Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
*
Jimin, Yoongi had come to learn, was a very clingy person.
Sometimes at night, when Yoongi would be sleeping, Jimin would sneak in through the open window, turn full sized, and climb into his covers beside him.
Yoongi would wake with Jimin on top of him, arms tight around his waist, and face in his neck.
Another instance would be when Yoongi was watching tv, on the big couch that could fit ten people. But no, Jimin has to press himself against him, squishing him against the comforter.
"There's other spots on the couch, Jimin." Yoongi tried. It's not that he doesn't like it. It's more like Yoongi just stating the obvious. Maybe Jimin didn't realize there were more spots on the couch.
But Jimin only snuggles up on him more, like a kitten. "Mmmm," Jimin hummed sleepily. "I don't wanna."
"Why?"
Jimin looks up at him and blinks slowly. "Because you're warm, and you smell good too."
Then he goes right back to nuzzling him with his face.
Another thing he learns is when Jimin gets pissed, he gets petty.
Like very petty.
There was one time Yoongi had been in the studio, working on a song to hand in when he returned back to the city.
Three hours into the song, Jimin came padding into the room, his socked feet making tiny creaking sounds on the floor.
To be honest, Yoongi kinda smelled Jimin before he heard him, as the scent of honey and peaches wafted towards his nose, sweet and supple.
"Yoonie," Jimin said, and Yoongi felt himself tensing up slightly when Jimin wound his arms around his neck, leaning into his back while Jimin's chin rested on his shoulder.
"I'm bored." Jimin waited for Yoongi to reply, and when he didn't, he shifted slightly so that he was now facing Yoongi, his face illuminated by the computer screen. "I'm bored." He said again, and Yoongi's eyes flickered towards him quickly before looking away again.
"Go call Jungkook or Taehyung or something."
Recently, the trio had become good friends, as their interests and personalities worked well together. They were all playful, and loved to have fun.
"I did but Kookie said they were on a date at a cat cafe."
"Then what about Hoseok?"
"He's teaching his dance class today, and he said he probably wouldn't be free until next month because of an upcoming showcase." Yoongi mentally cursed himself after hearing that news. He forgot Hoseok had something big coming up.
"Anyways," Jimin says, directing Yoongis focus towards him again. "I'm bored." Hearing this again, Yoongi turned around, ignoring Jimin, because he really needed to focus, or else he'll flip the tables from frustration.
Jimin whined at his lack of interest, and fisted the back of Yoongi's shirt, tugging it slightly. "Yoooongi," He whined, pouting so hard Yoongi was afraid he'd have wrinkles. But of course, Jimin would probably never have wrinkles.
"Stop." Yoongi deadpanned. At the sound of Yoongi's monotone voice, Jimin stopped what he was doing and went silent. Yoongi almost asked what was wrong but he stopped himself. He needed to focus or else he'd go crazy over the song.
Finally, Jimin let out a huff and stormed out of the room, not too heavily though, because his feet were socked in woolen socks. For some reason Jimin was immune to temperature.
After another hour, Yoongi finally decided it was time to get out of the room and talk to Jimin, who hadn't made a peep since he left.
"Jimin?" Yoongi called out cautiously, his voice echoing through the spacious mansion, to which most of the rooms remain blank.
There was no reply.
He walked through the house, thoroughly going through each and every room. Jimin wasn't in any of them.
Starting to give up, Yoongi passes by the kitchen, and just happens to look though the window.
He could see Jimin dancing through the flowers, see his mouth opening to form song lines, and could almost hear them.
He made his way to the doors leading to the back garden, the sound of which alerted Jimin.
Pity. Yoongi could do with more of Jimin's beautiful voice.
"Jimin." Yoongi says again, and Jimin deliberately turned his back on him, obviously pissed.
"Jimin, I'm sorry." Yoongi pleaded, and chased after Jimin's retreating back. "I really wanted to focus so I ignored you, but I'm free now, yeah? We can do whatever you want."
"Fuck off." Jimin growled, and finding a bench, Jimin sat down, crossing his arms over his chest, cheeks puffed out while he pouted.
Of course, angry Jimin was scary Jimin, but Yoongi could not help but think that Jimin looked awfully cute while doing so.
"Come on Jiminie," Yoongi tried again, trying to use his baby voice he used while taking care of his younger, (and wild) nieces.
At the nickname, Jimin deflates a bit, but still holds some venom in his eyes.
"I'm really sorry," Yoongi says, and he can see Jimin's resolve cracking. "I won't do it again." Jimin huffed, and uncrossed his arms, turning towards Yoongi.
"I'll accept your apology," Jimin said, and Yoongi beamed. "But," Jimin adds, sending a smirk towards Yoongi. "You gotta make me lasagna and baked potato."
"But that's gonna take forever!" Jimin narrows his eyes at him and Yoongi gulps audibly. "Alright I'll do it." Jimin smiles happily, and jumps onto Yoongi's back for him to carry him back to the house.
"Yes my slave, onwards!" Yoongi fights back a smile a trudges back to the house.
Later when the two of them are covered in cheese, tomato sauce, and onions, Yoongi doesn't think the time spent to make the two were wasted.
After all, Yoongi gets weak in the knees for Jimin.
