Kumamon | yoonmin

Kumamon Lover; 512th Day

"Don't leave," Yoongi whines when he feels Jimin leave the bed.

"But Tae and Kook just called me, they want me to do the laundry already. I asked them to do it my turn for the past month, they're getting angry," Jimin explains, sounding like he doesn't want to go either. "And, they're already saying enough of me coming over yours, they'll get suspicious."

A tense silence follows, the thought of how to tell the others crossing their minds.

"When are we gonna tell them?"

Yoongi shrugs. "Is never an option?"

Jimin laughs, "No."

"But, I mean, like, we don't have to tell them. Like just not hide anything between us? Act normal, and let them figure it out on their own. I've known them for long, I don't think they're against it, but..."

"I'm scared."

"Me too."

"But, it's okay, we'll get through it."

"Yeah, we will."

"This conversation is so awkward while you're standing next to the bed and I still have my eyes closed."

Jimin chuckles, then says with a pout, "I really have to go, though."

Yoongi opens his eyes, lips pouting just like Jimin's, looking at the boy with a glint in his eyes.

"If you want a kiss, you're brushing your teeth first."

"Better get going, then," how fast Yoongi gets up makes Jimin laugh out loud before he follows Yoongi into the bathroom, asking for the same spare toothbrush he's used before.

The second both of them are done brushing their teeth, Yoongi gently presses Jimin against the wall of his room and crashes their lips together, both smiling.

"You really like kissing," Jimin states, a little breathless, not exactly complaining.

Yoongi hums before kissing Jimin again who mumbles mid-kiss, "Tastes like mint, just like your hair."

Yoongi snorts, head falling to the side, both their hair still a mess from not brushing it.

"I should dye my hair another color."

"You should. We should do it together. The orange in mine is fading."

"Tomorrow?"

"Sounds good. Am I allowed to go now?"

Yoongi surges forward in for one last kiss and finally nodding in approval, "Yes."

An affectionate expression on his face, Jimin finally walks off, leaving the bedroom to now leave.

"The duplicate keys are on the coffee table, I'm going back to bed. You're locking the door," Yoongi says, voice loud enough to travel to the other room so Jimin can hear.

"Okay~ Bye, hyung. Love you~" Then he hears the door shut, quickly followed by it locking.

He jumps right into bed, snuggling in the warm covers, taking in Jimin's scent that still lingered.

Yoongi felt like he's swimming in a pool full of warmth and fluff, disgustingly happy and in love.