ARRANGED TO LOVE ?yoonmin?

The morning air was alive with the sweet songs of birds, their melodies intertwining like delicate threads. Outside, the world was bursting into bloom - flowers unfurling their petals, leaves rustling with dew-kissed freshness.

And as the morning light creep in, we all are reminded that, despite the birdsong and blooming flowers, it is still just morning. The time of day when the most ambitious thing on our to-do list is probably "get out of bed". The world outside might be full of possibility, but all in all, it was still a struggle to find the coffee mug, let alone save the world.

Anyways.

Outside, the world was slowly coming to life - birds singing, flowers blooming - but in here, all was still. Two figures lay motionless, like fallen statues, their sleep so deep it seemed almost comatose. The only sign of life was the soft rise and fall of their chests, a gentle reminder that they weren't, in fact, dead. Yet.

The blond's face was nestled deep in the crook of his husband's neck, his nose buried in the warm space where Yoongi's shoulder met his ear. Jimin's breath whispered softly against the elder's skin, sending tiny shivers down his spine. Yoongi's chin was tucked down, his forehead resting gently against the blond hair, which was tangled and mussed from sleep. Yoongi's arms wrapped tightly around the younger, holding him snugly in place, one hand splayed across his upper back, the other cradling his hip.

Even in slumber, they seemed to be at odds. The blond's hair tickled the other guy's face, and he stirred, his hand rising to gently push the younger's face away. But he didn't budge, his body remaining firmly planted against his. Yoongi let out a soft grunt of discomfort, his nose wrinkling in distaste, and tried again, his hand pressing more firmly against the younger's shoulder. Still, Jimin didn't move, his face buried in the crook of his man's neck, his breath whispering softly against Yoongi's skin. He huffed out a soft sigh, his body relaxing back into sleep, even as his mind seemed to be protesting the invasion of personal space.

Their skin was sticky with sweat, even though the air conditioner was full on blast; well that's what you get for using gigantic duvet in addition to body heat. Jimin's leg slid down Yoongi's, his foot tangling with his.

After a few moments of peacefullness, Jimin stirred, his hand rising to bat Yoongi's hand away, which was resting on his hip, his fingers curled gently around the blond's curve. Jimin's palm connected with the elder's skin with a soft smack and his hand fell away, but only for a moment. Yoongi let out a soft grunt, his body shifting slightly, and his hand drifted back to its original spot, his fingers wrapping once more around his hip. Jimin let out a noice of protest, his body tensing for a moment, before he relaxed back into sleep, seemingly resigned to his touch.

But for now, they just snored softly, their mutual disdain temporarily suspended in favor of a good nap; though we all know both of them (read: Jimin) will be at each other's (read: Yoongi) neck if they were awake.

The silence was shattered by the doorbell's abrupt, ear-piercing shriek. It was like a slap to the senses, a jarring, heart-skipping-a-beat moment that made every muscle tense. But the two sleepers remained oblivious, their chests rising and falling in a steady rhythm, their faces scrunched up in matching expressions of grumpy slumber.

As the bell's clamor continued, Jimin's eyelids began to flutter, his brow furrowing in a mixture of discomfort and disorientation. He shifted slightly, his body untangling itself from the elder's, his hand sliding off Yoongi's chest. His lips parted, and a soft, incoherent murmur escaped, but his eyes remained closed, his gaze drifting aimlessly beneath his lids. Jimin was hovering in that liminal space between sleep and wakefulness, where the world was a distant hum, and reality was a fuzzy, fading memory. Yoongi, sensing his stirring, wrapped his arm tighter around the younger, pulling him back into the warm, dark cocoon of their shared slumber.