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An empty glass with whisky stones sits on the bed side table. Jimin wakes up with a slight hangover. Mild tension across his brows and a slightly cottony mouth. He blinks bleary eyes sticky with sleep. The morning light is bright and washed out. It reflects off the bedsheets and makes them look extra white and crisp. The TV opposite the bed is still on. It shows an abandoned Netflix menu option from a show he was watching before he fell asleep. He rolls over, tugging the plush white comforter more snugly around him. Wrapping the entire thing around himself. He looks over to the other side of the large bed. Yoongi is curled up in a ball. He’s naked except for a pair of gray briefs. Behind pushed up slightly into the air, face and chest burrowed into the mattress. In his sleep he’s made himself small as if to retain every bit of heat he can. The only blanket on the bed is completely twisted around Jimin’s body. Yoongi's right cheek is pressed into the mattress, lips in a sleepy pout. Jimin slowly untangles himself from the comforter, noticing he slept in a pair of basketball shorts and nothing else. He scoots closer to the other man, attempting to share the blanket with the other. Cloaking them both under its warmth, Yoongi rolls closer. Blindly seeking the younger man’s warmth, nuzzling into Jimin’s shoulder as Jimin pulls their bodies closer and slings an arm over Yoongi’s waist.
The next time Jimin awakes he’s alone. His bladder drives him out of bed and to the ensuite. After relieving himself he contemplates the shorts around his knees. He considers that he’s basically 95% naked, kicks off the shorts completely and hops in the shower. He emerges later from the bedroom dressed in a mix of his clothes that have accumulated in Yoongi’s drawers and closet and items he’s commandeered from Yoongi's personal clothing. When he makes his way into the living room he finds Yoongi sprawled on the couch. Now dressed in a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants, deeply involved with his phone. Yoongi tilts his head up, bangs messily hanging in his face. He doesn’t take his eyes off his phone but tilts his chin up in a way that Jimin knows means he expects a kiss.
“Good morning” he murmurs before leaning over and placing a chaste kiss on his mouth.
“I left you some breakfast inside the microwave.” Yoongi says. Gesturing with a hand towards the kitchen.
“Thanks, hyung”
Jimin sits down on the opposite side of the couch from Yoongi. The other man immediately rearranges himself so that he is nestled against Jimin.
“Love you, Min.” Yoongi presses a kiss to Jimin’s cheek.
“Love you, too.” Jimin gives him a squeeze.
Link below for art piece (of blanket hog Jimin) commissioned for this Drabble: