#rip bye

it’s not early per se—it’s 3am, actually—but jimin had only left a couple of hours ago since her best friend taehyung had all but forced her at the last minute to tag along to some party with her. yoongi missed some of the details, but jimin  always fills her in eventually.

she opens her arms, waits for jimin to get her other shoe off before she’s making her way over to their double bed, not bothering to change out of her clothes just yet.

“i missed you,” jimin tells her as she makes herself comfortable, nuzzles into the crook of yoongi’s neck the way she usually does whenever they cuddle. yoongi puts one hand on her hip and strokes jimin’s fluffy blonde hair with the other. “tae didn’t need me anymore so i came home. were you waiting for me?“ 

“i was,” yoongi hums, finger tracing patterns on jimin’s back over her jacket. "so what exactly,” she squirms when she feels jimin kiss her neck. it’s merely a press of lips to skin but she’s always been so damn ticklish, especially with the first few kisses. “what did she want and why did it involve her having to kidnap my girlfriend at 1 o'clock in the morning?”

“ah, well,” jimin laughs in between the next few kisses; pulls back the tiniest bit just so that she can smile at her girlfriend. “she needed moral support because there’s this girl she’s been wanting to talk to.”

yoongi raises her eyebrows. this is new. “our kim taehyung?” she asks incredulously as jimin nods back at her, the exact same expression on her face, “having trouble talking to girls? since when?”

“that’s what i asked her! i—wait a sec, let me just—” jimin sits up on her knees so that she can shrug her jacket off—it’s denim, oversized, and yoongi's—and yoongi watches her as she then she gets up from the bed and leaves the room, presumably to the bathroom where she’d left her pyjamas. whilst she’s out changing, yoongi downs the rest of her wine and switches on the bedside lamp, then makes herself comfortable in bed by bringing her pillows down so she can lay on them.

“do you want any wine, baby?” yoongi calls, just as she’s about to put the bottle away for the night.

“not tonight unnie, thanks!” jimin’s voice comes from a few rooms away.

luckily, she doesn’t waste any time and comes back shortly after, now in a loose t-shirt and shorts, her hair tied into a ponytail. how does she look so… otherworldly, all the time, yoongi catches herself thinking just as jimin stops in the doorway to yawn, stretching her arms up over her head before switching the light off and climbing back into bed.

“so where was i?” she asks, and yoongi tuts fondly at her before turning to her bedside cabinet and getting something out of her top drawer. 

“here, you forgot to take your face off,” she says when she turns back to her, makeup wipe in hand. “i’ll do it. " 

jimin’s curious expression melts into a grin, but she obediently closes her eyes when yoongi gently places her fingers on jimin’s jaw to tilt her head up so that she can reach her face more easily.

"so you were talking about taehyung’s crush,” yoongi prompts as she gently wipes off her eyeshadow, and jimin makes a noise of acknowledgement before going back to her story.

“yeah, her name’s jeon jungkook. couple years younger, super cute, ruined white t-shirts for the rest of us mere mortals,” yoongi snorts at that, and jimin grins again before continuing, “i think taehyung may have made a bad impression when they first met? something about an accident in the campus cafe. she was so nervous, it was almost funny. poor taehyungie.”

“look up,” yoongi hums, having wiped most of jimin’s face clean. jimin does just that, and yoongi gently cleans under her eyes. “why so late then, why today?”

“she was already partying! and then when she saw jungkook she panicked and came back to find me. i don’t think she wanted to face her alone, you know how she gets when she feels bad about things.”

“ahh.” yoongi inspects jimin’s face then, and when she deems it perfectly clean, kisses her nose—jimin cutely scrunches her face up at that, puckering her lips for another kiss which yoongi very gladly obliges—before reaching behind her to discard of the used wipe somewhere on her bedside table. “did jungkook mind, then?” she asks as she’s settling back into bed, propping herself up on one elbow.

“no, that’s the funniest part,” jimin laughs as she pulls the covers up a little higher. “just as taehyung got back there with me, jungkook saw her and went over to talk to her. put the moves on her too! you should’ve seen taehyung; she almost fainted but i stayed, they seemed like they were okay, i came back.”

“what a waste,” yoongi muses playfully, reaching forward to brush jimin’s bangs out of her face. “of your time, and mine.”

jimin tuts at that, catching yoongi by the wrist before scooting over to cuddle into her side. “tae needed me, unnie! i’d let you do the same if namjoon or hobi unnie called you about a song, or something. i wouldn’t like it, but i would.”

“i’m just saying… if you kept me in the loop i could’ve introduced tae and jungkookie a long time ago, but—”

“wait, jungkookie?” jimin stops playing with yoongi’s fingers and looks up at her, confusion written all over her face. eyes wide, brows knitted together, lips round and pink, yoongi would capture and frame all of her expressions if she could. she makes a mental note to find her polaroid camera sometime so she can start doing exactly that. “you never mentioned knowing jungkook.”

she only shrugs innocently at that. “she sings for namjoon sometimes, of course i do. must have slipped my mind.”

“unnie!”

“okay, i’m kidding,” yoongi concedes, “but i remember thinking about her once, how taehyung would really like her—you know me, always looking out for my friends,” she boasts, hand over her heart, and jimin giggles at her before nodding for her to carry on. “then she came to the studio one day, her whole outfit—white, it was—stained and wet with coffee, she had cake in her hair too, poor kid. but for some reason she looked over the moon about it, and when namjoonie aske, she mentioned something about bumping into her soulmate.”

jimin ‘aw’s at that, bringing their intertwined hands to her cheek, and yoongi shakes her head. “i may have blocked it out of my memory after that,” she sighs dramatically, “and, i guess i thought it’d be a matter of time before you’d meet her anyway so. i may have forgotten about it, until you mentioned her again just now.” her girlfriend only rolls her eyes at her. “enough about that though,” she says, wiggling her hand out of jimin’s so that she can point to the pout on her face. “kiss me. i missed you.”

“you missed me that much, unnie?” jimin asks her, sitting up slightly and shifting so that she’s facing yoongi, who nods sadly at her.

“you were gone for hours,” she complains, hands snaking up jimin’s waist, and jimin only giggles at her.

“you’ve survived without me for much longer than that.”

it’s true, but it isn’t fair. “exactly.” yoongi gently tugs a very amused jimin forwards so that she’s leaning over her. “been so busy, feels like i haven’t seen you all week,” she murmurs, lips skimming her neck. what with jimin’s study dates with friends and numerous assignments she’d been diligently finishing off that week, yoongi had stepped back to let her do her thing, knowing full well how easily distracted jimin could get. she had spent most of the week in namjoon’s studio, only meeting up with jimin when she came to make sure she was eating or when she came back to retire for the night. even though most nights she had come home to jimin having already fallen asleep before her, sitting in bed with her head tipped back and a textbook in her lap. 

“and as soon as i get you all to myself you leave me for some party.” she kisses the corner of jimin’s mouth, smiling at how jimin tries to turn her head so that she can meet her lips. “not fair at all, jiminnie.”

to make her point she pouts; pulls away to lean back against the headboard and jimin wastes no time, swinging a leg over yoongi’s waist so that she’s straddling her.

“you’re so demanding,” she coos as she takes yoongi’s reading glasses off for her and gently places them on yoongi’s bedside table. “if you wanted kisses you could’ve just taken them for yourse–hey!” she laughs when yoongi cuts her off with a kiss, their noses bumping. 

“like that?" 

jimin’s about to answer but yoongi doesn’t give her the chance; kisses her again, once, twice, and once more before jimin fists her hands in her hair and stops her from pulling away again. she knows that yoongi likes to tease; that she kisses as if they have all the time in the world to taste, touch, explore each other, but jimin’s always greedy for more and yoongi is more than willing to oblige. 

it’s jimin who furthers the kiss, tilting her head so that she can kiss her deeper, harder. she groans into yoongi’s mouth when she feels their tongues brush, not finding it in her to care when she feels yoongi exhale a laugh.

"you’re so cute,” yoongi murmurs against her lips before tugging on the bottom with her teeth, taking it into her mouth to suck on when jimin tightly grips her shoulders in reponse. her hands are on jimin’s waist and her thumbs rubbing circles into skin, and everything; the kiss, jimin’s mouth, jimin’s skin, jimin, is so, so, hot.

so she tells her exactly that when she breaks the kiss to catch her breath. “beautiful,” yoongi tells her after she flips them over so that jimin’s lying on her back and she’s hovering over her. she murmurs it in between kisses pressed to jimin’s chin, jaw, neck, until she’s pulling jimin’s tee over her head and throwing it to the side

“you too,” jimin breathes just as yoongi’s about to come back in to kiss her again. she tugs at the hem of yoongi’s satin night shirt. “i want it off.”

“take it off then,” yoongi suggests, and jimin rolls her eyes at her before reaching up to undo the buttons for her. yoongi takes the chance to take her in; her messy hair, flushed cheeks, her red, slick, kiss-swollen lips, fading bruises along her collarbone from a few mornings ago when they had some spare time before jimin had to leave for class.

“you’re beautiful, jimin,” she tells her again; softly, earnestly, and jimin looks up from the second to last button with brows knitted together, her tongue sticking out as she works, before her focused expression transforms into a shy smile. 

“unnie, stop,” she whines bashfully, and yoongi laughs at her as she shrugs her shirt off. “just get over here already.”

“i’m here.” yoongi throws the shirt off to the side; brushes jimin’s hair out of her face before she leans back down so that she’s withing kissing range. “been waiting for this all week,” she tells her before kissing her, once on the lips. jimin hums lazily in response. “you’ve been working so hard,” another just below the dip of her collarbones, “been so stressed,” one more just above her bra, “think you deserve a break.” she then kisses down her stomach, stopping when her lips reach the waistband of jimin’s shorts. “and all i want right now,” yoongi hums as she hooks her fingers in them, “is to…” she looks up at her face and the adoration that fills her heart at the sight before her is just enough to stop her from weeping. “…jiminnie?

she lets go of jimin’s shorts and sits up on her knees. "baby?”

she’s asleep, poor thing—mouth open, shirtless—and on top of all that she still somehow looks good enough to eat.

yoongi fondly shakes her head and decides against fetching her shirt since it’s hot enough for her to sleep without it. after grabbing her phone and taking a quick picture—as if she isn’t going to tease her about this later—she gently nudges her into a more natural sleeping position on her side before tucking the blanket up to her chin and giving jimin her goodnight kisses. one on the forehead, one on the cheek. 

she sighs then, just watching jimin for a moment whilst internally debating whether or not she should go to bed just yet.

and then she gives up and groans, falling face first into her pillow.