Bubble games

nine

The bus pulls over at Jimin's stop, letting him and Yoongi get down. The two boys look at each other and the orange-haired one smiles softly, "So, are you heading back home or do you want to sleep over at my place?"

"Well, I didn't get any clothes or anything..."

Jimin rolls his eyes and grabs his friend's index and middle fingers in his tiny hand. "Hyung, you know I've got a drawer at home with some of your clothes, so you can sleep over any time."

"Yeah..."

"Don't you want to sleep with me?" The younger teenager frowns, a little confused and even disappointed.

"Yes, I really want to, sunshine."

And, he thinks, that's maybe the problem. But he quickly forgets about it when he notices Jimin's beaming smile of sheer happiness enlighten his face as he drags him toward his house. They enter the place, Jimin still holding his hand, and rapidly say hello to his mother.

"Mom, Yoongi and I will be playing in my room, is that okay? He can stay for the night, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, no problem," she answers vaguely, sighing discreetly. "But don't forget about your homework, uh?"

"Yoongi's making me do it, anyway," he replies with a pout.

The two friends get into the large room and, after Yoongi helps the youngest with an English assessment, they are finally free to enjoy each other. "So, what would you like to do, Jiminie?"

Jimin shrugs, giggling a little, and quietly beholds the many portraits of Yoongi hanging on his walls. "Can I draw you?" Yoongi groans. He does not really like it. "Then, can we blow bubbles?" His face is bright again, which causes the older one to smile softly.

"Yes, we can." He raises to open the window, as Jimin rushes to his cupboard.

"Look, hyung! Mom bought me another couple of bubble tubes last week! It was a surprise." Yoongi gets closer to Jimin, and, from behind, he puts his chin on the boy's shoulder, distractedly looking at the boy's collection of bubble tubes. "She got my favourites, the Disney ones. So now I have Elsa from Frozen, and also Moana! Can you believe it? I'm so lucky!"

"That's great. Which one would you like to play with?"

"I don't want to play with those, I don't want to empty them right now..." He looks down.

"Hey, it's alright. We'll have the old ones. Which one should we use?"

"I want to go with Peter Pan! 'Cause the tube is blue and today, blue's my favourite colour."

"I guess I'll take the Tinkerbell tube, then?"

Jimin madly shakes his head and runs toward the small window, while Yoongi worriedly murmurs something like, "Careful, baby". They lean their elbows on the windowsill, and Jimin shakes his tube before getting the cork off.

"You go first, hyung!" he giggles. Yoongi smiles and shakes his own tube, then blows on the cork, some soap bubbles floating away in the evening air. Jimin bursts out laughing and takes his turn. "Look, Yoongi! Mine are faster than yours, I'm gonna win!"

Jimin looks happy, and for all he knows, he truly is. Being with Yoongi is something that always makes him happier, no matter how hard his day has been. The carrot-haired student turns toward his best friend, who is keeping on blowing bubbles. For a moment, Jimin gets distracted and stops what he is doing, simply staring at Yoongi blowing. His lips form an 'o', and he looks very focused, oblivious to Jimin looking at him. Now Jimin comes to think of it, he really likes Yoongi's lips. They are the ones to kiss his cheek or his forehead when he cannot find sleep. They are the ones to utter soft words to calm him down.