Babysitter ♡ Yoonmin ♡

20.

Jimin sighed as he drifted into consciousness, feeling the soft bed under him and the cool morning light behind his eyelids and a warmth that concaved around his side. He opened his eyes, realising that this warmth was Yoongi, staring over at him with a hand slung loosely around Jimin's waist.

"Hey there sleepy head." Yoongi smiled across at him with wide eyes, already fully awake,

"Good morning," Jimin whispered back, giving a small smile below half-lidded eyes, his face still feeling heavy and numb from sleep.

Yoongi chuckled as the younger reclosed his eyes and flopped back onto the bed; he was never a morning person, no matter how hard he tried.

"Jiminnie?" Yoongi nudged the other's arm, trying to keep him awake before the nudge became a shake, "Jimin? Are you seriously going back to sleep?

Jimin mumbled in response, his eyes still shut, so Yoongi sat up, swinging one leg over Jimin so he was on all fours above him, achieving the other's attention as Jimin suddenly opened both his eyes, staring up at Yoongi in surprise.

"But Jimin, we gotta start," Yoongi whined softly.

"Start what?"

"The list silly," Yoongi said, finally sitting up on top of Jimin, pulling the other one upwards so he sat up too.

"Already? What from that list could we possibly do first thing in the morning?" Jimin asked, slumping back against the bed head.

Yoongi then smirked, eyes dangerously narrow as he crawled over Jimin until his chest was flushed against the other's and he leant in his face brushing against the side of Jimin's, whispering, "I think you know what we could do..."

Jimin gulped, closing his eyes as he waited for Yoongi to do something, to kiss him, push him down into the bed, anything. After realising none of that, in fact, did not happen he reopened his eyes cautiously, only to see Yoongi back down where he was before, smiling like an idiot, "Learn how to cook obviously? What did you think I was gonna say?"

Jimin scoffed pulling the pillow out from under him to hit Yoongi with, "Jackass."

"Jimin get your mind out of the gutter and come help me with pancakes," Yoongi lectured, standing up and walking out as if nothing had ever happened, leaving behind a confused and frustrated Jimin. If this was what Yoongi was like, this was gonna be a long two weeks, Jimin thought, as he got out of bed himself.

When he got out to the kitchen and walked over to Yoongi, he saw the ingredients the other had picked out; eggs, flour, milk. He may have not been good at cooking, but he knew at least that those meant one thing; pancakes. He grinned.

But he still wasn't good enough at cooking to know exactly what the first step was. So he watched as Yoongi poured all the ingredients into a bowl, and began to mix, "Do you like your pancakes thick or thin?"

Jimin hummed in thought for a moment, "I don't mind."

Yoongi looked up at him, raising an eyebrow, "You seem like a thick kinda guy. Here," he passed the bowl over to Jimin, "You stir and I'll add more flour."

Jimin hesitantly took the whisk, "I seem like a thick kinda guy to you? I'll try to take that as a compliment."

Yoongi grinned as he added another cup of flour, "Not like that, jesus christ Jimin; I didn't realise you had such a dirty mind."

"I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one here with a dirty mind." He retaliated back.

"What makes you think that?"

"Well, for starters, you keep setting me up for failure with blatant innuendoes and jokes and how you are currently pushing meupagainstthiscounterandhaveareallyscarylookinyoureyes." Jimin's words sped up as Yoongi walked up against him.

Neither one moved, until Yoongi placed a hand one Jimin's cheek, pulling him closer. Ever so slowly he slid his hand up Jimin's face and moved his flour-covered thumb along Jimin's forehead, slowly speaking, "Simba."

"For fucksake Hyung."

He toppled over laughing, grabbing onto the kitchen counter with his left arm and Yoongi's arm with his right, slowly standing up. "Why do you keep doing this to me?"

"Because it is just so fun to watch you blush and anticipate what I'm going to do." Yoongi said nonchalantly as he went back over to the mixture, "Ok, these pancakes aren't gonna cook themselves."

Yoongi poured a perfect circle of batter onto the pan, and even though Jimin was still dumbfounded by Yoongi's teasing, he couldn't help but let out a small clap of approval at the symmetry. 

When Yoongi was about to pour the second one, he felt a hand, chalky with flour run down his face, he closed his eyes and sighed, muffling a laugh that would have matched Jimin's current giggles, "What was that for?"

"Payback."

"How is that fair payback, I drew a line on your forehead as a great classic movie reference. Yours is just a dumb, lack of context, mess."

Jimin scoffed, "Cliched, overused movie reference more like."

"So a dumb mess is better than," Yoongi asked, picking up some flower between his fingers and flicking it on Jimin's face and he couldn't help but let a giggle spill out as Jimin's mouth fell open in shock, "You're right actually, it's a lot funnier."

Jimin laughed and looked down, he liked this Yoongi, this goofy, silly, stupid Yoongi. He felt like every day he was meeting a completely different side, he wasn't complaining, he had liked every side so far. But he found it weird that they hadn't necessarily brought up last night. They hadn't talked about it or how they felt.

Jimin realised maybe they didn't need too. Maybe he could just let it be, not overthink or need to talk it out. Just let it happen.

But there was something he couldn't put off any longer, "Hyung, can I ask a question?"

"Sure."

"When will you actually kiss me?"

Yoongi smiled and sighed, taking a few steps closer to Jimin, "I don't know, sometime soon, maybe today or tomorrow might be nice-"

Jimin took a step closer and held Yoongi's hands to pause his rambling, "Sorry I'll rephrase that, please kiss me Hyung."

So that's just what Yoongi did. He cupped Jimin's face, covering it in even more flour which they would worry about later, and slowly pushed him back onto a counter as he deepened their kiss and it wasn't until a minute or two had passed that Jimin pulled away slightly to talk, "Can I ask another question?"

"Go for it."

Jimin looked up and scrunched his nose up, inhaling, "Are the pancakes burnt by now?"

Hey guy I feel like I haven't updated in so long oh my gosh, but thanks so much for 2000 reads!! This was just like a cute lil chapter so I promise I'll try to get into more plot sorta stuff soon but if you liked this please give it a vote! Also don't be afraid to comment, I love replying and interacting xx