Pretty | Yoonmin (DISCONTINUED)

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Jimin kept discovering new sides to Min Yoongi.

Yoongi looked a little happy like this. Perhaps not the same happy as before, not the same happy he was with Seokjin, laughing in the kitchen, soft bones and gentle eyes, and not the same happy he was when he was teasing Jimin, his lips edging on the curl of a secretive smirk and his lashes eclipsing the dim honey of his irises. This happiness was a little quieter, a little strained, like a thin layer of cotton stretched across Yoongi's stiffened structure and twined around his fluid fingers, an echo of something unknown shuddering and shivering minutely through his hunched down figure, like the ghost of some nostalgic, faded memory. And yet it was soft. Talking with Jungkook on the sofa, he was soft and careful, and there was some deep, incomprensible understanding etched within the lines of his face, and Jimin knew Yoongi could see something in Jungkook.

Something special, something only he could really comprehend. It was sweet and it was heart-breaking, and it made Jimin unbelievably happy. Lethargic hours passed them by, achingly slow and mindless, and evasive time was spent lounging on the living room floor with hands and fingers intertwined, hushed conversation passed between tired lips and eyes half shut. At some point, as the world was beginning to descend into darkness, Taehyung asked if they could make cookies and have a movie night, and he, Hoseok, and Seokjin had taken to the kitchen to bake, leaving Jimin splayed out on the floor, basking in the quiet and laving in the comforting press of residual exhaustion against his loosened body.

Occasionally, the sound of Jungkook's breathless, strained giggles would break the silence, or the low cadence of conversation from the kitchen would drift through his ears in hazy clouds of candy floss, but his liquid thoughts were fleeting and unformed, slipping through the creases in his palms and the cracks in his fingers when he attempted to cling to a notion. And so he rode out a lazy current, allowing the paranoia and anxiety that plagued him to leave his side for a few, blessed moments.

Eventually, he was roused from a state of half consciousness by the sensation of a finger poking into the plush skin of his cheek and the brush of a whispered laugh against his neck, and he blinked his eyes open to find Taehyung's face hovering above his own. He smelled of jasmine tea and his curls were strung with sugar and white flour.

"Jiminie," he cooed, and Jimin hummed, only half aware of his surroundings. "Jiminie, time to wake up. It's time for the movie."

"Why not let him sleep?" Jin scolded from somewhere to Jimin's right. "He's had a long day."

"This is one of Jiminie's favorite movies. He'd be upset if we watched it without him." Hobi said, and Jimin sighed, forcefully tugging his fitful consciousness from the throes of slumber.

"What movie are we watching?" He slurred, bottom lip jutting out in confusion, and numbly, he felt a soft tug on the ends of his hair, a brush of a finger through his strands.

"We're watching Howl's Moving Castle." Taehyung said with a curling, rosebud smile, and Jimin jolted at that, a shudder of electric excitement spiking down the length of his spine.

He scrambled upwards, and though his movements were severely uncoordinated and sluggish, he managed to right himself with the guidance of a broad hand against his back, a nudge against his shoulder. He blinked again, more harshly this time, and realized that hand belonged to Yoongi, who was staring at him with a foreign expression Jimin couldn't quite place. But his forehead was unmarred by distress, his shoulders smoothed into a sloping line, and his pretty mouth was just slightly tilted up at the corners. Like it held the aftershock of a smile.

Howl. That's a Studio Ghibli movie right? He asked, and Jimin giggled in delight.

"You remembered!" He laughed, leaning into Yoongi's warm palm, and Yoongi scowled, though the affect of it was ruined by his sunset smeared cheeks and rose blossomed nose. He was far too precious.