reset ; ym

One of the many mornings before

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When Yoongi opened his eyes, everything was dark. The jalousies were still down; he could see the sun shining outside through the slits.

There was no one beside him. With a sigh, he rubbed his eyes and considered trying to fall asleep once more but then decided against it considering it was probably close to noon already and he could hear sounds from the kitchen. 

He should get up. But his bed was so warm and comfortable and the fatigue tore at his bones... the decision on what to do was taken from him when the door opened and Jimin appeared in the doorway, smiling softly. He was wearing a loose shirt and just boxers and looked quite refreshed. He probably had been awake for a while.

"Hey," he said quietly and opened one of the windows. Fresh, warm air came into the room. Yoongi could see the blue sky.

"Hey," he groaned and rubbed his face, "What time is it?"

"Almost twelve. You're still good," Jimin said as he approached the bed. He squatted down beside it, resting his chin on his arms and looking at Yoongi with big eyes.

"I made lunch," he told him quietly, reaching out and tracing his fingers down Yoongi's arm, "Or, breakfast for you."

Yoongi chuckled. "Thanks, baby." 

Jimin smiled. For a moment, they stayed like that until Jimin got up again. Before Yoongi could complain, though, Jimin put his hands on both sides of him and rolled over him so that he was lying next to him on the other side of the bed.

"Don't burn the food," Yoongi mocked him as he pulled him closer. Jimin rolled his eyes, a fond expression on his face.

"Don't worry, I won't." He sighed. "I wish I could stay here forever."

"You have classes this afternoon."

"So do you."

"Ugh, don't remind me."

Jimin kissed his cheek. "Did you sleep well?"

Yoongi nodded. "Well enough. Still tired as shit, though."

"I can tell," Jimin replied with a gentle grin on his lips. His goddamn beautiful lips. Yoongi kissed him softly, biting down on Jimin's bottom lip; the younger sighed happily.

"We should skip class," he mumbled against Yoongi's mouth, "Just be lazy all day instead."

"We can't, you know that."

"Since when are you the responsible one?"

Yoongi chuckled. Jimin kissed him again, then he sat up and got off the bed. Yoongi missed his warmth right away, his heart aching slightly. Before he could complain, however, Jimin threw him a glance over his shoulder. "I'll be right back."

Once he had left the room, Yoongi rolled onto his back with a sigh, staring at the ceiling.

He hadn't seen Jimin for three days since both of them were busy with university. Jimin had been at the dance studio almost every single day and Yoongi had been engrossed in writing and producing songs with a new audio workstation he had been trying out.

But yesterday, they had finally found the time to meet up again; the moment when Jimin had more or less melted into his arms and wrapped his arms around his neck with an exhausted sigh had made Yoongi's heart flutter in excitement almost like it had when they first started dating.

The door opened again and Jimin appeared, carrying a tray with both hands. Yoongi's eyes widened in surprise and he quickly sat up.

"Wow," he said, "Lunch in bed?"