No one had offered to help him make a blanket fort before.

He was used to doing these kinds of things by himself, when he wasn't home.

Back in a time that was still touched with shimmering golds and loving kisses, they used to do stuff like that all the time, just for fun. Watching power puff girls on the couch, laying on the floor, hiding under blankets, tickling each other until they were on the floor choking on their laughter.

Now whenever Jimin even brought up those kinds of things, or he came home early to find him talking to stuffed animals because he was lonely, it was childish.

It was silly.

It was weird.

And so Jimin didn't do it anymore.

Not when anyone was around.

But Yoongi wanted to do it with him.

And that...that was new.

He'd cuddled him up in a thick yellow blanket, played with his hair as cartoons and animes played on the tv, made him hot chocolate, giggling at the little mustache it left above his plump lips.

"Want me to lick it off?"

He'd blushed at that.

And now Yoongi was making a blanket fort with him, tripping over fallen chairs and twisted sheets. He was strangely serious about the task, making sure everything looked good and "they stuck to the aesthetic."

Everything was yellow, and not the bright kind that left you covering your eyes, but the soft, gentle kind that reminded you of morning sunlight and golden sand under a cerulean sea, the kind that meant peace and happiness, and made Jimin feel safe.

Then when it was finished, Yoongi made a little bed for them inside, laying down his covers on the white carpeted floor and bunching up pillows. He didn't forget to add snacks and travel mugs full of hot beverages, and flashlights for when it got dark, and a computer they could watch movies on. He made them a bowl of buttered popcorn before crawling inside and settling down, gesturing for Jimin to follow after him.

He pulled him into his chest, twisting strands of his hair between his fingers. His heartbeat thudded against his ear, his arms circling his waist, and his hands coming to rest around his hip bones, leaving tingles of pleasure whenever he brushed patterns over his skin. Jimin gasped when it creeped under his sweater just a bit to draw mindless words over his stomach.

"You're so warm..." Yoongi commented gently, nuzzling his nose into Jimin's head.

A small smile graced his lips, yellow daisies blooming behind his eyes as his fingers clutched his black shirt, skimming over his collarbones.

No, Yoongi.

I'm not warm.

You are.

I never knew true warmth until I met you.