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I don’t have a request for a plot but can you plz do a yoonmin fic soon ?

    Jimin is absolutely furious. Maybe he’s terrified and possibly about to cry too. His so called friend Taehyung had begged him to go out tonight, knowing how much he hated Halloween. He didn’t understand why anyone would enjoy such a horrifying holiday. After two hours of Tae whining, Jimin grudgingly slipped on the angel costume offered to him, squinting at his friends costume in the process. Jimin was pretty sure his friend had decided to be a carrot this Halloween, but chose to say nothing as he trudged to the car, an air of defeat surrounding him.

    Jimin had agreed to go to one haunted house with Taehyung, in return for some delicious food and a nice, unscary movie afterwards. It was looking like those things were no longer in his future. He was probably going to die instead. Only five minutes after entering the haunted house, Taehyung had diappeared with some guy wearing a bunny costume, abandoning him and apparently their friendship in the process. He was never going to forgive that square-mouthed jerk.

    Jimin jerked out of his anger-fueled vision of strangling Taehyung with his new aquaintances bunny ears, certain he had heard a sigh right in front of him. He was currently balled up in a corner behind some boxes, refusing to walk down the dark hallway in front of him but also too scared to turn back. He was pretty sure he had been spotted though, much too scared to lift his head and look around. After about a minute of silence he felt brave enough to take a peek. Looking up, Jimin’s body immediately tensed as he looked the literal devil right in the eye. 

    Sighing deeply, Satan gave a halfhearted wave and said, “Boo.”

    Jimin passed out.

Here’s the foreword! It’s on its way. :)

(I’m Jimin)

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send me requests and I WILL do them. I’ve been dying to get back into writing but I need the push from you guys. Come onnnn someoneee

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That plot on Forever Young thoughhh TT

Did you like it?? It's a bit cheesy but I was happy with how it turned out 😊

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Forever Young               Part 2/2

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Vmon

Description: Obsessed with youth, Namjoon is finding it difficult to accept that he is growing older and leaving his golden years behind. Risking his life and his sanity, Namjoon searches for the one thing he believes will save him, save the most important part of him.

Namjoon searches for the Fountain of Youth.

Author’s Note: This is the ending to Forever Young! Get ready for some feels. Requests are open!

                                          Only To Suffocate Me

     Taehyung opened his eyes slowly to Namjoon shaking him awake with an enormous smile. He had always loved Joon's dimples the most and no matter how long they had been together, those tiny dips on each cheek had never failed to make his heart flutter. Taehyung couldn't help but smile back, bringing the back of his hand up to rub the sleep from his eyes. Before he could do so, Namjoon quickly grabbed his hand with a worried look in his eyes.

"Tae, what is this? Why would you do this to yourself?" Namjoon whispered, "Is this a bite mark?"

     Taehyung, still trying to wake up, just stared at him in confusion. Looking down he noticed a ring of cuts on the back of his hand and dried blood that at one point last night had run down his arm. Slowly, he remembered the odd dream he had last night, if you could consider it a dream, but chose not to repeat it to Namjoon when he saw the blood on the other man's hands and pants.

"Oh no, I'm bleeding all over you," Taehyung gasped, "Let me go get cleaned up."

     Namjoon said nothing, but at the mention of his bloody clothes had stiffened up and turned a sickly shade of green. Feeling uneasy, but assuming Joon was just worried about his hand, Tae walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Turning on the light, Taehyung looked down at his hand and realized that it felt much worse than it actually was. The teeth marks were already beginning to scab over and after running his hand under the faucet water, he realized that all of the dried blood had been from hours ago. He was no longer bleeding. Tae struggled to bandage his hands, dropping the gauze multiple times because he couldn't stop shaking. Five minutes later, his hand was finally bandaged. He had managed to slide down the door and sit on the ground, trying to calm himself down.

     Namjoon had seemed fine when he shook Tae awake. He hadn't seemed hurt at all, and to be honest, had seemed happier than he had in months. Taehyung was positive that Joon hadn't come home with any more injuries, but if that was the case, and Tae's hand had stopped bleeding hours ago, whose blood was that drying on Namjoon's clothes?

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"Hey Tae, are you alright in there?" Namjoon asked, "I don't want to bother you, but you've been in there for an hour."

     Taehyung stood up, still leaning against the door for support. Sighing, he walked to the sink and splashed cold water on his face.

"I'll be out in a second." He choked out, "I'm just washing my face."

     He listened to Namjoon walk away and heard the bed springs squeak as he sat down. Tae wanted more than anything to walk into the bedroom and just lay with Namjoon. He felt as though they hadn't actually held each other in months. He didn't understand how they had grown so distant. After turning off the faucet and drying his face, Taehyung flung open the door and ran over to Namjoon. Jumping onto the bed, Tae wrapped his arms tightly around his boyfriend. He heard Namjoon chuckle and couldn't help but smile when he felt Joon's arms wrap protectively around him as well. None of the things he had been going through mattered now that Tae was safe in Namjoon's arms. Laying his head on Joon's chest, Tae closed his eyes, needing no other reminder as to how he fell in love with this man in the first place. Namjoon quickly resituated Tae's head, trying to relieve some pressure from the gash he had recieved only yesterday. It seemed as though it had happened forever ago. A lifetime ago.

"I know you're trying to avoid this conversation, but I've finally found it" Namjoon murmured, rubbing small circles into Tae's back.

     Tae felt the vibrations in Namjoon's chest as he spoke and suddently felt very tired. Joon's voice was like his own personal lullaby, every word he said combining to make a song just for him. Tae could listen to it forever but right now he knew that Joon would rather show him the fountain he had spent so much time searching for. Time that they could have spent together instead. Sitting up, Tae grabbed Joon's hand and helped him out of bed.

"Well let's go!" Taehyung said cheerfully, "You want to take me there right?"

     Tae loved the way Namjoon's face lit up as he walked to the door and threw on his jacket, but in the back of his mind all he could think about was the fact that, after tonight, he would finally have Joon to himself again. He couldn't wait to spend the rest of their lives together, without this obsession pushing them further apart.

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     Taehyung was now blindfolded and holding onto Namjoon's shoulders for dear life as the other man quickly climbed up what he assumed was a very rocky and difficult mountain to climb. They had driven for hours before Joon had pulled up to a beautiful mountain with trees so thick and tangled it seemed almost impossible to enter. As they got closer, Tae noticed that the roots tangled together on the forest floor, catching dead leaves and any other debris unlucky enough to be blown into the mountain. It was a very dangerous place to walk, with the risk of taking the wrong step and breaking an ankle or leg. The forest gave off a challenging air, daring anyone to enter.

     Namjoon had stopped Taehyung not even ten steps in, put on the blindfold, and told him to hop on his back. Joon had said something along the lines of the rest of the way being a surprise and he could take off the blindfold when they got to the cave. Taehyung suspected there was another reason for being blindfolded but didn't complain when he realized that if he looked directly down, he could still see part of the ground. He had been worried that Namjoon might fall with the extra weight, but had actually seemed more confident and sure-footed with Tae safely on his back.

"We're almost there!" Namjoon said, practically shaking with excitement.

     Despite himself, Tae was getting excited too and had been watching the path Joon had been taking through the small gap in his blindfold. He felt the muscles in Namjoon's back stiffen as he tried to step over something in the middle of the path. Time seemed to slow down when Tae saw two legs directly beneath him. It looked as though someone was casually laying down on the path, but Tae knew that wasn't it. The shoes seemed familiar, and Tae realized that they belonged to the man that had picked up Joon last nght at the apartment. The man that Tae had been jealous about. Suddenly the blood on Namjoon made much more sense.

     Tae had stiffened as well and he was sure Joon had noticed. He felt more than heard Namjoon sigh and was caught of guard when he felt his feet gently touched the ground. Tae reached up to pull of the blindfold, scared of what he might see. They were a few feet into the opening of a cave, meaning that Tae didn't need time to adjust his eyes. Though he could see everything clearly, the only light they had was coming from the opening of the cave. Squinting towards it he could still make out the man laying there.

     Gently, Namjoon grabbed his hand, leading him farther back into the cave. Taehyung assumed that the man's body was something they wouldn't be talking about. Silently, Joon turned on his flashlight, tightening the grip on Tae's hand. Tae flinched, worried that the wound on his hand would reopen, but didn't pull away. Taehyung was anxious, trying to push away any negative thoughts. He was beginning to worry that Namjoon had brought him down here with no intentions of bringing him back. He had read about theories on the Fountain of Youth and many talked of death much more than they mentioned eternal life.

     They couldn't have been walking for more than fifteen minutes before they were standing at the opening of a large room. Taehyung couldn't believe his eyes. In the center of the room was the pool of water he had been dreaming of for months. Not only was the pond itself real, but the odd urge he had to submerge himself in it was too. It was more than real. Taehyung almost felt suffocated by the desire.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" Namjoon said, lighting up two lanterns that had been attached to both sides of the room. "Of course it's not as beautiful as you."

"It really is beautiful." Taehyung whispered, not even catching the compliment.

     Taehyung must have been staring at the water for a while because they next thing he knew, Namjoon's hand was on his shoulder and he was being led to a picnic blanket decorated with flowers and delicious looking food.

     Joon helped Tae sit down before grabbing two older looking bowls and walking towards two streams of water that Taehyung hadn't noticed until now, too consumed by the pool of water. After filling them both up, Joon walked back to the blanket, sitting the first bowl in front of Tae and the second in front of himself.

"Okay, let's eat." Namjoon said, grabbing Tae's hand that had already started reaching for his bowl, "Not yet."

     Taehyung pulled his hand back, grabbing a spoon instead. After enjoying the seaweed soup Namjoon had made for them and eating until they were both practically sick, Taehyung found himself in Joon's arms once again. Although he still felt the pool of water calling for him, being in Namjoon's arms seemed to drown everything else out. His desire for Joon would always be stronger than anything else, and Tae felt happy knowing that he had found the only thing in this world worth living for. He felt even happier knowing that after they each drank out of their bowls, Tae would not only have Namjoon to himself again, but he would have him for the rest of eternity.

"Can we drink it yet?" Taehyung asked, wanting to get this over with and go home.

     Namjoon hesitated but nodded, retrieving the bowls from the blanket and bringing them over to Taehyung.

"Let's drink it together." Namjoon said with a smile.

     Taehyung nodded, taking the bowl from Joon and bringing it to his mouth. Namjoon continued smiling, both dimples visible on each side of his bowl as he brought it up to his mouth as well. Joon counted down on his fingers from five, giving a thumbs up when he reached one and drinking  the contents of the bowl at the same time as Taehyung. Flinging the bowl down on the blanket, Tae gave Joon a wide, rectangular smile.

"Okay we're immortal now," Taehyung teased, "Good job, well done, let's go home now."

     Namjoon was still smiling but now that Taehyung wasn't so impatient to drink the water and go home, he could see unshed tears in his eyes.

"Taehyung all I want for you is to be happy. I just wanted you safe and I wanted to be able to protect you," Namjoon said softly, "Even if I have to leave you to do so."

     Taehyung had been so excited to get this over with and return home that he hadn't considered the consequences of what they were trying to do. As he stood there staring into the love of his life's eyes, he listened to Namjoon explain the price of the fountain. While eternal youth would be granted to anyone who drank from the stream, it demanded another life to be sacrificed by drinking out of the stream next to it.

     Taehyung watched as Namjoon grew duller, years of his life slowly draining from his body and painting him black.

"Taehyung you're glowing." Namjoon whispered, falling down on his knees.

     Taehyung fell down on his knee's in front of Namjoon, trying to make sense of what was happening. Joon continued to fade and Taehyung swore he could actually see through him now. Namjoon hadn't been lying, Taehyung was glowing, though the light radiating off of him was almost blinding now.

"Anything you want, any dreams you have," Namjoon said, his voice hoarse, "you have all the time in the world to make them yours."

     Taehyung wiped the tears from his eyes, noticing the the wound on his hand was completely healed.

"Any dreams I had, anything I thought I wanted," Taehyung sobbed, "You just made it all impossible for me. All of my dreams were with you, the only thing I ever wanted was you. You may think you've given me eternal life, but you're killing me, Joon. You've killed me."

     Taehyung watched Namjoon's eyes widen, realizing in his last moments what he had done. But it was too late and in the end there was no goodbye or words of love before Taehyung was on his knees alone in the cave, grief just barely stronger than the pull he felt to the water behind him.

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     Taehyung wasn't sure how long Namjoon had been gone. He had been alone in the cave for days, months, maybe years. He wasn't sure and he didn't care. The pain he felt from losing Joon continued to grow stronger, sometimes he felt it through anger or terrible grief. As the pain grew stronger as did the desire he had to give up and let in. He knew that doing so would go against everything Namjoon would want for him but he also couldn't help but think about how maybe, just maybe, they could be reunited. A life living alone in a cave wasn't a life at all, but he wasn't willing to leave and face a life without Joon.

     Taehyung had his back to the water now. Looking at the last place he had touched Namjoon, been held by him. The blanket was molded now, with stains from the food that had rotted and been washed away a long time ago. Tae's heart ached when he thought back to how excited he had been to drink and go home. How excited he had been to take Namjoon's life. Taehyung knew what came next. He had watched it happen many times in his dreams. All he had to do was tip back and be done with it. Slowly his body fell through the air, allowing Taehyung to let go of all of his grief and anger. He was excited for the nothingness that would come once he hit the water.

     But that wasn't what happened. Taehyung was still awake when he hit the surface of the water and broke through it. He was still awake as he sank down to the bottom, invisible hands restraining him and making sure he couldn't move. He was still awake when he couldn't hold his breath anymore, lungs straining for oxygen. But as he took in his second breath of water, he didn't feel as awake. Everything felt warm, as though he was once again in his bed, head tucked under Namjoon's chin. Taehyung was content with the warmth the cold water now had to offer. Leaning back, he thought he felt Joon's hand rubbing small circles on his back. Taehyung smiled, finally closing his eyes.

"Hyung, I missed you."

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Hellooooo! I love your writing! Keep being amazing :)

this made me so happy i’m gonna cry T-T

you’re the amazing one!! Part 2 of Forever Young will be up shortly~

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Forever Young            Part 1/2

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Vmon

Description: Obsessed with youth, Namjoon is finding it difficult to accept that he is growing older and leaving his golden years behind. Risking his life and his sanity, Namjoon searches for the one thing he believes will save him, save the most important part of him.

Namjoon searches for the Fountain of Youth.

Foreword: Taehyung sat at his desk staring at the sheet of paper he had been scribbling on for the past two hours. Finally he stood up, stretching towards the ceiling and yawning loudly. Glancing at the clock, Tae felt a wave of irritation hit. He didn't want to be angry at Namjoon or be the type of boyfriend who demanded to know where he was or what he was doing, but as the clock crept closer to three in the morning Tae couldn't help the frustrated tears that welled up in his eyes. Angrily wiping his sleeve across his face, Taehyung shut off the lights and got into bed. Curling into a tight ball he grabbed a pillow, hugging it to his chest. Not allowing himself to make a sound, Tae let the tears silently roll down his cheek. And then he slept.

Namjoon walked into a dark apartment, dragging his feet as he made his way to the bedroom. Checking to make sure Taehyung was asleep, he crept to the bathroom and shut the door. Turning on the light, Namjoon flinched away at the sight of himself. Dirt was caked on the front of his chest, barely hiding the darker, much wetter stain underneath. Pulling off his shirt, he did his best to clean the wound. Namjoon quickly showered, bandaged the deep gash across his chest, and walked over to his sleeping boyfriend. Looking down at Taehyung, Namjoon's heart sank. Reaching down he followed the path of dried tears with his fingers. The trail of tears seemed so out of place on such a beautiful face. Gently laying down, careful to not reopen his wound, Namjoon wondered,

"Did I make any mistakes today?"

                            You Became The Reason I Breathe

     Taehyung drifted in and out of sleep, content with the warmth Namjoon's body offered. Scooting back, Tae snuggled closer to the other man, resting his head back and tucking it under Joon's chin. Taehyung slowly began to fall back to sleep, when a whimper from Namjoon caught his attention. Worried, he turned around to face his still sleeping boyfriend and was shocked to see his body drenched in sweat. Assuming Joon was having a nightmare, Tae laid his hand on the other's chest, intending to shake him awake. As soon as Tae's hand made contact, Namjoon's eyes shot open, mixed with confusion and pain. Taehyung froze, hurt by the expression he was receiving. Realizing the situation, Joon knocked Tae's hand away playfully, trying to break the tension.

"Good morning, Tae," Namjoon said hoarsly. "Getting all handsy this early in the morning? Shame on you."

    Taehyung said nothing, and Joon started to feel uncomfortable under his watchful stare. Joon noticed Tae's eyes shift down to his chest and then back up. He almost couldn't take it when he looked back into Tae's eyes and was met with suspicion and tears.

"You're hurt again aren't you?" Tae said, clearly holding back tears. "How bad is it? Let me see."

    Taehyung reached over to grab the hem of Joon's shirt, slowly lifting it up to see the damage. Namjoon gently grabbed his wrist, stopping him from going any further. Using his other hand, he grabbed Tae's chin, lifting it up to look into the boy's puppy-like eyes.

"Listen Tae, I'm honestly fine," Namjoon said quietly, unable to look into his eyes for long. "It's just a scratch."

      Taehyung shouted in anger and yanked up Joon's shirt, brushing over the bandage and causing the other to yelp in pain. Unable to continue holding back the tears, Tae began to unwrap the dirty cloth, apologizing under his breath for accidently hurting Joon. When he finally saw the large, red gash across his boyfriends chest, Taehyung tried to speak but instead broke out into a coughing fit. Resting his head on Joon's stomach, Tae tried to catch his breath. Eventually he noticed a large hand rubbing comforting circles on his back and could hear his boyfriend talking quietly in a deep voice.

"-didn't want you to think of me as selfish, but how else could I possible go about this? I just want to protect you. I want you to continue smiling and making this world a better place. I need you to." Namjoon whispered. "You are the one thing worth keeping forever, the one thing that deserves to last, and with this fountain eternal youth is possible. You will always shine, Taehyung."

      Tae shifted a bit, causing Joon to grow silent. Sitting up on his knees, he looked directly into Joon's eyes.

"You idiot, you'll waste your entire youth searching for this fairytale. You'll lose everything just to live forever. Am I not enough?" Taehyung said. "Are you willing to lose me too?"

      Joon looked at Tae as if he still had a hold of his wound and was now intentionally pressing on it to cause him pain.

"Anything I lose, I have lost so that you can have it all," Namjoon replied. "And believe me when I say that this fairytale is a real, tangible thing. And God I'm so close."

      Taehyung stood up from the bed and walked to the bathroom without a word. Returning with the first aid kit, he cleaned Joon's wound and rebandaged it. When he felt it was wrapped tight enough, Taehyung helped put Joon's shirt back on and pushed him back until he was resting comfortably on a mound of pillows. Getting into the bed, Tae gently rested his head on Joon's arm, wanting nothing more than to be close to him and rest. Closing his eyes, Tae slowly began to drift back to sleep.

"There's something you don't understand, Joonie," Tae said sleepily. "I never wanted it all. I only wanted you."

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      Tae woke up to a loud crash.

"Namjoon we've found it! You were right!" a man shouted. "Namjoon!"

      Taehyung felt Joon jump up quickly, running to the mysterious man and grabbing him by the shoulders.

"You've found it? You're sure?" Namjoon asked, clearly excited.

"We haven't gone in yet, but yes we're fairly convinced it has to be the place." Said the man, who tae could now see was very handsome. Jealousy suddenly flared up inside of him.

      Namjoon was throwing on his jacket and walking to the door.

"I'll be back soon Tae! This is it, this is what we've been waiting for." Namjoon marvelled. "We've done it."

      When the apartment door finally shut behind them, Tae allowed himself to fall back into the bed and curl up. Biting his fist, Tae tried to hold himself together. He felt as though he was shattering into a million pieces. Closing his eyes Taehyung saw a dark room, and in the center, a pond full of black water. He was standing just on the edge, the ground freezing his bare feet. Tae had his back to the water but he still felt pulled to it. Not quite asleep, Tae could see all of this vividly. He could see himself standing on the edge, slowling tipping backwards, and as soon as he touched the water, nothing. Taehyung fell asleep with the taste of blood in his mouth.

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Naptime

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yoonmin

Description: Yoongi had been doing it for years.  He had been up all night working and his studio happened to be next door to the best furniture place in town. Honestly, it was just a nap.

Foreword:  Yoongi walked outside with a hand held up to shield his eyes from the glaring sun. He had been at the studio for a solid twenty hours and was only taking a short break before he had to head back. He had intended on getting a coffee and a delicious snack but as he walked by the display windows of one of his favorite stores he couldn’t help but convince himself that he needed to make a quick stop. It had become a regular thing for Yoongi. He just needed to find one of the beds near the back where the lighting was poor. This furniture store had become one of his favorite places to nap and Yoongi was confident that he would get away with it again. The glaring employee with the red hair didn’t seem to agree.

                                                    Do Not Disturb

   Jimin shot daggers at the man stumbling through the doors. Every other week this guy came into the store, always on Jimin’s shift, just to sneak into the back and fall asleep on one of his beds. Beds that he had spent hours setting up for display. Yoongi was his name. Jimin knew this only because he had heard someone shout it from outside as the man had been walking into the store. Jimin remembered seeing the Blond’s face darken for a second and then immediately soften before he turned around to put a puppy-like boy with a square smile into a headlock. Jimin had watched them leave, even making eye contact with him for a second as Yoongi looked back to gaze longingly at the rows of beds inside. Jimin had never gotten up the nerve to confront him, something about the glint in the blond’s eyes when they made eye contact, but he wasn’t going to allow it today. His boss had been on his back all morning and he didn’t have the time to remake one of his displays because of some guys thirty minute nap. No, he was going to get rid of Yoongi for good. Right after he remade the display up front that some kids had been jumping on. Today was not Jimin’s day.

            Yoongi walked into the store with bleary eyes. He always felt like he became more tired the farther back he went into the building. He didn’t know if it was the dim lighting or his mind playing tricks on him but he only had one thing in mind as he brought his hand up to stifle a yawn and that was to find the most comfortable looking bed and escape from the world for about an hour. Yoongi preferred his beds to be made a certain way so he always ended up sleeping in the same three everytime he came. This time was no different. Yoongi shuffled up to his favorite bed out of the three, this time decorated with greens and browns, and sighed in relief. He checked his surroundings, making sure no one was around that could see him, before crawling into the bed and pulling up the covers. Not being able to get comfortable he emptied out his pockets, setting his phone and random pocket trash on to a nearby dresser, before laying his head on the pillow and finally passing out.

           Jimin inched closer to the bundle of blankets that shifted a little everytime the annoying man with blond hair took a breath. He wasn’t really sure how to go about this. In the short amount of time it had taken him to remake the bed up front, Yoongi had already managed to fall asleep and was even snoring slightly. Jimin was now standing two feet away from the sleeping mound and couldn’t help but think that Yoongi looked kinda cute, even with the small amount of drool drying on his cheek. Jimin took a deep breath. Okay it was now or never. Jimin reached down and grabbed Yoongi’s shoulder, shaking it slightly.

“Excuse m-me sir,” Jimin said. “I’m going to have to ask you t-to leave.”

Jimin cursed at himself for stuttering. Why was he so afraid of this guy? Looking back down at the bed jimin laughed in disbelief. If anything the man was snoring louder. With a shout of anger, Jimin grabbed a handful of blankets surrounding Yoongi and yanked. The blankets slipped off much easily than he thought they would, resulting in him falling to the ground buried in them.

Jimin counted down from ten, trying to calm himself before he stood up and strangled the asshole that had put him on the floor in the first place. Jerking the covers off his face Jimin stood up, ready to jump on Yoongi and shake him if that’s what it took to wake him up. He threw the blankets onto the ground, something he would have to pay for later, and started toward Yoongi only to stop dead in his tracks. The blond that had looked so adorable just moments before now had a glare on his face that could wilt flowers. Jimin tried to take a breath only to break out into a coughing fit. Hitting his chest with his fist, Jimin finally stopped coughing and looked up at Yoongi with red-tinted ears.

“I do believe I put up a do not disturb sign,” Yoongi growled. “Or am I mistaken?”

“A disturb sign?” Jimin stuttered. Yoongi smirked, nodding his head towards the dresser.

Jimin walked over to the dresser, feeling the other male glare at his back.

“This is a crinkled snickers wrapper,” Jimin said while tossing the trash onto Yoongi’s lap, feeling somewhat braver. “Now stop sleeping in my beds.”

“Your beds?” Yoongi said, looking more amused now then angry. “You like to sleep here too?”

“No, you idiot,” Jimin whispered, making sure not to draw attention from other customers. “I have to remake these beds everytime your lazy ass comes in here.”

Yoongi’s expression had darkened as soon as the word idiot had come out of Jimin’s mouth, but slowly turned more playful as he leaned closer and squinted at Jimin’s name tag.

“Park Jimin, huh,” Yoongi chuckled, “That’s a shame, I thought you might like to join me. You look exhausted.”

Jimin looked back at the front of the store. Those kids were back and jumping on the bed he just remade. His boss was towering over one of his coworkers in the front, waving his hands around and clearly shouting, while the poor guy he was screaming at held back tears. Jimin sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to think clearly. He was exhausted and even if Yoongi was the most infuriating guy he knew, Jimin realized that, yeah, he did want to crawl in that bed and fall asleep with him. Jimin bent down and scooped up the blankets he had thrown down earlier, staring at them for a second. Finally, Jimin shrugged his shoulders and bunched up the blankets into a ball. Looking up at the sleepy blond he smiled, catching Yoongi off guard and making his smile falter for the first time since he had woken up. Yoongi opened his mouth to speak but Jimin quickly shut him up by throwing the blankets and hitting him right in the face, knocking him backwards in the bed. Yoongi yanked off the blankets, red in the face and glared at the annoying employee in front of him.

“Look man, I was messing with you. A no would have been just f-” Yoongi was cut off my Jimin jumping onto the bed, kneeing Yoongi in the stomach in the process.

“Hey! Ouch.” Yoongi whined, holding onto his chest.

Jimin yanked the covers over both of them, putting a finger on Yoongi’s lip so he would be quiet.

“My boss is walking over here be still,” Jimin whispered in a panic-tinged voice. “He’s going to kill us both.”

Yoongi quickly quieted down, realizing the position they were in and the fact that Jimin was basically curled into his chest. After about ten minutes Yoongi decided he would risk it and glanced down at Jimin with sleepy eyes.

“Hey,” Yoongi whispered. “Did you decide to hop into this bed with me before or after your boss was out to get you?”

Yoongi felt Jimin smile against his chest, making Yoongi smile too and tighten his arm around the adorable boy beside him.

“Well I decided to hop in before my boss came stomping to the back of the building,” Jimin said. “But I don’t get too cocky. A lot of it had to do with the fact that I saw that guy in the mario backpack staring at himself in the mirror section again and I didn’t want to be the one to make him leave. He cries everytime.”

Yoongi shifted, a little unhappy with his answer.

“But I guess you’re kinda cute,” Jimin giggled. “That might have been part of it. Now go to sleep.”

Yoongi smiled and pulled Jimin closer.

“I’m cute, huh?”

“Yeah, shut up.”

Yoongi was already snoring