Pretty | Yoonmin (DISCONTINUED)

fourteen

"Yoongi?" Jimin muttered sleepily, the syllables drawling and slowing on his tongue, muddled by his tired mind and murmuring lips. He felt like his blood was made of syrup, and as he lifted his heavy head to meet the mildly concerned gaze of the slightly shorter man hovering over him, Yoongi could see his exhaustion. His eyes were coated in a dazed film, and his vision seemed to waver, as his focus shifted from Yoongi's face and bounced about the room. He seemed to be struggling to hone in on one thing.

It had been hours since Jimin had last seen his hyung. That Monday, he'd been assigned a rather daunting task in his literature class, and had been slaving away tirelessly, determined to make a good grade, and further prepare himself for finals at the end of the year. It had been two days, and he supposed he may have pushed himself a little too far.

He pushed himself up slowly, groaning as his muscles ached in protest. He heard Yoongi snort, and he turned his head with a lazy pout upon his plump lips. "What's so funny?"

The corners of Yoongi's candy stained mouth quirked up a bit, and he gestured towards Jimin's sleepy face.

You fell asleep on your laptop. The keyboard left a mark on your face. He signed, and Jimin jumped, grappling for his phone and switching it to the camera, ignoring the barrage of text messages he had from his friends back home. Just as Yoongi had said, his squishy cheeks were flushed pink, and one was imprinted with the keys on his computer. He rubbed at his seamless, heated skin, frowning gently.

"Mm," He murmured, his lashes dipping over his doe like eyes. He looked around, almost seeming lost. He smacked his lips together, squinting at his computer screen, which had dimmed to darkness. He ran his fingertips over the mousepad until it turned back on. "What time is it...?"

Yoongi rolled his eyes, his button nose wrinkling as he tapped Jimin's shoulder. He blew a few strands of his dyed blue bangs out of his face, staring at him in an unimpressed manner.

That's why I woke you up, he signed exasperated. It's 1:40.

Confusion layered itself over his soft features, brows furrowing adorably as he struggled to process the information. He tilted his head.

"1:40..." He repeated, his words floaty and tired. Yoongi couldn't help the amused smile that stretched over his lips. "What's at...oh fuck!" Jimin cried, sudden alarm overtaking his poor, exhausted heart. Panic seared his chest, and he pushed away from his desk so abruptly that he almost fell backwards.

Congratulations genius, Yoongi mused, watching with sparkling eyes as the younger scrambled to his feet. You figured it out.

Jimin slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand, exhaustion ebbing away to make room for guilt and anxiety. He shot Yoongi an apologetic look as he searched the bedroom for his sneakers. "Sorry hyung, I lost track of time."

Evidently, Yoongi replied. Just hurry up. I don't want to be late cause of your clumsy ass.

Jimin scoffed playfully, a light giggle slipping from his throat. "Rude."

Yoongi's brows twitched, and he shrugged his thin shoulders, turning on his heel and heading downstairs to wait for his caretaker.

It was Wednesday, meaning Yoongi had a therapy appointment. He hadn't gone the last two weeks, as Jimin had called in to inform his therapist that he wouldn't be coming. He hadn't been in a proper state, and still didn't fully trust Jimin yet. His files did state that he had minor paranoia. Not too bad, just enough for it to take considerable time to earn his trust, and enough to instill a fear of things most would find harmless.

This week though, Yoongi seemed okay to go, and his appointment had been scheduled for 2pm. Sharp.

And Jimin had fallen asleep.