Nag Champa

Chapter Twelve

When Yoongi woke up it was some time past noon, the sun covered by puffy gray clouds. Rain poured down, bouncing off his window and his multicolored christmas lights filtered a warm glow across his otherwise dark room. Music floated from the kitchen down the hallway, filling his ears and making him audibly growl.

Jimin must be awake, he thought, pulling his comforter off him with a grunt and leaving his bed. He moved slowly, calmly, and without a true destination into their shared kitchen, greeting his cooking roommate with a grunt.

He was tired, yes, but his words had also gotten stuck in his throat at the site of the omega. Long white sweater on, draping past his thighs. It bunched up in the back to reveal a long white and orange tail to match the ears, showing his baby blue boxers. Jimin hummed along to the music absently, tail resting on his shoulder as Jimin swayed, and Yoongi gulped right as he saw Jimin sniff, registering his presence by sent.

"Oh, hey," Jimin said, glancing over his shoulder with a small, soft smile. "Did you sleep well? I tried to keep the music down so I wouldn't wake you..."

The elder nodded, slipping onto a barstool, "How long did'chu sleep?" he asked, his drawl weighted down as he spoke with heavy daegu dialect, "You were out lik'a light when I got home."

Jimin wiped his forehead with his arm, careful to not get the flour on his hands on his face. "I woke up maybe an hour or two ago, but before that I woke up at eight and got a glass of milk then went back to sleep, and now I am making bread."

Humming, Yoongi got up and walked over to the couch, throwing himself over the arm of the seat. He nuzzled his neck into a yellow knitted object, happy to scent something but failing to realize the object belonged to the omega in the kitchen while in his sleepy stupor.

"Kitten got milk." he said bordly, moving to pillow up the blanket.

Jimin sighed as he covered a bowl with a rag and went to wash his hands. "You are so mean to me- it was melon milk! Not even white milk! "

"Hm~ what are you gonna'sta do about it?" Yoongi asked, closing his eyes and smiling fondly at the younger. The image of him sleepy, holding a cup of milk warming his inside.

Jimin scoffed playfully as he walked into the living room, sitting down on the couch. He sat a respectful distance from Yoongi as he tugged on his yellow blanket from under him. "Not give you bread. Gimme back my blanket."

Immediately Yoongi's eyes shot open and the blood drained from his face. Leaving the pale man almost translucent, "I um-," he blinked, "Fuck. Maybe- get a- different one Minnie."

"Why?" Jimin tugged on the blanket with furrowed eyebrows. "It's my blanket, I made it myself with Tae when we went to a knitting class- give it back." he pouted at the older, his constant and rhythmic tugging still going.

Yoongi blushed, easily pulling it out of the youngers grasp, "I was tired, and I didn't know it was yours." the elder said, moving to hide his face behind his arm, "Scented it." he mumbled.

Jimin pouted. "That's mean. Now you have to wash it. And you have to hand wash that blanket. And now I have to go get another blanket. And- who else's would it be?"

"I- I wasn't thinking. Said I didn't know."  he answered, voice small, he was obviously heavily embarrassed. Part of him found himself wishing that the other boy had said it was okay, or had taken it with pride, but the rest of him knew he just made a really inappropriate mistake.

"You're mean," Jimin muttered as he stretched to reach to the otherside of the couch to grab a gray blanket. "I make you scones, and bread- and this is the thanks I get? Wow, what a world we live in."