Word Count: 1,175
Rating: G
Submitted by: shinywords (tumblr)
Summary: Yoongi smells like firewood and first snow and Jimin wants to give him the world.
Week 5 Prompt Set
Jimin wakes up with a yawn and the realisation that the spot on the bed next to him is empty. It’s fairly early for a Saturday and the snowflakes dance outside in tune with the melody of his worries. He gets up quietly, making his way over to the living room on socked feet. Their little apartment is old and the cold creeps in through the leaky windows easily, making Jimin shiver in his thin cotton shirt.
Yoongi didn’t turn the heating on. He is curled up on the sofa, a fluffy blanket wrapped around him and a faraway expression on his face.
The TV is on, but the volume is turned down so much it might as well be muted, and Yoongi isn’t looking at it. He is staring out the window, his gaze empty and unfocused, and Jimin sighs a little. It’s this time of the year again. Every year sometime around winter Yoongi will get like this. He’ll go quiet and small and retreat into a shell that Jimin can only hope to coax open one gentle word and one hot chocolate at a time.
Yoongi hasn’t noticed him, so Jimin sneaks into the kitchen quietly and starts working on the mandatory hot chocolate. He puts extra marshmallows in Yoongi’s and a sprinkle of cinnamon on top. Grabbing a bag of cookies and storing it under his arm, he returns to the living room, carrying a dangerously full mug of hot chocolate in each hand, and he’s relieved when he can put them down on the coffee table (and a little proud that he didn’t spill anything). It’s only at the sound of the porcelain hitting the wood that Yoongi snaps out of his thoughts and looks up at Jimin.
“Hey,” Jimin says softly, and Yoongi replies with a tiny smile that looks a little forced. Jimin smiles back anyway and goes to turn on the heating before joining Yoongi on the couch. He doesn’t want to intrude on the safe space Yoongi has made for himself, so he grabs his own blanket from the end of the couch instead and sits next to him at a distance that is close enough to be comforting but not enough to be uncomfortable. He catches Yoongi eyeing the hot chocolate on the table in front of him and suppresses a grin, leaning forward and handing it to Yoongi who thanks him with another tiny smile, this one a bit more sincere than the first one. Progress, Jimin thinks, and they drink their hot chocolate in silence.
When their mugs are empty Jimin opens the bag of cookies, and before he can put it on the couch in the space between them, Yoongi scoots closer. Jimin’s heart does a little jump when Yoongi nudges his arm and settles against his side with his head on his shoulder, his hair softly tickling Jimin’s neck. Progress.
They share the cookies without talking, Jimin watching the music show that’s currently on TV even though he can barely hear the music (he’s more interested in the choreography anyway), and Yoongi lost in his own thoughts.
After a while Jimin tosses the empty bag onto the table and straightens up a bit to brush the crumbs off his shirt. They’re mostly Yoongi’s doing and Jimin really doesn’t mind, but Yoongi looks at him with a sheepish expression that has something heavier lying underneath it, something hard and self-deprecating that Jimin wants to wipe away more than he wants to breathe. He settles back against the couch and throws Yoongi a blinding smile, and his heart breaks a little at how Yoongi looks so surprised that his breath catches in his throat for a second.
He offers his hand to Yoongi and Yoongi takes it, pressing their palms together and playing with Jimin’s fingers for a while, before he pulls his arm around him and slides his own arms around Jimin’s waist, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. Jimin pulls him tight against his chest (and half onto his lap in the process), buries his face in his hair and inhales deeply. Yoongi smells like firewood and first snow and Jimin wants to give him the world.
“I love you,” he whispers into Yoongi’s hair, and Yoongi tightens his hold around him, curling inwards so that his face is hidden completely against Jimin’s skin and Jimin can feel his breath on his collarbones.
He pecks the crown of his head.
“I love you,” he whispers again, moving to the side of Yoongi’s head and landing another peck there.
“I love you so much,” he whispers right next to Yoongi’s ear and Yoongi shivers, squeezing Jimin tightly before he relaxes his hold and pulls back slowly. He looks up at Jimin like he is the entire universe.
Jimin actually feels like there’s a galaxy exploding into existence inside his chest with Yoongi looking at him like that, and he hopes Yoongi can see it on his face.
Yoongi’s gaze drops then, and Jimin’s lips part on their own in response, and he can see Yoongi’s pupils dilating but Yoongi isn’t moving because he is still fighting a battle inside his head about whether he even deserves this. Which is stupid, and frustrating, and Jimin wants to hold Yoongi by the shoulders and yell at him that he deserves everything, but he knows that’s not how it works and that it’s not Yoongi’s fault so instead of yelling he just leans forward, parts his lips a bit more, offers himself to Yoongi in silent reassurance.
Yoongi breathes a shaky exhale over Jimin’s lips, closes his eyes with his brows furrowed, and Jimin understands. He closes the distance, carefully pushing against Yoongi’s lips in a soft kiss, gentle and slow and light. It takes Yoongi a moment to open up into the kiss, but when he does, he does so full force.
Yoongi opens his mouth with a gasp and pushes Jimin against the back of the couch, straddling his hips. He tangles a hand into Jimin’s hair and pulls, making Jimin’s lips fall open with a surprised moan, and uses that to his advantage, hungrily pushing into Jimin’s mouth with his tongue. His other hand runs down Jimin’s chest until his fingers find purchase on the side of his shirt and he clutches it hard.
Jimin already feels a little lightheaded and out of breath - Yoongi has always been just the right amount of overwhelming - and he catches up to the pace Yoongi has set by sliding his hands under Yoongi’s shirt and up his back, palms pressing into his shoulder blades. His hands are a little warmer than Yoongi’s skin and Yoongi shivers, pressing closer to Jimin with an almost silent groan, and even though Yoongi hasn’t uttered a single word, Jimin can feel every fibre of his being scream I love you too.
They don’t notice the cold wind mercilessly rattling the loose window frames, nor the apartment fighting it when the heating finally kicks in.
They're flatmates. Person A loves feeding the neighborhood cats, and has adopted a few of them onto their yard. Person B is allergic to cat fur.
PROMPT 3 [Photo]:
PROMPT 4 [Song]:
Yellowcard - Gifts and Curses
(She is the one), all that I wanted,
(she is the one), and I will be haunted,
(she is the one), this gift is my curse for now.
I see your face with every punch I take,
and every bone I break, it's all for you.
And my worst pains are words I cannot say,
Still I will always fight on for you. Fight on for you.
PROMPT 5 [Dialogue]:
“Can I hold your hand?” (Submitted by: Nica | tumblr)
PROMPT 6 [Poem]:
“Even
After
All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,
"You owe me."
Look
What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.”
― Hafiz
PROMPT 7 [Scenario]:
You always make fun of my face so I really didn't like you but your brother told me that you only do it because you have a crush on me.
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WEEK 4
START: SUNDAY, 12AM, OCT 16
END: SATURDAY, 11PM, OCT 22
Fantasy AU: one of them's a vampire, the other 's a human.
PROMPT 3 [Photo]:
PROMPT 4 [Song]:
Bruno Mars - When I Was Your Man
I hope he buys you flowers
I hope he holds your hand
Give you all his hours
When he has the chance
Take you to every party
'Cause I remember how much you loved to dance
Do all the things I should have done
When I was your man
Do all the things I should have done
When I was your man
PROMPT 5 [Dialogue]:
"Dude, look―I'm not your boyfriend!"
PROMPT 6 [Poem]:
“I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there's nothing but light when I see you.”
― Shinji Moon, The Anatomy of Being
PROMPT 7 [Scenario]:
You're drowning and I'm the only one around but I don't know how to swim. I still jump into the water and attempt to save you though.
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Your piece must be between 100 - 1,500 words
The drabble you submit must have been written after the set of prompts have been released
Please try to proofread your works before submitting
When you’re finally ready to submit, follow the given format
The week starts at Sunday, 12AM (GMT+8) and ends at Saturday, 11PM (GMT+8)
The set of prompts refreshes after every week
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WEEK 3
START: SUNDAY, 12AM, OCT 9
END: SATURDAY, 11PM, OCT 15
