Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Yoongi woke up to a loud crash somewhere in the building. It took him a moment to remember where he was, but it came back fresh in his mind when Jungkook shifted slightly, his hair caressing the older's face. Yoongi's arms were tangled in amongst Jungkook's, keeping him pressed tightly close, the younger's breath was hot on his neck. His neck, however, wasn't the only warm thing as his face was flushed a bright red. The younger's face was placed deep in the cavity between Yoongi's chin and neck, only visible because of the yellow light from the hospital room's lamp. The bandages over Jungkook's eyes were slightly rough against the older's skin, bearable because of the person wearing them. His lips were a plush pink, slightly chapped, and adorned with a little mole resting just below his bottom lip.
Yoongi had never noticed these things about Jungkook before, or at least never taken the time to appreciate them. How beautiful he was when he slept. How the light always seemed to hit him just right. How built he was despite having been in a wheelchair all this time. How kissable-
Another crash shook Yoongi away from his thoughts and despite his reluctance, attempted to pry himself out of the younger's hold. Jungkook moaned lightly as the blue haired slipped away, making Yoongi want to return to him even more than before. He slid his shoes on, cooing as the younger began hugging his pillow as a replacement. Ensuring the door closed as quietly as possible, he made his way down the hospital hallway.
Whatever had been crashing moments before had long since stopped, but loud voices remained in the noise's spot, leading him to the one and only, infamous rec room. The blue haired sighed, what else could he expect from his time here? Any odd occurrence was always behind those two doors. Slowly pushing the door open, the male was met with a porcelain plate hurtling towards his head. He slammed the door shut, only opening it when the uncomfortable sound of shattering had hit the floor.
The group of misfits that he had become ever so familiar with looked at him with wide eyes, all except for Kibum who was looking to the side, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.
"Hey, Yoongi," Jimin said, dragging out the hey, "What are you doing here so very early in the morning?"
"Fell asleep," He grumbled, voice still deep and froggy from just waking up, "Why'd Key try to kill me?"
Kibum mumbled a quick sorry before Jimin resumed, "We were just, um... We were just-"
"Training. We were training." Wendy interrupted, ignoring the glare Jimin shot her way.
"Training? For what?"
"If they're coming for us-"
"-we've got to be ready, right?" Lin Fan started and Junxi finished.
"Guys-" Jimin started, but was cut off by Yoongi.
"Yeah," He nodded, "Yeah, I guess you do. Anyway I can help?"
Dalyn smirked, "Sure, go fix your hair, bedhead, and get back here."
"Yeah, what Sohyun said." BM grinned, slapping her shoulder, causing her to dip forward.
