's embrace. He'd missed these hugs. He held Jimin close, basking in the warmth that bled through his honey painted skin and layers of soft, cotton sweaters like sunshine casting gold through windows on summer mornings.

"Jimin," He sighed, the stiffness previously residing in his muscles melting away. "I've missed you."

A gentle giggle, falling from his plush lips in cherry blossom breezes. It wrapped tightly around his heart, chasing away the panic and stress that had been clawing at his chest all week. Jimin pulled away slightly, just enough to meet his eyes. "I missed you too," He hummed. "Very much. But you know, it's only been-"

"Two weeks?" Hobi interrupted, quirking an eyebrow. "I'm all too aware. But as anyone would tell you, two weeks without our dear Jimin-ah is two weeks of pure hell."

"Aish," Jimin scoffed playfully. "You're exaggerating hyung. You've just missed calling me a dumbass and laughing at me for tripping over my own feet."

"That too," Hobi added as a second thought, nodding a bit, and Jimin scowled, slapping his chest. He chuckled, a low rumble in his throat. "But truthfully and honestly, I did miss you Jimin. A lot."

Jimin beamed, a breath taking sight that would wind anyone unaccustomed with it.

"Ah, hyung," He whimpered, pretending to wipe away a tear as he stepped back. "Are you going soft for me?"

"Shut up," He laughed, glancing down at Jimin's suitcase. He held out his hand, and Jimin immediately passed it to him, letting out a high pitched grunt as he heaved the heavy bag across the doorway, and slipped the handle into Hobi's fingers. "Come on. Taehyung is dying to see you."

He followed behind the older man, stumbling slightly on his way in. Thankfully Hoseok didn't see, and he righted himself, closing the door behind him.

Hoseok laid the suitcase down flat on the white carpeted floor once they reached the living room, unzipping it, and studying the neatly packed contents inside, surprise overtaking his features. "You packed this yourself?"

Jimin was almost offended by the shock in his tone. "No," He admitted sullenly, sinking down on the cushions of Tae's lavender sofa. "Yoongi hyung helped."

Hoseok turned to look at him, twisting around with slightly rounded eyes. "Yoongi hyung?" He questioned with the tilt of his head. "The person you're taking care of?"

Jimin nodded.

Hoseok tugged on his bottom lip with his teeth. "So...you two are getting along then? Tae called a while ago and said you told him he wasn't eating."

"Yeah," Jimin huffed quietly, his mind flashing to the night's of worry over the pale skinned man who refused to leave his room, stomach churning with discomfort, and eyes prickling at the thought of his aunt being disappointed in him. "He wouldn't for a while. For the first week. I was freaking out. I would usually just leave his food outside of the door and he'd give it back to me barely eaten...by Thursday I was so terrified I was doing something wrong, and I called Tae and spilled the tea. And he said Yoongi might feel uncomfortable eating in front of me, because then he'll feel like he doesn't have a choice. He said I should give him the choice. And I did."