The Remedy: Cuddles and Soft Whispers
By:blackspring
Summary:
Yoongi has anxiety.
So, often he'll get anxiety attacks, or panic attacks. His roommate, Hoseok, doesn't do shit to help, (even though he tries), everything he does just makes it worse.
The remedy?
Park Jimin, his cute face, soft voice, and warm cuddles.
Yoongi. Is. In. Love.
Story:
"I'm home, bitch! Let's play some Call of Duty!"
Jimin practically fell off the couch, beyond startled by his best friend's (and roommate)'s entrance. "What the frickin frick, Tae- I could've died!" Jimin wails, rubbing his elbow from where he bumped it on the coffee table, trying to save himself from the future bruises the hardwood floor would've given him.
"No one even says that anymore, Chim, and shut up. You're being dramatic," Tae plops down next to Jimin on their white leather couch, sniffing. "And gimme a controller." Jimin huffs and complies, giving Tae the ugly green controller, taking the rainbow one for himself. "I want the rainbow one!" Tae whines, looking at Jimin with the most offended look, slapping his thigh. Jimin pouts, "I'm more gayer, I deserve it." Scoffing, Taehyung rolls his eyes, gray hair hanging low on his eyelashes. Once the younger turns back to the TV, Jimin smiles triumphantly and turns on his own controller.
As they're setting up the classes for a multiplayer gun game, Jimin's phone starts ringing, the first few soft notes of "First Love" By Yoongi, (his...crush? friend? boyfriend? he doesn't even know), ring out throughout the room.
Jimin notices Tae turn to look at his phone, and while hiding a blush, he tries to keep a straight face at the TV.
"You gonna answer that?- Wait, is that Yoongi's single?"
Jimin dips his head just a little, suddenly finding his controller very interesting.
Vaguely, he notices the devil named Kim Taehyung grab his phone, looking at the lock screen as it continues ringing.
Jimin shoots up, trying to desperately grab his precious phone, but Taehyung darts, "SKRRT!" He screeches, sounding like a seagull.
Jimin wastes no time and starts running at him, cursing the slippery hardwood floor. It did no help that he had fuzzy socks on, the shorter boy sliding and slipping through the kitchen, tiles freezing his small feet even through his socks.
He curses under his breath, writing a mental note that when he catches the little devil, he'll rip his legs off for being so unfortunately fast.
"Kim Taehyung, this isn't funny!" Tae just laughs, darting around the couch just when Jimin leaps, causing him to face plant into the couch.
"Tae! Seriously, give me my phone!" Jimin stumbles to his feet, jumping over the coffee table not so gracefully as he tries to capture the gray headed giant, faintly hearing footsteps on the stairs.
Jimin turns through the kitchen and bounds up the stairs, skipping at least three at a time.
When he reaches the top, he's suddenly body slammed and on the floor, hacking and wheezing. "Oh, sh- Sorry, Jimin. You good, bro?" Tae clambers off Jimin, gripping his back and turning him on his stomach, patting Jimin's blonde hair. Once Jimin gets the air he lost back into his lungs, he rises to his knees and glares at the younger. "Sorry, hyung, I didn't mean to. But seriously,"
