Little Habits - Yoongi X Bts

Thirteen; And then there were two.

Jimin POV

I wake up, my heart pounding out my chest. That was the worst fucking dream ever, the movie crew inside my head is doing one hell of a bad job today.

I cling onto the thing or shall I say, person, closest to me and hold it tight. It felt so real, good that it wasn't real but it was terrifying, like a knife to my skin. Again.

"Yah! Jimin-Ah," Yoongi chuckles, waking up as he stares at the window as the sun tries to escape from behind the curtains for the window. I bite lip, and press my head to his chest, shaking as the dreams' occurrences flow through my head.

'Jimin...'' Yoongi breathed out in a husk tone, 'what on earth are you doing?' He plucked the blade from my hand with a jerking movement.

'It's mine! Give it back,' I pleaded as tears ran down my face at the same speed as the blood did so on my arm, 'I need it! I can't just sit here and remain unwounded. I deserve to pain myself for what I did to you!'

I let out a scream, and a new blade replica appeared in my hand as I began to slice again. 'Jimin...what on earth are you doing?'

It was looping me very and over like a chamber in hell, and I forced myself out of it. To awaken.

'Save me...' I whined, as dream faded to a grey background.

"I'm sorry," I say, as I begin to cry embarrassingly into his boned up chest. "I'm such a bad group mate, and a bad friend..."

I cry even harder and clench into him Im a trigger grip, still being very of his delicate self. He was Yoongi after all. He is surreal and doll like. No wonder I love him and envy him so much. Why did he have to be the most stunning, all the time? No shit that I hate me so much. He was so right about that, I did hate me to an enormous extent. It's unhealthy, but it's hard to stop when I'm passionate, about it.

"You're the best," he coos, hugging me tightly. He turns his face to mine, and kisses my cheek, "You're the best, without a doubt; stop doubting yourself so hard! I know it's hard, but from what I've learned from what I've done to me. From what I've hated about me, and thought I was completely damned for; it is hard to get over it, but you just need to know how wonderful you are. Okay?" I nodded slightly, a bit nervous around him now. "What do you like about you?" He asks softly, squinting at the slight light escaping from behind the curtains.

"I... I don't know. Nothing, really," I mutter, as I look at the saddened look on his face. "Nothing? Really, Jimin? Come on," he chuckles, his voice cracking the slightest bit. "I do love something about me," I say, as his expression morphs to a happier one, "my voice, I love my voice, and my words. Goddamn, I love you." I force my self onto him, and letting myself take full control of the moment.

"I love you too," he says in a breath, as the moment continues on for us slowly.

We enter the kitchen, everyone giving us little stares. Both good, and bad ones. I didn't feel offended, I felt slightly praised. Courage? No. The ability to not be a complete jerk because feelings are a full bitch sometimes? More likely so.

"Where were you two last night?" Jin says, as we take out seats at the table. I stare at the food, it looked delicious. Yoongi didn't look too pleased with it. I thought he was pushing himself for an instant recovery. If only that was truly possible in all cases. And I really do mean all.

"Tired?" We both shrug, laughter at the sync. Taehyung gulps and stares down at his plate as he chews slowly on the piece of food in his mouth. "Very sneaky," Hoseok giggles, smirking at me. I roll my eyes, still a bit mad at him. It was for a good reason, but he was a dramatic asshole about it. He's a cute ball of sunshine though, so I'll be over it soon.

"I had a weird dream," Jungkook says, placing his glass down on the table, "what if we were all little? That was my dream, we were all littles. It was so weird, and strange; I was so creeped about it when I woke up." We all burst into a slight laughter, Yoongi joining in too as he moves the pieces of egg around don his plate. No piece has gone into his mouth, even I realized that by now.

I lean in to his ear, "have as much as you want, but please have something at least. You're doing good, okay? Remember what you've said to me." He gulps, nodding his head ever so slightly. He brings a shaky hand to his mouth, and downs a little pieces of it. "Good," I smile, "I promise, you're doing really well. I kn- I mean, it's hard."

All eyes dagger on me. Shit, I was not quiet, nor careful enough.

'Group meeting, now!' Namjoon states, as we all are forced to the living room together in a little clump.

shit. shit. shit. SHIT!