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When Jimin offered to draw them a bath, Yoongi wanted to fall to his knees and kiss Jimin's toes (not that he'll admit to it, Yoongi is a proud man) He instead, softly pressed his lips to Jimin's forehead in thanks, not pulling away until Jimin was giggling out for him to let go if they were to have a bath at all. So, Yoongi did shrugging off his coat and scarf placing them neatly on the coat rack (Jimin will have a fit if he leaves them on the couch again, so particular, Jimin is)Yoongi walks to their room, the scent of jasmine light and warm in the air as he sits on their too large (but really really comfy) bed. Through the doorway Yoongi sees Jimin, kneeling beside their tub (big and white and freestanding, Jimin wanted it installed when they bought the house and really who is Yoongi to deny him) fingers dipping into the stream of water to test the temperature. When he's satisfied he pours more of the jasmine bubble bath into the water, getting up after insuring the bubbles were forming thick and fragrant.Yoongi sighs, rolling his head back to ease the tension bunched up there. Work had been hellish this week. This one track just wouldn't ... wouldn't, it just wouldn't and Yoongi had spent days at the studio trying to get it right. Layering different beats, and slowing the tempo, had tried literally everything. Let Namjoon try different lyrics, but nothing worked and Yoongi was on a deadline, this track had to be done by next Tuesday. And dammit if Yoongi was going to get this track right by then. So there's more than a little tension coiled under the skin of his neck and Jimin smiles at him warmly."It's almost ready hyung.""What would I do without you Jimin-ah?"Jimin laughs standing between Yoongi's open legs "Die, most likely, with the way you forget to feed yourself.""Yah always been such a smart mouth."Jimin places a kiss to the crown of Yoongi's head, "C'mon hyung."Yoongi lets himself be guided to the bathroom by Jimin who's shedding clothes, giggling when he trips over his own feet. The water is three quarters of the way up the tub, with four inches of bubbles floating over the surface which Jimin breaks as he lowers himself down."It's nice." Yoongi hums to himself dropping his shirt to the ground and pulling off his jeans. "You take a long time hurry up." Yoongi rolls his eyes as his boxers hit the floor and he climbs into the tub.The water is really warm, nice and fragrant and Yoongi sinks into the opposite side of the tub facing Jimin, head resting back Yoongi closes his eyes.Jimin shifts in the water, nudges Yoongi's knee with his toe and Yoongi can't be bothered to open more than one eye to gaze at Jimin, "Merry Christmas!" Jimin's face is covered in bubbles in what Yoongi assumes, Jimin thinks is clever."Christmas was three months ago you weirdo. Be quiet I'm going to nap.""You can't nap in the tub, what if you drown?""You would let me drown?"Jimin huffs gathering the bubbles around him in a wall eight inches high, "Well no."Yoongi hums sinking down further. "So what's the problem?"Jimin shifts, water sloshing higher up the white cast stone, scooting over to press a kiss to Yoongi's cheek, "There's no problem but the water'll get cold.""I work my ass off day and night and I'm not rich enough to buy a tub that will keep my water warm?"Jimin reaches to the little bath cart which holds all of their products. "Money's not the problem hyung, but those bathtubs aren't as aesthetic." Jimin pours a little shampoo in the palm of his hand and motions for Yoongi to turn."You're so weird. I can't believe I married you." Jimin rolls his eyes (Yoongi knows the feeling by now) lets him rest his back against his chest and he begins to work his fingers into Yoongi's hair. "Feel nice?" Yoongi nods, relishing the feeling of Jimin's fingers working diligently on his scalp with just enough pressure to make him sigh contentedly.It felt so good, the water warm and thick with bubbles, Jimin's fingers massaging themselves through his hair and some piano (when did that happen?) playing in the background. Jimin humming and pressing little kisses sporadically on his shoulders. You can't blame Yoongi really, when he falls asleep for a bit. But it doesn't last more than a couple minutes before Jimin is giggling and Yoongi just knows his husband did something."Yah, what did you do to me?" Jimin laughs again pulls a mirror from the cart and shows Yoongi. He's not impressed really he's not, but his silvery lilac hair is standing up in a mohawk down the middle of his head, and Jimin's own pale orange hair is sticking out in all directions (he looks like a sea urchin) and Yoongi can't believe he married this precious stupid human being. He can't believe he gets to come home to this loving, kind, human being who puts bubbles on his face and makes lame Santa jokes and styles his hair and Yoongi's in ridiculous manners while they're taking a bath.Yoongi smiles, big and gummy and sleepy. He laughs and grabs some bubbles throwing them at Jimin's face, getting a shocked gasp in response."Hyung! You. Did. Not."Yoongi had promised to love and adore Jimin, to stick with him through all of his loudness and all of his antics, through his giggles and his ugly sobs, through headaches and runny noses. Yoongi had promised to stay with Jimin as long as the younger wanted him to (Jimin assured him that amount of time would be exactly until Jimin lays on his deathbed, Yoongi is more than fine with this) and damn is it a good life to live.