➵ jimin
it took two weeks for our new furniture to arrive once we'd ordered it online. putting it all together was the difficult part.
it then took us most of a week to fully set everything up, mostly because one of us would screw up and then yell at the other. and sometimes we would lose small parts and spend an hour looking for them just to realize it was right in front of us.
but eventually we finished everything, and our house started to look more like our own. our decor was simple, small potted plants adding a little bit of green to the area, even if they were fake.
yoongi was curled up on the couch, on his computer. he'd expressed the other day while we were setting up the last of the furniture that he wanted to have his own recording studio. i was impressed, and shared my similar dream of studying music. i'd already enrolled at the korea national university of arts. classes didn't start until fall, so i still had a month or so to adjust to my new life, with yoongi.
"any luck?" i asked, plopping down on the couch beside yoongi with a bowl of cereal in my hands. i leaned my head on his shoulder, trying to look at his laptop screen.
"not much so far, but i'm not giving up," he murmured, glancing down at me for a moment. a small smile
tugged at his lips, and i beamed up at him, stuffing a spoonful of cereal into my mouth. he watched as i chewed, his pale blonde hair falling into his eyes as he looked down.
suddenly i reached my hand up and shoved the spoon in yoongi's mouth, taking him by surprise and forcing him to chew. after he swallowed the cereal he narrowed his eyes playfully at me.
"oh, jiminie. you'll regret that." he then set his laptop on the coffee table and tackled me, hands running up and down my sides to tickle me mercilessly. his legs were on either side of my chest, straddling me and holding me down.
"ah! ah! h-hyung! please!" i stammered between giggles, hands flying around to try to smack him off me.
he laughed, his fingers only moving faster. "no! you must atone for your crimes!" he said in a dramatic voice.
i raises my hands in surrender. "okay, okay! stop, i'll do anything!"
yoongi's hands paused. "anything?"
i nodded feverishly, he grinned slyly. "okay. you have to do it, though."
"i'll do it, i swear."
"kiss me."
i blinked up at the boy hovering above me, his grin having somewhat disappeared and he now looked serious, which terrified me. "w-what?"
"you heard me. pucker up, princess."
my cheeks reddened, and i avoided his steady gaze. "ah, i don't know–"
"you promised, jiminie."
i gritted my teeth. i did promise. stupid hyung. "fine. come here, loser." i grabbed onto his face with my hands and brought him down close to me, quickly pressing my lips against his.
i tried not to think about how soft his lips were, or how warm his cheeks were under my palms.
within seconds we were apart again, after i pushed him off me. "happy?" i kept my eyes lowered so he couldn't see the emotions flashing across them. my mind was racing and i didn't want him to know how much i'd enjoyed the brief kiss, or how much i wanted it to happen again.
he couldn't know.
i didn't want to lose him, too.
