Diary of The Infinite

38| Infinity

Yoongi was spread out on Jimin's couch, the younger's head rested lightly on his chest. Yoongi lazily twisted Jimin's hair through his fingers, relishing the feel of the whisper soft strands against his fingers. His eyes were open. Not even sleep could take him from Beginning. And sleeping was a cherished hobby of End's. He suspected that Jimin was sleeping soundly and couldn't keep the gummy smile from his face.

Jimin, however, was breathing in everything that was Yoongi. His shirt smelled of earth and cinnamon. He could hear Yoongi's steady heartbeat in his ear. He was blissfully aware of the lazy fingers tangling in his hair. With a soft sigh, he traced light circles on the bare skin of Yoongi's hip where his t-shirt had ridden up.

The fingers in his hair stopped. Jimin nuzzled his head against the immobile fingers, pouting.

"That felt nice. Why'd you stop?"

"I thought you were asleep."

"Yoongi." Jimin whined.

Chuckling, Yoongi let himself play with Jimin's hair. Jimin went back to sighing contentedly. He let his gaze drift to the window and the rich golden yellow of the sunset that painted his fluffy grey carpet with its warm glow. It seemed as if honey were dripping down the living room walls. Dust motes danced in the light and Jimin watched them with unfocused eyes. He could spend a lifetime like this. Simply being wrapped up in Yoongi for a thousand golden sunsets.

Yoongi was teetering at the edge of sleep. Jimin's circles became loopier and lighter still as he too began feeling drowsy.

The world was calm and everything was okay.

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