Pretty | Yoonmin (DISCONTINUED)

twenty five

When Jimin roused from sleep the next morning, something was different. It was weird that he'd almost forgotten the feeling of being genuinely rejuvenated after a full night of uninterrupted slumber. Perhaps he'd grown numb to the stone heaviness of his bones and silent creaks and whines of his aching body, and as a result, had become fairly used to his own exhaustion. After all, it wasn't the first time he'd pulled several all nighters in order to correct and criticize his school work or dance moves. The cycle of caffeine hazes and angry thoughts was something that Jimin had come to expect. Taehyung too, judging by the hefty number of missed messages and calls glaring at him from his phone screen.

Before he'd gone to bed, Yoongi had notified him that Tae has attempted to reach him several times, and that he should call him back soon. But Jimin had been so tired that he'd only been able to shoot the younger a quick text, saying that he was okay, before he collapsed upon his mattress and sunk into sleep's beckoning embrace.

However, once his lashes fluttered softly apart, splaying across the flushed roundness of his cheeks, his face half buried in his pillow, and he found the strength to lift himself from his position, nestled comfortably into the folds of his mattress, he found himself faced with the aftermath of his self neglect.

He rubbed at his eyelids, ears greeted by the sound of incessant buzzing. Someone was blowing up his phone.

A tiny, whoosh of a yawn escaped him, caught somewhere between the early canary hints of morning and the clinging remains of purple night. Sleepiness still plagued his jumbled thoughts, but it was nothing like the all consuming fatigue that had clung to him relentlessly for the past few days. This was little more than the wisps of slumber, the echo of a good night's rest. The comforting feeling accompanied by the burning cozy vanilla scented candle in the corner of the room gifted him with a soft smile, his heart lulling into a gentle melody as it too, awoke.

Jimin didn't remember lighting a candle before bed. He'd been far too exhausted, and he was clumsy and clueless on a good day. There was no way that he'd managed to light the wick without setting fire to his pajamas on accident.

The small mystery of the question drew his brows together, dazed confusion dusting his delicate features. He briefly entertained the thought of someone else having come in to light it for him-Yoongi coming in to light it for him. But it was a ridiculous theory, one he could fantasize over, but couldn't bring himself to put much faith in. It was a little, unnecessary thing, and he doubted that he occupied a large enough space in Yoongi's heart for the older to do something like that for him.

Another angry vibration from his phone cut off his train of thought. He groaned, his puffy lips involuntarily puckering into a soft, sleepy pout. He grappled for the device, fingertips dancing across the embroidered dresser, tracing the carved out floral pattern before he hit the heated surface.

The object stumbled in his fumbling hands, his movements slow and lethargic, similar to his struggling brain. He whined under his breath, slapping at the screen with the pads of his thumbs. He couldn't type in the passcode, dammit.

He loosed a sigh of relief that almost left him toppling back onto his pillow when he finally managed the small feat. But the brightness sliced at the edges of his mind. Blaring attention, and filtered artificial light coating his lashes in virtual crystals.

The amount of words glaring at him gave him a headache.

group chat
intervention
spillthetae☕️🐸, kookiemonster, sunshinehobi💞

spillthetae☕️🐸
we are gathered here today to discuss an urgent matter
our jiminie has gone missing

sunshinehobi💞
he's not missing tae
please calm yourself