Yoongi squints his eyes open as he looks over the couch towards his desk. It’s a little after 5 am, he belatedly muses, now seemingly aware of his wake, his eyes are stingy of dried and unshed tears.

You were crying hyung. 

He hears Jimin, and feels the younger securing his hold around him as they settle comfortably on the couch together. Yoongi thinks it is strange that he finds this foreign but all too pleasant, and okay with Jimin practically spooning him from behind, he lets the younger nuzzles his nose at the crooked of his back, and before long Yoongi hears contented sighs coming from Jimin as the younger murmurs softly.

Don’t worry, I’m right here. 

Jimin’s voice comes out muffling, and Yoongi can taste the younger’s seemingly hot breath from behind all through his thick jumper and for a moment, Yoongi doesn’t know how to react. No one has seen him crying before.

It’s cramped in here. Go away.

Yoongi says it rather timidly when his body gives way for more room to Jimin, but as he feels the younger’s hands rubbing softly the back of his palm, fingers lacing them together, Yoongi melts in Jimin’s warmth that contrasts greatly with the coldness of the room.

Later.

Jimin doesn’t even faze.

Yoongi thanks silently the heaven and all of its grace that Jimin stays because he could never mean those words and the thought of loosing warmth, Jimin’s warmth, that rests cozily beside him is too much to bear, Yoongi doesn’t even think twice before turning his body to face Jimin, and immediately scoops the younger’s neck as he brings their forehead together. 

The sudden change in position has Jimin a little surprised though his eyes are barely opened, Jimin is too tired from dancing earlier to think of anything else at the moment other than the warm heat coming from Yoongi, it’s comfortable, Jimin thinks inside, and before he knows it, the gentleness has him in pliant as lets his hyung pulls him closer to cuddle– 

You smell gross, Jimin ah. 

Yoongi’s voice comes out hoarse but with much tender, and Jimin picks that right up as he chuckles lightly, eye now one opens. 

You’re one to talk, hyung.

and Yoongi smiles at those silting dreamy eyes Jimin gives like a baby kitten barely born. They both know his words were inventions since Jimin’s hair is still a little bit damped, fresh, and scents of jasmine, he’s had shower Yoongi knows,

and Yoongi knows how ungodly good Jimin smells at the moment, he has to stop himself from smothering the younger boy to death. Yoongi takes another initiative as he gently caresses Jimin’s eyes, and coaxes them to open.

Do I smell bad? Hmm?

Jimin’s eyes are both open now and Yoongi can see the exhaustion that circles dark underneath, looking a little puffy but adorable, nevertheless. Jimin takes a moment to stare at Yoongi before he moves upwards lazily, head nested just below Yoongi hyung’s, lips barely brushing against the clavicle of his skin. 

Of course not.