the night radio | midnight shower
“It’s raining,” Jimin said. He could no longer clearly see the lamp post outside of their window, the hard round glass having turned into a blob of glowing molten. Rain water fell against the window pane lightly and the room was soon filled with the cacophony of pattering.
Yoongi adjusted turned on his side to face Jimin with squinting eyes before wrapping an arm around his waist, the blankets crinkling as he moved. He then murmured in that rough, sleepy voice of his, “Mm…” Jimin brought up his knees into the older’s embrace while closing his eyes.
It seemed like a dream to be resting with Yoongi after months of flying in and out of Korea. It was even more so now that it was raining and the temperature had cooled to a comfortable range. A dream within a dream. They lay in this manner until Jimin nearly fell back asleep, only to starkly remember the clothes the other members had hung out to dry in the yard.
He tugged at Yoongi’s shirt. “Hyung. We need to keep the clothes.”
“Screw them I need to keep you. Just sleep.”
Just like that, Jimin gave up all notion of chivalry and went back to revel in the comfort and warmth only Yoongi’s bed had. Or perhaps after all these years, the older’s lazy syndrome had finally gotten to him.
Jimin stopped thinking and stole the blanket from Yoongi with his feet, grasping at the hem to throw it over his own legs. Yoongi did not move the slightest centimetre beside him. Smiling tiredly, Jimin promptly shut his eyes again and listened to the rain and Yoongi’s slow breaths till he slept.