Jimin.

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Yoonmins. "A Little Ritual"

Yoongi hadn't slept for three nights in a row. Deadlines were looming, reports were piling up, and the project manager was nagging him over video chat. The alpha sat at the desk, wearing only lounge pants, with a mug of cold coffee and bloodshot eyes. In his headphones—the voices of colleagues. On his lap—Jimin.

The omega had settled in by his side, resting his head on the alpha's shoulder, scrolling through his phone. Every now and then, he would reach out and run his fingers across Yoongi's bare shoulder. The latter didn't even flinch—he was used to it.

Jimin wasn't in the way. He was simply there.

— Yoongi-ssi, are you with us? — came the voice in the headphones.

— Mm, — the alpha grunted and patted the omega's head without even looking.

Jimin closed his eyes contentedly. He knew that in an hour, the work would end and Yoongi would collapse face-first into the pillow, and he, Jimin, would cover him with a blanket and kiss his temple. And then he would curl up by his side, rest his head on his shoulder, and listen to the alpha breathe.

This was their little ritual.