The Mechanism of Life

𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙽

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Jimin slowly opened his eyes. Having to scrunch up his face when the bright morning light hit his face. A yawn fell of his mouth, as he stretched out his body. Even though, he had gone to sleep late, talking to Yoongi till nearly two before both of them had quitely fallen asleep, Jimin felt like it was the best sleep he had in a long while. He frowned a little, when his sleepy, blurry vision focused to an empty bed next to his. 

Then, he heard sounds coming from the other side of the room. Shifting his gaze, he found Yoongi packing up his bag. And putting away their half finished project into another bag and pilling the loose papers together. 

Jimin yawned, sitting up straight. Rubbing the sleep of his eyes. Yoongi stopped once he realized he had woken up. 

"Morning." He muttered, resuming his work. 

"Morning." Jimin mumbled. His voice groggy from the lack of use for a while. 

Though Jimin was curious to what Yoongi was doing. Why was he packing up his bag? And their project. He wanted to ask these questions. But right now, Jimin was far too occupied in trying to not fall asleep once again. 

"What are chu doing?" He asked. Syllables getting mushed together as he ran his hands down his face. As if that would drag the sleep down his eyes. 

"Packing up," Yoongi muttered, "After the conference, all the participants are required to move to the official dormitaries. It's connected to the the main labrotatory where we can work."

"Hmm," Jimin hummed. His eyes gravitating down before shutting down completely. He was nudged awake after a few minutes. A whine unwantingly falling down his lips. He let himself fall backwards, only to be pulled up again. 

"When are we weaving?" Jimin asked. His words still laced heavily with sleep.

"Actually, we have till tomorrow to move over to the dormitory," Yoongi answered, "But all pariticipants need someone to fund their work. Unless they are ridiculously rich or something. Which we both aren't, unless you secretly got means to get that much of money. Mafia, or something of sorts. If that isn't the case, we need to find someone to sponsoring our work."

"Mafia?" Jimin mumbled. Only having properly processed half what of what was told to him. 

"Yes, if you don't wake up, I'm selling you to a gang." 

Jimin paused. His hands falling down to his lap, and face scrunching to a frown, "No."

Yoongi stopped. Staring at him. His lips twitching slightly. Before he gave in and showed an amused smile, "I had no idea you would behave like this while sleepy."

"Behabe like wat?"

Yoongi rolled his eyes as if annoyed, but the smile on his face said otherwise. Though, right now, Jimin didn't have the mind to make any sense of anything around him. He heard Yoongi sigh. 

"Alright, sleep for a while longer," He said, "I'll wake you up later on. And if you don't wake up then, I'm leaving you here."

Jimin was already laying down, and close to falling asleep the moment he heard 'sleep for a while longer'. Then, he barely caught onto the words 'leaving you here'. A sudden memory flashed into his mind. His eyes shot open in sheer panic. All sleepies draining out of his body in a minute as he sat up straight. 

"No!" He cried out. His chest heaving in shallow breaths. 

He panted, watching as Yoongi looked at him both worried and confused. "What?" came the question.