And we fall asleep to the scent
Sleep to the scent of long stemmed roses
Always dreaming of sex
Dreaming of sex on the ceiling
The sun had risen in Jimin's bedroom window. The blond was sitting on the floor with his back leaned against the bed where Yoongi was sleeping soundly. The younger somewhere in the middle of the night realized that Yoongi was sweating profusely and Jimin cuddling him wasn't helping. Eventually, he just decided to sleep beside the bed to check when Yoongi needed something or when it was time to give him medicine.
Jimin's stomach growled. He decided that it was time for him to go eat breakfast, and he did so right after touching Yoongi's forehead and cheeks. The fever had stopped.
When Jimin finished eating, he sighed, not knowing what to do. He took out his phone and made a call as he roamed around the house.
"Hey." A drowsy voice answered and Jimin chuckled.
"I'm sorry. Are you sleeping?"
"I was, idiot." Hoseok answered with a hoarse voice. "Is there something wrong?"
"Umm, not exactly." Jimin sighed.
He stopped walking when he was right in front of Yoongi's bedroom. He peaked his head to his own room and saw that Yoongi was still sleeping, so he opened Yoongi's bedroom door. After all, Yoongi told him once that he could go to his studio anytime. He walked in and opened the door to Yoongi's studio.
"What do you mean? Something sounds off." Hoseok was more awake now.
"I know you're mad at him, but Yoongi is sick right now and I'm taking care of him and I'm just a bit tired." Jimin explained as his small hands roamed through all the books.
"Is he sick or is he taking advantage of you to clean the house and stuff?" Hoseok sounded annoyed.
"No, Hoseok. He's sick, he even had a fever, but it got better." Jimin finally stopped at a bookshelf that didn't have any identification like the others that had "history", "law" or "economy" written on the shelve. He even found novels and romantic genre, but there were just a few of those. This one, on the other hand, wasn't labeled.
"You treat him like he's been good to you." Hoseok sighed.
"I know he wasn't, but he's nice to me now." Jimin grabbed one of the books and opened it to see if there was something interesting. He did the same with others not paying attention until he actually read one of them.
"I'm still mad at him." Hoseok confessed.
"And you're right to be, but you'll forgive him eventually just like I-" Jimin gasped, the book was still on his hands.
"What's wrong?" Hoseok asked when he heard his friend gasping.
"I need to go. I'll call you later." Jimin hung up right after Hoseok said a rushed goodbye.
Jimin gulped down as he kept reading a random page of the book, still not believing the professional and cold Min Yoongi had something so vulgar in his bookshelf. It was definitely erotic and Jimin felt ashamed because he wanted to keep reading.
He entertained himself with the book for some time until he heard someone opening the door. He quickly hid the book under the couch cushion right when a sleepy Yoongi appeared on his view.
"Good morning." Yoongi greeted with a small smile.
"G-God morning, hyung. How did you sleep?"
"Great. I feel a lot better now."
"Good. I checked when I woke up and you have no fever."
Yoongi approached Jimin at a slow pace and Jimin grew nervous with each centimeter that Yoongi got nearer.
"Thank you, Jimin. What could I have done without you?" He chucked. "You're a good boy."
"I-It was nothing." He gave a small smile that Yoongi liked way too much. "I can make breakfast for you."
"How cute." Yoongi smiled. "Thank you, but I don't want to take advantage of your kindness, and I feel a lot better right now."
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Yoongi got better in three days thanks to Jimin taking care of him. Three days in which Jimin secretly read that one book he found that day. They slept those days on Jimin's bed with the excuse that Yoongi was still a little sick, he even read for him to sleep. But today Yoongi was completely recovered and he was thinking how to convince Jimin that he still needed his bed as they watched a movie in the living room with their pajamas on.
"I'm heading off to sleep." Jimin announced as he yawned and stretched out his limbs. "I have classes tomorrow." He stood up and Yoongi panicked.
"Wait!" He almost yelled as he thought about an excuse.
"W-What?" Jimin asked startled.
"C-Can I-" Yoongi tried and Jimin chuckled at his cute expression.
"Can you what?" He asked. "Speak up, Yoongi." He laughed and Yoongi felt his mouth dry at that.
Oh, how the tables turn.
"I wonder if I can, perhaps, sleep with you tonight in case I have a fever again."
Jimin smiled widely at that. It was clear that Yoongi was just making up an excuse.
"I think you're doing fine."
"But it can change at night. What if I die in my sleep because I was alone?"
"No one has ever died for sleeping alone."
"But I can die from loneliness."
Jimin's heart melted because of Yoongi's cute expression, but he didn't let it show. He just grinned.
"That's cringey, don't say that."
"Don't be mean." Yoongi whined with his brows furrowed and Jimin laughed out loud. "Why does it work on you but not me?"
"Because I'm naturally cute." The blond smiled. Yoongi had nothing to refuse at that statement. "Come on, I need my bed so bad. You better hurry." Jimin started walking and Yoongi quickly followed him with a smile on his face.
"Are you going to read for me tonight too?" Yoongi tucked himself in Jimin's bed and watched as the blond scratched the back of his neck. "What's wrong?" Yoongi asked.
"Do you want me to read tonight?"
"If you're too tired don't worry about it. We can just sleep already."
"No, no, no." Jimin rushed to answer. "I want to.
"Then what's the matter, Jiminie?"
"I don't want to continue reading what you made me read yesterday. He admitted. Yoongi chuckled.
"I can't believe you hate my choices so much. We were having so much fun reading about politics in the '70s in third world countries." Yoongi responded with shiny eyes.
Jimin scowled and shook his head. "I don't understand why I like you."
Yoongi's breath hitched and smiled softly. His heart doing a flip at Jimin's confident declaration. "I don't understand it either. You're way too good for me."
Jimin blushed and looked away. "That's not what we were talking about."
"Oh, right. Then what do you want to read?"
"C-Can I chose tonight?" Jimin asked in shame.
"Why not? Just hurry before I fall asleep."
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In His House | COMPLETED
FanfictionPark Jimin was a college student who was looking for a place to live, but he never imagined that the place he moved in was the house of the boy who he used to be in love with when they were in high school. Yoongi has always hated Jimin, and he broke...
