And we fall asleep to the scent
Sleep to the scent of long stemmed roses
Always dreaming of sex
Dreaming of sex on the ceiling

The sun had risen in Jimin's bedroom window. The blond was sitting on the floor with his back leaned against the bed where Yoongi was sleeping soundly. The younger somewhere in the middle of the night realized that Yoongi was sweating profusely and Jimin cuddling him wasn't helping. Eventually, he just decided to sleep beside the bed to check when Yoongi needed something or when it was time to give him medicine.

Jimin's stomach growled. He decided that it was time for him to go eat breakfast, and he did so right after touching Yoongi's forehead and cheeks. The fever had stopped.

When Jimin finished eating, he sighed, not knowing what to do. He took out his phone and made a call as he roamed around the house.

"Hey." A drowsy voice answered and Jimin chuckled.

"I'm sorry. Are you sleeping?"

"I was, idiot." Hoseok answered with a hoarse voice. "Is there something wrong?"

"Umm, not exactly." Jimin sighed.

He stopped walking when he was right in front of Yoongi's bedroom. He peaked his head to his own room and saw that Yoongi was still sleeping, so he opened Yoongi's bedroom door. After all, Yoongi told him once that he could go to his studio anytime. He walked in and opened the door to Yoongi's studio.

"What do you mean? Something sounds off." Hoseok was more awake now.

"I know you're mad at him, but Yoongi is sick right now and I'm taking care of him and I'm just a bit tired." Jimin explained as his small hands roamed through all the books.

"Is he sick or is he taking advantage of you to clean the house and stuff?" Hoseok sounded annoyed.

"No, Hoseok. He's sick, he even had a fever, but it got better." Jimin finally stopped at a bookshelf that didn't have any identification like the others that had "history", "law" or "economy" written on the shelve. He even found novels and romantic genre, but there were just a few of those. This one, on the other hand, wasn't labeled.

"You treat him like he's been good to you." Hoseok sighed.

"I know he wasn't, but he's nice to me now." Jimin grabbed one of the books and opened it to see if there was something interesting. He did the same with others not paying attention until he actually read one of them.

"I'm still mad at him." Hoseok confessed.

"And you're right to be, but you'll forgive him eventually just like I-" Jimin gasped, the book was still on his hands.

"What's wrong?" Hoseok asked when he heard his friend gasping.

"I need to go. I'll call you later." Jimin hung up right after Hoseok said a rushed goodbye.

Jimin gulped down as he kept reading a random page of the book, still not believing the professional and cold Min Yoongi had something so vulgar in his bookshelf. It was definitely erotic and Jimin felt ashamed because he wanted to keep reading.

He entertained himself with the book for some time until he heard someone opening the door. He quickly hid the book under the couch cushion right when a sleepy Yoongi appeared on his view.

"Good morning." Yoongi greeted with a small smile.

"G-God morning, hyung. How did you sleep?"

"Great. I feel a lot better now."

"Good. I checked when I woke up and you have no fever."

Yoongi approached Jimin at a slow pace and Jimin grew nervous with each centimeter that Yoongi got nearer.

"Thank you, Jimin. What could I have done without you?" He chucked. "You're a good boy."

"I-It was nothing." He gave a small smile that Yoongi liked way too much. "I can make breakfast for you."

"How cute." Yoongi smiled. "Thank you, but I don't want to take advantage of your kindness, and I feel a lot better right now."

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Yoongi got better in three days thanks to Jimin taking care of him. Three days in which Jimin secretly read that one book he found that day. They slept those days on Jimin's bed with the excuse that Yoongi was still a little sick, he even read for him to sleep. But today Yoongi was completely recovered and he was thinking how to convince Jimin that he still needed his bed as they watched a movie in the living room with their pajamas on.

"I'm heading off to sleep." Jimin announced as he yawned and stretched out his limbs. "I have classes tomorrow." He stood up and Yoongi panicked.

"Wait!" He almost yelled as he thought about an excuse.

"W-What?" Jimin asked startled.

"C-Can I-" Yoongi tried and Jimin chuckled at his cute expression.

"Can you what?" He asked. "Speak up, Yoongi." He laughed and Yoongi felt his mouth dry at that.

Oh, how the tables turn.

"I wonder if I can, perhaps, sleep with you tonight in case I have a fever again."

Jimin smiled widely at that. It was clear that Yoongi was just making up an excuse.

"I think you're doing fine."

"But it can change at night. What if I die in my sleep because I was alone?"

"No one has ever died for sleeping alone."

"But I can die from loneliness."

Jimin's heart melted because of Yoongi's cute expression, but he didn't let it show. He just grinned.

"That's cringey, don't say that."

"Don't be mean." Yoongi whined with his brows furrowed and Jimin laughed out loud. "Why does it work on you but not me?"

"Because I'm naturally cute." The blond smiled. Yoongi had nothing to refuse at that statement. "Come on, I need my bed so bad. You better hurry." Jimin started walking and Yoongi quickly followed him with a smile on his face.

"Are you going to read for me tonight too?" Yoongi tucked himself in Jimin's bed and watched as the blond scratched the back of his neck. "What's wrong?" Yoongi asked.

"Do you want me to read tonight?"

"If you're too tired don't worry about it. We can just sleep already."

"No, no, no." Jimin rushed to answer. "I want to.

"Then what's the matter, Jiminie?"

"I don't want to continue reading what you made me read yesterday. He admitted. Yoongi chuckled.

"I can't believe you hate my choices so much. We were having so much fun reading about politics in the '70s in third world countries." Yoongi responded with shiny eyes.

Jimin scowled and shook his head. "I don't understand why I like you."

Yoongi's breath hitched and smiled softly. His heart doing a flip at Jimin's confident declaration. "I don't understand it either. You're way too good for me."

Jimin blushed and looked away. "That's not what we were talking about."

"Oh, right. Then what do you want to read?"

"C-Can I chose tonight?" Jimin asked in shame.

"Why not? Just hurry before I fall asleep."

Jimin wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but he hurried to Yoongi's room to grab the book he had been reading secretly the past few days. He came back to his own room where Yoongi was already sat with his back against the headboard. He had his eyes closed and his raven hair was falling against his pale skin. Jimin gulped down and apparently it was rather loudly because Yoongi shot his eyes open.

"You're back." He smiled. Something he did frequently lately.

Jimin was frozen beside the bed, not knowing how to talk and Yoongi noticed it. He knew how to read the younger's expression now. He knew his body language so well.

"Jimin, is there something you want to tell me?" Yoongi raised a brow.

Jimin nodded. The book was still hidden behind his back.

"Then go ahead. I'm all ears."

Jimin shook his head and that surprised Yoongi.

"I thought we were having progress, Jimin. Talk to me. That's the point of all these books you're reading out loud. You've been making such a good job and you can speak more fluently and bluntly now. Please talk to me."

It was the praise that made Jimin gather all the courage he had and approached the bed, placing the book on the sheets. Yoongi grabbed it and read the title with a shocked expression plastered on his face.

"Do you want to read this?" He asked with wide eyes. Jimin just nodded. He was thankful that the light of his lamp was dimmed, so Yoongi wouldn't see his heated face. "No, you don't want to." Yoongi chuckled.

"I-I do." Jimin cleared his throat.

"You don't. You could barely nod or shake your head when I asked you about this. Are you sure you want to read it? Do you even know what this is about?"

Jimin looked down to the floor and put the weight of his body on one of his feet, feeling embarrassed.

"I have been reading it these days." He bit his lip. "I almost finish it."

"You what?"

"I t-thought you wouldn't mind. You told me I could read any book of your shelves and I found this particular section that... well, you know."

Now Yoongi was feeling embarrassed. He let a long sight and pulled his hair back as if in frustration, which didn't make Jimin feel good.

"I-I can put it b-back in his place if you don't want to. This was really stupid. I'm sorry." At the end of the statement, his voice was a mere whisper.

Yoongi knew that everything made Jimin feel insecure, so he wasted no time in clearing things up.

"It's not stupid. Don't apologize for it. I'm just a little embarrassed that you found such things on my shelves... sometimes I just don't have time to have actual sex and I found that I kind of liked erotic literature and... this is embarrassing for me." He chuckled.

"It's the first time I see you having trouble with your words." Jimin chuckled too, feeling somehow relieved.

"Yeah, don't get used to it." Yoongi grinned and patted the bed. "Come here. Read for me. You have to lecture a group of students in a week and I don't plan on letting you stutter a single word."

Jimin gladly sat next to Yoongi, leaning his back against the headboard just like him. Yoongi passed the book to Jimin and while he was doing it, Jimin couldn't help to feel the elder's long fingers linger in his small hands for a few seconds. It sent a wave of electricity to his body and the feeling got stronger as he looked for the page he wanted to read. A part that had been so passionate when he read it, that he wondered if it was a good idea to read it out loud.

He hadn't even opened his mouth to speak and he already felt his tongue about to betray him, especially because he felt Yoongi's stare right beside him, not bothering to pretend he wasn't looking at Jimin. You can do it, Jimin. You can speak whenever you want. He cleared his throat. And words just flowed.

Jimin's face was red and hot, his voice was a little shaky as he kept reading the paragraphs that had filthy and rather embarrassing descriptions. Jimin just liked it a lot. He liked the way Yoongi never looked away from him and how that situation made him feel naked and secure at the same time. He was enjoying it way too much that, when he finished the five pages and put the book down, he didn't realize that Yoongi was enjoying it way too much too.

Jimin's hands were shaky when he finally put the book on his nightstand. His breathing was irregular too. He turned around to ask Yoongi how he had done it when he suddenly felt a soft pair of lips on his and a hand grabbing the back of his neck.

Jimin felt dizzy. Yoongi was kissing him with so much passion and sweetness. Jimin leaned closer and kissed back until Yoongi backed off. Both boys were panting.

"W-What was that?"

"I love your lips." He admitted, still panting against Jimin's lips.

"Wha-"

"You're driving me crazy. I don't know what's happening. I don't know why I didn't like you back in school if you're the sweetest person and I like spending time with you so much."

"Just kiss me." Jimin asked with a smile and a blush on his cheeks. Yoongi happily complied and they kissed hungrily.

After the heated make-out session, both tucked themselves inside the sheets and Jimin turned off the lamp. Being in the dark was always more comfortable to confess things.

"Hyung, I think you're not as straight as you thought." Jimin grinned, comfortable that they were able to speak of that topic with more freedom.

"Really? What made you think that way? When I ate your ass out the other day or when I said I wanted us to fuck when you actually felt it with your heart?"

Jimin covered his huge smile with his sheets even though Yoongi couldn't see it.

"Yeah, hyung. That's pretty gay."

Yoongi sighed and turned to look at Jimin in the dark room barely illuminated by the moonlight that filtered through the big window. "I guess so." He whispered.

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