(Also, I destroyed myself writing this) (quite lengthy at 7k words)
Summary: an illness takes over the King of Stein. He coughs out flowers due to unrequited love and is advised to undergo an operation - at a great personal cost.
The first time they had met, the Princes Elect of Wysteria
had been wide-eyed and awed at him. It had been during a ball to celebrate her
election. She had been doing her best not to stare. He could still remember how
she had blushed when he had complimented her speech and how she had stammered
her gratitude before disappearing behind her Royal Adviser.
YOUR LITTLE STORIES ARE SO CUTE LIKE ❤ and im probably late at the party, but when you're done with everyone else's, may you write a yoonmin "im suga and im cool with everything except thunderstorms they terrifying jimin pls halp" one? Im weak
((OMG I LOVE THESE KIND))
Jimin saw Yoongi as someone that was always on top and in control of the situation. He had a cool head and never jumped into something without first thinking about it, whether fully of just a bit. He never let himself be in a situation that would make him fell less than what he wanted to be.
Or as Taehyung might put it, Yoongi was just really cool.
So, initially, when the horrendous storm started blowing up the entirety of Seoul that night, he didn’t really think much about his grumpy bandmate presumably sleeping a few doors away. Everyone else was stuck in the studio so Jimin didn’t have to worry about anyone being blown to the ocean.
The moment he decided to get out from under the cocoon of blankets he had buried himself under in an attempt to remain worm and ignore the obnoxiously loud thunders roaring outside, was when the electricity failed. Jimin may or may not have let out a squeak but only because he was concentrating on the game he was playing, ok!?
So he got up and went to find out how Yoongi was doing. Maybe he’d indulge Jimin in a game of cards? Maybe his laptop actually had batteries (unlike Jimin’s oops) and they could watch something to hurry the storm along? Anything was better than staying alone in the dark and contemplating why nature decided to be a bitch.
When he opened the door, Jimin thought maybe Yoongi was actually still asleep, because it was really quiet and the tiny bundle beneath the blankets seemed unmoving. Just as he was about to go out of the room and search for another source of entertainment, a rather loud thunder resonated and that’s when Jimin caught it.
A small whimper. A painful, small whimper.
He gently moved around the room until he was by the bed, trying to coax Yoongi out. Something was definitely wrong with the elder and he wanted to help. It was only when another thunder hit and a muffled sob reached him that he finally figured it out.
“Yoongi… are you scared of thunders?”
He wouldn’t admit it, but he didn’t have to. Jimin was quick to run back to his room and grab Taehyung’s half dead iPod. Him and Yoongi had different music tastes to Tae, but any distraction was a good one.
When he returned, he sneaked beneath the covers, trying not to flinch when yoongi immediately grabbed onto his t-shirt, and plugged the headphones into the elder’s ears. They staid like that for what felt like hours, Jimin running sothing fingers through Yoongi’s hair while the elder listened to music and tried his best to concentrate on anything but the thunders outside.
When the others finally managed to get home, at almost 5 AM, they found Yoongi and Jimin cuddled together and fast asleep.
Give me a pairing, an AU, and I will write a three-sentence fic
WHY, IN THE NAME OF GOD, IM GOING TO GET THE 15 ONE TODAY?!?!?!! WHY ONE WITH A KISS?!?!? I NEVER GET HIS!!! HALP PLEASE!! I WAS SO PISSED OFF AND DISSAPOINTED!!! WHY HE HATES ME SO MUCH, WHY HE WANTS ME DEAD?!?! WHY??? WHYY??? WHY DOES HE INSIST ON BEING SO AMAZING AND KICKING MY ASS WITH HIS SWEETNESS WHEN IM SAD OR ANGRY LIKE A VOLCANO ERUPTING?!?! WHY?!?! OMG OMG OMG AND WORSE BC I JUST LISTENED IT IN FRONT OF MY BROTHER AND HE JUST LOOKED AT MY PHONE AND THEN MY ASTONISHED FACE AND THEN AGAIN MY PHONE AND IM SURE I TURNED RED LIKE A TOMATO BC HE JUST GOT UP AND LEFT
I LOVE YOU GUYS
FEED MY PU
THIS IS MY GOODBYE
IM A BLUSHING GHOST TYPING FROM THE OTHER SIDE
IF YOU ARE MY FOLLOWER (FOR SOME UNKNOWN REASON) AND WE NEVER SPEAK, I LOVE YOU TOO, BE BRAVE, BE STRONG AND LOVE CATS
AND NEVER LISTEN TO THIS WITH HEADPHONES BC IT IS WORSE!!!!
WRITE ON MY GRAVESTONE: ‘HERE LIES POLA, WHO DIES FROM MASAPHETAMINE OD’