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三十八 -

— thirty-eight ;

"God, you're so heavy, Jimin." Yoongi groans as he holds Jimin's waist and arm tightly to his body so the both of them won't fall over nor trip. He looks over to the younger and smells his breath reaking with alcohol. He scrunches his nose in disgust. "How many shots did you take any way?"

Jimin however sees the world spinning and he feels like he could vomit anytime. "I feel like throwing up, hyung," he informs Yoongi who grumbles in response. "what should I do?"

"Can't you walk by yourself?" Yoongi quickly asks, afraid that Jimin might puke all over him.

"I-I don't know." Jimin says quietly, looking down. He felt bad for being a trouble to the older.

"Ah, whatever. Let's just go back quickly to the private lounge." Yoongi sighs in defeat as he continues to support the weak boy. He opens the door with his free hand and lies Jimin down on the sofa. Yoongi stretches his muscles for a bit before closing the door firmly. He then sits on a different couch and looks over to the other. "Are you still dizzy? You should rest, Christmas hit you badly." 

Jimin hums softly, trying to peer over Yoongi but his head just hurts when he attempts to. "Then what about you, hyung? Shouldn't you go back out and enjoy the rest of the night?"

Yoongi shrugs, even though Jimin couldn't see it. "Meh, I wouldn't want to have too much fun and drain all my energy out."

Jimin chuckles briefly, the words making him feel nostalgic all of a sudden. "Okay."

"And besides..." Yoongi trails off, staring deep into Jimin's frozen figure.

"Hm?" Jimin patiently waits for him to continue.

"I'd rather stay here and admire the man I love than have fun with a bunch of strangers." 

Jimin suddenly feels his heart skip a beat for a second, an old feeling he used to possess towards the girl he liked; but he ignores it coldly. "What are you even saying?" he tries to feign his nervousness. 

Yoongi snickers and scoots close to him. "Hyung was just kidding." he says, ruffling Jimin's soft, black hair.

Jimin finds his hand comforting that he soon relaxes to the sensation, his eyes slowly shutting down. Until it stops. "Why'd you stop?" he asks, trying to peer over again but the pain comes back. 

Yoongi is quick to notice it just by his expression. "Does Jiminie like having his hair touched like that?" he asks teasingly in hopes of Jimin not forcing himself to look over, resisting the urge to card his hair again.

"What if I do?" Jimin tests daringly, but in a cute way. "Will you do it again?"

"Well too bad. I want you to rest and that's what you're getting." Yoongi deadpans as he reaches over to get the glass he drank from earlier and pours cocktail in it.

Jimin huffs, folding his arms like a child and angrily turning away so he's facing the sofa. "It's Christmas and you're this mean." he mutters in between huffs. 

Yoongi smiles. "Merry Christmas to you, too, Park Jimin."

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After almost an hour, Jimin ended up really sleeping as Yoongi wished for. He's curled up in a fetus position that made him look like a baby. Yoongi found it irresistibly cute that he took a picture of it using his phone. A memento, probably.

He looks over to the peaceful-looking boy, admiring such beauty. "Ah, you're still so beautiful even when asleep." he suddenly says with a soft tone. He later on finds himself moving closer to the sleeping figure and placing a hand on his head. There on, he begins to ruffle Jimin's hair like earlier, except; more carefully and lovingly. 

"No one could ever hate such a precious person like you." he continues to compliment Jimin's well-being. He's so entranced by the boy like he's the most valuable thing in this world; because he is. He just wants to pull him into his arms and protect him forever. Yoongi then leans in slightly so he's facing Jimin a bit. "... I know I'm supposed to be moving on, but it's the opposite." Yoongi isn't the one to cry, but he suddenly feels tears prickling through his eyelids. "Instead, I just keep on loving you as each day passes. It's ridiculous, really. I know you'll be disappointed in me if you hear this, but it's not too late, right?"

Yoongi heaves in a deep breath and dries his tears at the same time. "I'll take as much time as I need. Heck, we were never even together and yet I'm acting like are. I'm so foolish." He ruefully laughs on his own like a lunatic. "But don't worry, Jiminie. I promise... I promise that I'll bury all these feelings I have for you and forget about them. I promise you that."

He fully leans in and places a gentle kiss on the side of the younger's head. He still smells like strawberry and Yoongi sighs faintly. "Until now, I love you. Dream well."

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