Pretty | Yoonmin (DISCONTINUED)

thirty three

Yoongi let Jimin sleep in for as long as possible the next morning before they had to depart for his therapy session.

Despite the house falling into unusual silence once more with his lack of presence, Yoongi managed to entertain himself for a few hours. He'd been spending every second by Jimin's side, monitoring every twitch of his fingers, and jerk of his figure for signs of discomfort or distress. His heart was almost swayed into a despondent state without him. But once he'd woken up, he'd peeked through the younger's door to catch a small glimpse of his resting form, tucked underneath the blankets with his legs sprawled out.

Just that small glimpse of him, glowing rice cake skin under shadowed beams of pale sunlight, his locks all messy and tangled all upon his pillow, and his plump lips parted for slow sips of soft air was enough to appease him. He was so pretty, even when he slept.

He knew that Jimin would have a fit if he awoke to find Yoongi waiting for him on an empty stomach, so he wandered into the kitchen at some point and ate half of the remaining leftovers, leaving the other half for Jimin to eat when he roused from slumber. Then he fled to his private library, a special room in his big, empty house that he had yet to show Jimin, and passed the dragging minutes by losing himself in his books once more.

His thoughts wandered aimlessly, and they lacked the amusement they needed to still and calm. It seemed that his mind was scattered today, and despite his tremendous love of reading, incoherent words floated through his brain, heavy clouds tinged in dread. His mind was spiting him, just as it always was, taunting him with fears of cold rooms, icy hands, and sharp words dragging him to blood stained memories. He wanted to look past it, wanted to feel the flutter of anticipation at the thought of getting to watch Jimin dance, just as he had the night before. It was easy when it was them and it was warm and Jimin was sleepy. Maybe not all the time, but the previous night had been so nice. The kind of nice that Yoongi wished he could have all the time, but knew with certainty that he would never experience. And yet, upon waking up, though a lazy smile tilted his lips to a soft curve, lurking anxiety plagued him, sinking its searing teeth into his fragile bones, and draining him slowly of his marrow. He almost didn't notice the churning of his stomach, or the charred ends of his brain.

It was so subtle.

And he didn't want to notice it. He wanted it to be another happy day. He didn't want to worry Jimin. The younger had enough to deal with as it was.

So, Yoongi picked up book after book, staining his fingers in passion infused words and glowing ink with every fervent flip of the page. He drowned himself in every paragraph, hoping his fantasies could take him far away, to some safe place in the clouds, where everything was warm, and no one wanted to hurt him. He lost himself in every sentence, longing for something to whisk away his heart for just a little bit. He lost himself completely, because he didn't want to think anymore.

When the time finally came for Jimin to awaken, Yoongi didn't have to shake his shoulders or coax him out of slumber with cotton candy words. Jimin roused himself, with a quiet, melodic coo that brushed his plump, pouty lips in shimmers of gold. His bangs hung in messy, intertwined clumps in front of his heavy eyes, dark eyes melting to gentle, hushing brown. His lashes weighed heavily against his rose flushed cheeks, puffy with sleep. It took him several moments to adjust to his consciousness before he realized that Yoongi was poised above his bed, palms outstretched to tap at him.

"Oh!" He breathed shakily, pressing back against the flower engraved headboard with a long sigh. His words were a little slurred and toned in dashes of lethargic violet, and it was so impossibly cute. Each slip of his tongue, each mumbled, honey soaked words fizzled on his pale flesh until his skin was buzzing with heat and tender to every touch. "Yoongi hyung...you're up!"