Tomorrow│YM

[08] Lean

⚠️ Trigger warning: abuse (food control)

Jimin hid in his room for the remainder of the night, haunted by sounds that he could only assume were from Yoongi systematically destroying his apartment. Their presence ebbed and flowed - every time he began to drift, a rustling or thump would wake him back up again.

What the hell had he done, inviting a complete stranger into his home?

When he questioned himself it always ended the same way; he remembered those eyes. No matter how expressionless the hybrid was, those eyes gave away his inner turmoil, his need. So Jimin just let him get whatever he had out his system, and hoped the resulting damage would be manageable come sunrise.

The ruckus dwindled into silence in the early hours. It was then that Jimin was able to catch a few precious moments of sleep.

A delicious aroma wafted into the bedroom, permeating the nostrils of the semi-conscious man. Jimin sniffed the air curiously and wondered to himself if one of his neighbours had happened to realize their calling as a gourmet chef this morning.

There was a hot column sunlight beaming through the curtains across Jimin's face. His stomach groaned with hunger, a deep bellied grumble that was as impressive as it was startling.

It was time to survey the damage in the light of day.

Jimin rolled out of bed, yawning as he stretched out his cramped limbs. He pulled on his comfiest hoodie, not wanting to repeat his indecent mistake the night prior. Reluctantly, he looked at himself in the full length mirror that hung on the inside of his bedroom door.

Fuck, he looked awful. Remnants of his day-old eyeliner gave the impression of dark bags under his puffy eyes. His hair was a total mess, sticking up in every which way. If he didn't know better, he would have thought he had just completed a walk of shame after a really good night.

Clink!

Yoongi was up, Jimin realized, and it sounded like he was in the kitchen. Jimin hastily combed his hair with his fingers and wiped off the excess eyeliner with the back of his hand. He threw on his glasses, grasped the door handle and swallowed. Tentatively he turned the knob.

The alluring scent was instantly stronger the moment he stepped into the living room. He was nonplussed to find no mess at all; the philodendron that had been knocked over was now standing tall and proud, with only the slightest shadow on the carpet beneath as evidence of the spill it took. Jimin shook his head in confusion and walked around to the kitchen.

Jimin gaped.

In the kitchen stood Yoongi, facing the stove, making what looked like a puffy golden omelette. A plate of steaming crispy bacon sat on the counter, making Jimin's mouth water. His eyes flicked to the storage room that was now completely reorganized, noting that the "nest" remained, tucked in the far corner.

The cat did not acknowledge Jimin's presence, his tail swaying contently as he folded over the spongey egg mixture. Jimin didn't want to interrupt, finding the scene quite fascinating, so he carefully sat down at the small round table. Despite his best efforts, the chair scrapped against the tile, announcing his arrival. Yoongi did not turn around, but his ears twitched at the unpleasant sound.

The hybrid tipped his pan over the plate of bacon and let the perfect omelette slide on top. He sprinkled on some salt and pepper, and then garnished it with chopped green onion. Wait, did Jimin even have green onion?

Yoongi opened a drawer and pulled out a set of chopsticks. He proceeded to the table and placed it in front of Jimin without meeting his eye. Before Jimin could overcome his shock-induced paralysis, the cat returned to the kitchen and begun to peel off the top of a can of hybrid food.