metanoia «yoonmin»

13

Jimin and Yoongi stopped enjoying the night sky long time ago. They were too indulged in each other to notice anything else.

Jimin could feel Yoongi resting his head on top of his while he, on the other hand, felt the coziest he ever was despite standing up. He could feel himself dozing off and sinking more and more into Yoongi's arms. The exhaustion from the long school day and then the training finally hit Jimin. He was soon completely asleep in Yoongi's warm embrace.

"Jimin," Yoongi whispered. "Baby, are you sleeping?"

No answer.

Yoongi smiled to himself. He took a deep breath preparing himself. With one arm under Jimin's knees and the other on his shoulders he lifted up the younger from the ground bridal style. Jimin's head tilted to the side and rested on the crook of Yoongi's neck, unconsciously snuggling into it.

Yoongi walked to his Impala and thanked himself that he had not locked it. He crouched a little and with a particularly awkward movement, trying not to drop Jimin or hit his head, he opened the door to the back seat. He gently placed the younger laying there and propped himself on his hands over Jimin.

"Sleep well, pretty boy," said Yoongi before leaning in. He placed a soft and totally uncharacteristic for him kiss on Jimin's forehead.

Jimin's eyelids fluttered, his eyelashes tickling Yoongi's chin. He mumbled something incomprehensible to Yoongi, his eyebrows frowning before going back to sleep. Yoongi got out of the car and closed the door for the back seat. He seated himself behind the wheel and started the car.

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"Jimin," said a voice. "Jimin, wake up." Jimin whined and tried to turn the other side only to realize the place he was sleeping at was too cramped for him to actually turn. "Baby boy."

Jimin's eyes opened with effort for him to find out he was in the back of Yoongi's car. A yawn escaped his mouth and he saw as Yoongi smiled slightly. The car was parked in front of the studio. On the electric clock inside of the car Jimin could see that it was way past midnight. His mother would have been disappointed if she knew he was not yet asleep. But she did not know he was going to sleep at an elder man's apartment which was above his tattoo studio either.

"Come on," Yoongi spoke again, opening the door for Jimin. "Let's move inside."

Jimin nodded his head sleepily. He was soon following Yoongi inside of the dark studio. It had closed a long time ago, obviously. Yoongi held Jimin's hand as he lead him up the stairs. He seemed so familiar with the place that he was navigating with no trouble in the dark. But again, that was his home.

Once they had climbed the stairs Yoongi switched on the lights and Jimin was met by the already familiar to him corridor. Yoongi entered the living room and Jimin after him. Jimin sat on the couch as Yoongi went to the kitchen, soon returning with a warm cup of hot chocolate. He handed to Jimin and eyed the terrace longingly.

"Go," Jimin said. He sipped from his hot chocolate and rested his back against the couch. It reminded him of the warm hug he and Yoongi shared on the hill and an even warmer and softer kiss on his forehead though he might have dreamed of the latter.

"I'll be back in five." Yoongi smiled. He seemed fairly tired as well. "Drink your hot chocolate, baby."

Jimin nodded his head and Yoongi was off to the terrace.

The hot chocolate was still too hot to drink properly. Jimin brought his legs on the couch in a fetus position and then pressed the warm cup against his forehead, trying to recall the sensation of Yoongi's lips there.