Pretty | Yoonmin (DISCONTINUED)

thirteen

When Jimin returned, all cherry red cheeks and breathless laughter, he greeted Yoongi the same way he always had. A floaty hello wrapped in clouds, a bright smile making his eyes disappear in the most endearing way possible. Except, the warm and constant touch of his friends had tricked his mind back into old habit, and without thinking, he wrapped the older up in his arms, tugging his thin, unsuspecting body into the warmth of his chest.

Yoongi's lips parted, a tiny noise of shock escaping his throat.

What the fuck...

Somehow, those were the only words he was able to think, over and over in a loop, lost in the haze of his confused and...dare he say it...flustered mind.

The younger was warm. He'd known that already from their slight physical interaction, his fingers tapping his shoulders, their hands brushing, but he hadn't known his embrace could be this...heavenly.

He was like a human heater set on just the right temperature, the excited breath against his ear lingering with the fresh memory of beaming faces and inviting arms, and he was soft. He seemed to sink into him, his arms clinging tight around him, like a koala, holding him as though he were the single most precious thing in the world, his intoxicating, incredibly sweet scent invading his senses quickly and without warning, leaving him dizzy. His fluffy, dyed hair brushed over his rosy cheeks, which may have annoyed him at any other time seeing as he was actually a little ticklish, but not at that moment. Jimin had a way of making everything impossibly captivating.

His hugs were lovely.

And Yoongi couldn't muster the strength to push him away.

"How are you hyung?" He asked gently when he'd finally stepped back far enough to look him in the eye. His hands remained on his shoulders, and Yoongi frowned a bit, desperately fighting the heat rising to the surface of his skin.

Jimin's eyes were concerned in a way Yoongi hadn't seen a while. A slight crinkle between his brows, a little waver of worry behind those pretty pools of rich brown.

He supposed it was because the two had only shared one brief Skype call over the two day period of Jimin's absence.

He'd already had the younger's information, but he felt the need to give it to him again, just in case. He'd called first on Saturday night. It was actually later than Yoongi had expected a call from him. He had just woken up from a nap, albeit a rather terrible one.

He'd answered his computer's incessant ringing reluctantly, rolling onto his stomach, bundled in his blankets in a cocoon, protected from the world, sound muffled by the thick blankets.

But his safe bubble of silence was immediately broken when Jimin's beaming face came into focus.

"Jungkook you god damn brat! Give me my fucking food back!"

He winced, slapping his hands over his ears as someone's loud, angry shouting burst through his speakers, immediately followed by wicked and taunting laughter. No one else was on screen, but he could tell Jimin was somewhere busy. He too was lying on his stomach, seeming in front of his couch. He was dressed in a pair of adorable pastel pajamas with little ice cream cones on the fabric, and his hair was all cute and disheveled in front of his eyes bursting with joy but also apology. A soft smile laid lazily on his cherry lips. He waved adorably with his small hand, and Yoongi's heart did some sort of weird flip. He ignored it, punching his chest lightly.

"Sorry hyung," Jimin said, his voice louder than usual in the noisy atmosphere, but still possessing its usual gentleness. It slightly dulled his irritation. "We're having a sleep over at Tae's house, so all the boys are here."