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Jimin thought it was a mistake when the members decided that he room with Yoongi. It was after schedules, when the clocks on their phones were nearing 1AM, that they decided their room setups.
"I'm rooming with Taetae, you guys decide the rest," Jeongguk had smiled so widely that his bunny teeth showed, before dragging an equally elated Taehyung with him to the room furthest down the hallway.
Namjoon sleepily groaned, before walking off to the room closest to the front door. Hoseok and Seokjin followed him, Seokjin calling out a sleepy 'We'll sort the rest of this out tomorrow!' which left only Yoongi and Jimin alone in the room. Jimin had thrown a surreptitious glance in Yoongi's direction, only to realise that his red haired hyung was already halfway down the corridor already, long fingers groggily rubbing his nape.
Needless to say, Jimin was worried. Yoongi was one of the quietest people in existence, and sure they were just going to be sleeping in the same room, but Jimin maybe didn't want Yoongi to find out about his need to physical contact whilst sleeping. He had developed this habit over being around the youngest two so often, their giddy personalities lumping skinship together until the line between friendship and solid boy-boy relationships was blurred.
Jimin shuffled to the middle room and peeks around the corner. There is a dead body sprawled in the left bunk. Jimin sees the red hair on one end of the lump, and recognises the mysterious dead body as Yoongi, who is very much alive judging from the soft snoring coming from his figure. Jimin slips into the bunk on the right, which had blue blanket covers, and closes his eyes.
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It's 3AM. The light from Jimin's phone screen makes it seem like he's being greeted with heaven's shriek of 'die! burn your eyes and see the greater good!' but he can't fall asleep. He kicks off his blankets. Pulls them back up. Turns over onto his stomach. Counts sheep. Pulls his hair. Attempts breathing exercises he learnt from vocal trainer hyung. None of this seems to put Jimin to sleep. A groan sounds from the other bunk. Jimin freezes, not breathing, and realises that he probably woke up the person in the dorm who cherishes his sleep the most, and Jimin's obviously going to be put to hell for this. The angels were a bad omen. He knew his phone screen seemed brighter than usual.
"Jimin..." croaks a deep voice from across the room. Jimin almost doesn't recognise it at first. After all, it's hard to imagine Yoongi's already deep voice getting any deeper. He sounds like Namjoon. "Aren't you asleep?"
"No," Jimin answers.
A sound which can only be described as a cross between a grunt and one of those extremely sexual moans made when stretching comes from the left bunk, and quite a bit of shuffling later, Yoongi speaks again. Or rather, drawls.
"Jimin, come here."
Perhaps Yoongi has gone insane. That sounds about right, Jimin thinks. Yoongi, the ever quiet band member whose only displays of affection, although slightly idiotic, are reserved strictly for the camera, and even then, occur in the frequency of Namjoon passionately singing, which was rare. Now quiet, serious Yoongi was asking Jimin to sleep with him, out of his own accord.
Jimin plops down on the bed with a bit more force than intended, and earns himself a stunted exhale from the lump beside him. It's only when he's lying presumably face-to-face with Yoongi that he realises how small the single bed is, and how close he is to the elder. Yoongi's arm drapes itself over Jimin's waist, and Jimin squirms at the unfamiliar feeling of Yoongi's hot breath fanning over his face, though it's not entirely unpleasant as his nose is uncharacteristically cold from lack of sleep anyway, and Yoongi's breath smells like nothing.
"Jimin," Yoongi whispers. He hums in response. "Stop moving. Sleep." Yoongi punctuates this by slipping Jimin's arm, which was lying awkwardly by his side, over to Yoongi's neck into a slightly more comfortable position, and now it felt like they were both even closer. The contact is comforting, like how Jimin spends time with the maknae line during breaks, and he falls asleep to the sound of Yoongi's steady heartbeat.
#
They wake up a few hours later to Seokjin's voice shrieking "Jeon Jeongguk!" and Jimin cracks an eye open, seeing Yoongi's peaceful sleeping face and Jimin remembers last night. He smiles while washing his face, and maybe Yoongi's heart isn't so cold.
It isn't until Jimin finishes dance practice with Hoseok for the day that he sees Yoongi again. It's a simple gesture, Yoongi patting Jimin's back for a job well done - he's never done that before - that it occurs to Jimin that Yoongi obviously knew Jimin liked cuddling in general and last night Yoongi definitely went out of his way to make Jimin fall asleep at the cost of unlike-Yoongi skinship, which means maybe he has a soft spot for him.
Jimin whips his head around but Yoongi just flashes him a grin that no one else sees and leaves, Jimin feeling conflicted over how he feels about Yoongi.
The sky has gone dark, which is when Namjoon decides to sort out the room arrangements. Schedules ended early, today was a loosely packed day and as of now, the time blinks 1106. Everyone has washed up and are sitting together on the linoleum in the empty space that all dorms have, Jeongguk and Taehyung already sitting together, Jeongguk in Taehyung's lap and Taehyung's hands are looped underneath Jeongguk's arms, fingers laced together at the front. Honestly, they look married.
"Okay, so they," Namjoon says, pointedly directing his gaze to the two sitting on each other, "are rooming together." Jeongguk just beams at him. Namjoon sighs, muttering something incomprehensible under his breath, "I'm fine with the arrangements from last night, anyone want to change?"
Yoongi, who's lying face down on the floor next to Jimin, nudges his knee and looks up at him, eyelashes fluttering cutely, and Jimin's heart wavers. He shakes his head at the leader. "This is fine."
"Okay," Namjoon looks at the rest of them. "Well, I'll be heading off now."
Everyone files to their assigned rooms afterwards.
"Yoongi hyung?" Jimin says, looking towards the bunks on either side of the room.
"Yeah, yeah. One sec." Yoongi shuffles over to Jimin's bunk, and starts pulling it towards his own. Jimin seems to get the message and pushes from the other side. No more words are exchanged, as they flop into the now larger mattress, and as Jimin curls into his hyung's side, he thinks that maybe rooming with Yoongi hyung isn't so bad after all.