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🇪🇺 On EU, the winners are Trifolium Mysticum, Usvankantama, and Valcca!

Congratulations to Usvankantama for winning 1st place!

Thank you to our judges Fornax, Laranity, Caladrian and Alrun; our scribe tea; and to Ennun for not only judging but also donating their art to the 1st place winner!

🇨🇦 On NA, the winners are Kohlrabi Arugula, Nealie, and Koilin Pondrel!

Congratulations to Nealie for winning 1st place!

Jimin was an early bird, every morning he would be up long before Yoongi and with a satisfied sigh and opening the blinds with the same vigour every morning, he would be greeted by a groan or muttered swearing from Yoongi. It was their routine, and Jimin would always give compensation for it by showering him in kisses or making him a coffee.

Yoongi easily slipped into the pattern of being awoken by these blinding sun rays, just to have Jimin straddle him and pepper his face with kisses. And as much as Yoongi liked to pretend he hated it, it did eventually become the highlight of his morning.

This honeymoon period only lasted so long though. Yoongi was struggling to sleep, tossing and turning; his mind refusing to let him rest with the added pressure of composing; it all bundled itself up into irritation that was taken out on the easiest target, Jimin.

The first morning of many bad ones to come, played out as normal, Jimin got up and stretched before walking to the window and opening the blinds, he smiled as the sun illuminated his face and turning to look at Yoongi, he watched the small patch of black hair retreat into the white sheets. Gently he approached the figure, sitting on the bed Yoongi felt the mattress dip slightly and let out a groan to keep the boy away, Jimin didn’t get the hint. Dragging back the covers slowly Jimin dipped down to plant a kiss on the elder’s head only to be swatted away, pulling the duvet back up Jimin was not disheartened as he went to make Yoongi a coffee.

Whilst Jimin strolled into the small kitchen, Yoongi’s dog Holly played at his feet, and Jimin scooped him up and nuzzled his face into Holly’s fur. After a few minutes of having his face licked and baby talking the dog, Jimin put Holly back down, and with one last stroke he went back to making the coffee. A lock of bubblegum pink hair fell into his eyes and as he pushed it away, then continued to pour the hot water into the instant powder. But his shaky hand spilt some of it which landed on his fingers causing him to squeal and place it in his mouth, but he continued tirelessly in making the coffee.

Finally when he finished, did he allow himself a small grin of triumph before walking back into the bedroom, Holly in tow as he sat on the bed again and Holly dug into the covers.

“Get out, both of you.” Yoongi’s voice was gruff and Jimin wanted to fight back but he knew he was at fault for walking his boyfriend up the same way every day when he had been told countless times how much he needed to rest.

“There’s a coffee on the table,” Jimin muttered, before he scooped Holly up, who barked in protest as together they began to leave.

“I don’t want your fucking apology coffee; I want an uninterrupted morning for once.” Yoongi’s head was poking out of the covers and Jimin pushed down the urge to ruffle his hair, the urge to nestle into his clothes, the urge to nibble on his earrings. Jimin nodded and walked out, his feet dragging on the cold floor; he had left his slippers next to the bed.

Recently, Jimin had noticed that Yoongi enjoyed their morning ritual less and less; but the vocalised outburst had still taken him by surprise, he was still hurt every evening when he was clearing away another untouched coffee but those were just actions, these were words confirming his fears.

Jimin sat on the sofa, knees to his chest as he wondered if Yoongi was finally bored of him. Speculating if their love was not destined for a massive ending but just to fizzle out, Jimin shook his head trying to rid himself of the thoughts but they had been plaguing him for the last week. They were too different; an early bird and a night owl maybe it was doomed from just this small fact.

Jimin slept badly ever since he had decided that Yoongi no longer loved him, in fact, he finally understood why the elder never woke up early; now he was also exhausted all the time. Even when he was asleep, his dreams were intense and often lucid, Jimin constantly having these weird dreams meant he no longer looked forward to sleeping. But he still woke up before Yoongi, he still drew the blinds, he still tried to kiss him, still made an apology coffee and every day these actions seemed to drain him just a bit more.

Jimin refused to believe that what they had was over, but it was hard when the evidence was staring him in the face; the multiple coffee cups building up on Yoongi’s desk and the bags collecting under both of their eyes.

One morning Jimin woke on the sofa, alone and shivering. He was confused, pushing his hair back before getting up and walking back to the bedroom, but as he walked closer to the door; moaning and the creaking of the bed increased in sound. Jimin pushed open the door timidly, scared his worst fears were about to be confirmed. There was a girl on top of Yoongi, long black hair falling down her curvy figure and he could hear Yoongi’s grunts intertwining with her moans. He dropped to his knees, tears rolling down his face as he repeated no.

A hand moved the girl to the side and Yoongi looked at him with no emotion, “get out.” Jimin wanted to fight so badly, wanted to run up and slap his elder in the face. But as he stood back up, slightly wobbling on his feet the girl turned around and it was Jeongguk’s big eyes that met his.

Jimin woke up with a gasp, the room was still dark as he ran a hand over his face; he felt the dampness of his tears and just wanted to cuddle with Yoongi for a bit. But as he snuggled into his boyfriends chest he was pushed away, before Yoongi turned around again, muttering slightly.

Wide eyed Jimin covered his mouth with his hands as sobs racked his shaking body, Yoongi didn’t love him anymore.

So he got up and tugged open the blinds but this time slightly more viscously. Then got back into bed, tears still trickling down his face as he drifted back to a restless sleep.

Yoongi woke up a few minutes later, unlike Jimin unable to sleep when it was light and when he felt the slight dent in the bed next to him he turned ready to reprimand the boy, what he saw instead made his mouth go dry. Jimin was curled up, facing him with tears dripping from his eyes and onto the slightly damp patch of his pillow; his heads shaking from side to side every now and then.

Yoongi ran a hand through his hair, pulling it slightly in frustration. That must have been why Jimin had snuggled into him. Yoongi groaned slightly, scared to wake the younger boy but still running a hand slowly through the bubblegum locks did he manage to soothe him and the tears finally stopped.

Yoongi pushed the pink hair away from the boy’s face and studied him closely; it was the longest he had looked at him in such detail for a few weeks.

Finally, he noticed the bags collecting under Jimin’s eyes so similar to his and the slight frown that had settled on his forehead. Yoongi placed a light kiss on the line before getting out of the bed, determined to make up for being so shit.

When Jimin woke up again he automatically reached out for Yoongi. But the bed was empty, assuming he was hallucinating he stretched out an arm and felt around Yoongi’s side. But he found nothing.

The curtains were already drawn and the morning sun greeted him. But this was not normal and Jimin in an already shaken state pushed himself out of bed. He rushed to the door in a blind panic just to knock onto a hard chest, this was followed by a hot liquid being spilt on his top and the floor and was quickly followed by a string of curses from Yoongi.

“Jiminie,” Yoongi quickly pushed him back into the bedroom before placing the coffee on the table, “quickly take off your top otherwise it will stain.”

But Jimin stood there, arms crossed over his torso, “are you cheating on me?”

Yoongi dropped the glass, the sound of it shattering on the floor was the only sound in the apartment followed by Holly’s yaps. Then his arms were around Jimin as he held him firmly, “I could never- I would never cheat on you,” he murmured into Jimin’s ear.

Jimin didn’t return the hug, his body completely stiff and Yoongi backed away aware of his uncharacteristic frown.

“Jimminie?”

Jimin gave him a tight smile, “I’m not some sort of housewife Yoongi,” Yoongi looked at him shocked, it took a lot to get Jimin this angry and yet he could see where he was coming from, “I’m not always going to crawl back into your lap when you’re a dick to me for weeks.”

“I know, I’m so-”

Jimin cut him off, a broad smile on his face as he said with a laugh, “you obviously don’t. You think I’m weak. You think that love will fix this. What love Yoongi?” A tear slipped down his face, “you don’t love me so how can this be fixed?”

This time when Yoongi hugged Jimin, he wasn’t stiff but hugged back. “I understand you’re angry. But please at least take off your wet top I don’t want you to be ill.”

Jimin sat on the edge of the bed, pulling off his shirt and looking at the floor, tears still slipping down his face. Yoongi quickly pulled his maroon jumper off and pulled it over the younger’s head.

Then Yoongi rubbed his hands on his legs, obviously stuck for words before he began walking out of the room, suddenly he was turning on his heel and was running back to Jimin. They both paused before Yoongi ran his hands through bubblegum locks and looking into Jimin’s eyes kissed him softly on the lips.

After a few seconds, Jimin pulled away and Yoongi looked down before turning to leave again, but Jimin’s hand wrapped around his wrist and Yoongi realised he was being given a second chance.

Turning he smiled softly and with his free hand stroked Jimin’s head, “I’m sorry I am such a bad boyfriend. You’ve been the only thing getting me out of bed in the morning, thank you.” Jimin moved his head so he could look into Yoongi’s eyes and then at his lips, the next time they kissed it was hungry and possessive. But this just reinstated what Yoongi had said.

“Your breath is awful,” Jimin complained and Yoongi laughed running his neck bashfully causing Jimin to laugh and kiss him again. Then he got up and pulled Yoongi to his feet, as they walked arm in arm to the bathroom.

Standing next to each, Jimin looped his arm through Yoongi’s as they continued to brush their teeth, leaning his head on his shoulder, “Yoongi, you won’t believe this dream I had; so..”

But Yoongi was already zoning out as he watched Jimin’s reflection and deciding he would wake up earlier than Jimin from now on so he could always see his crazy bed head and listen to his bizarre dreams, “I love you Jimin.”

Jimin paused mid-word and blinked at the elder in confusion before grinning and planting a foamy kiss on his cheek; “I love you too idiot.”

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On EU, the winners are Metelyksha, Biologist Mona and Bakka The Petkeeper!

Congratulations to Biologist Mona for winning 1st place!

Thank you to our judges Fornax, Sineryh, Toss and Stinkehund; our scribe tea; and to Ennun for donating their art to the 1st place winner!

On NA, the winners are Jaeya, Samhain Sunset and Lorrax Manifested!

Congratulations to Samhain Sunset for winning 1st place!