Diary of The Infinite

67| Yoongi

"Don't step on my friends, Yoongs." Jimin whispered before letting us into his dimly lit apartment.

I nodded and smiled, following in Jimin's careful steps, allowing myself to be led and trying not to drop the blanket. Jimin had wrapped it around me on our way inside.

In the safety of the kitchen, Jimin turned on a light, letting go of my hand to both of our disappointment. I watched him make tea, his movements languid and drawn out to make as little noise as possible. He was pouting in concentration, very serious about not disturbing his friends. It was so sweet. The way Jimin's tongue poked out of his lips as he lowered the tea bag into the steaming water and shuffled over to me.

I took the cup holding the mug's handle rather awkwardly. I didn't usually hold cups that way. I'd wrap his hand around the cup and through the handle. It felt more stable. But the cup was too hot to hold like that right now. It made me focus. On the steady breathing and soft snoring coming from the pair of people I didn't know in the other room. On the quiet in the kitchen. On Jimin's face, staring at me expectantly.

So, I blew on the steaming tea and took a sip, careful not to slurp. Jimin would frown and I didn't want Jimin to frown at me. I might cry again. That isn't what I wanted to be doing. Jimin leaned towards me and put his lips near my ear.

"Let's go to my room, we can talk without waking up Ggukkie and Tae." He breathed.

I nodded and followed him as he wasn't really expecting me to disagree. He crawled onto his bed and crossed his legs, clutching a stuffed animal to his chest and resting his head on the creature. I shut the door and sunk down next to him on the bed, setting my mug on his nightstand.

"Thanks Jiminie, for my tea."

"Anything for you." Jimin smiled, eyes disappearing into crescents. He reached out and took my hands, playing with my fingers. "We should do something. Together. Do you work tomorrow?"

"Not if you don't." I smiled at our hands. I liked the way they fit together. And I liked how we could hold hands. I needed to remember to appreciate that I used to think he'd end if I touched him. But he'd discredited that himself, over and over again. And continued to do that in moments like this, when he'd casually lace our fingers together or rub his hand on my arm.

"I don't. What do you want to do?" Jimin asked, twisting and waving our hands around playfully.

"Your idea, baby, you decide. I'll do anything if its with you."

Jimin's breath hitched in his throat and he squeezed my hands. "Then we better get some sleep mister, we have a big day tomorrow."

I nodded and kicked my shoes off. Jimin got off the bed and returned with sweatpants and a tshirt for me. "We'll both be more comfy this way."

I changed and slipped under the covers beside him, tea long forgotten and unfinished. He curled his body into mine immediately, sighing happily against my chest. I put my arms around him and kissed the top of his head before my eyes shut in sleep.