The Camper Van | ☑️

chapter 7

third pov

yoongi turned his head and continued what he was doing. a part of him wanting to greet the boy but he's not sure if he wants to keep talking to him if a conversation breaks out. at least he acknowledged his presence.

jimin didn't say anything either although his social side wanted to come out, he held it in and close the van door behind him.

he noticed that there was only one bed and yoongi was putting his stuff near it so he assumed yoongi took the bed for himself. jimin huffed in his head, he thought the producer was selfish for hogging it already but then he came to a conclusion that those were the only drawers available for clothing so he quickly erased that thought.

the two didn't say a word for the rest of the day. yoongi kept to himself like it was a normal day at work while jimin was struggling to remain quiet. he wasn't exactly a quiet person, only if he needs to be but this is one of those times where its not needed to be quiet, he just choses to because the other person is.

when evening time hit, there was a knock at the door and a small "food box is here!"  jimin opened the door since yoongi was taking a shower and grabbed the box, of course saying thank you and closed the door back.

he almost yelled "FOOD IS HERE!" but he clamped his mouth shut and started unpacking the food.

god this is hard, jimin thought to himself.

wow, this is going well, yoongi thought to himself.

roughly 15 minutes later, yoongi came out of the small bathroom with black sweatpants and a towel around his shoulder to catch the water dripping from his black hair, not thinking that he was with someone until after the fact.

yoongi said "fuck it" in his mind and walked past jimin to the dining area while jimin was having a small panic attack.

HE HAS FREAKING TATTOOS?!

jimin glance at yoongi once more when he sat down and there they was, a bending abstract music sheet that has the words "I don't give a shit, I don't give a fuck" on his right bicep and a korean word that reads SUGA on the right side of his chest. he wonders if there's some on his back.

jimin looked back at the pot of noodles on stove and continued to stir to calm his nerves. taehyung doesn't even have tattoos and he was fine with that so why is he going crazy for this dude that does have some?

yoongi peeked to his right to see that jimin was cooking something and was wondering if he was cooking for himself or for the both for them. trying to figure out how to ask, jimin took the upper hand instead and spoke to him for the first time.

"do you like ramen?" jimin asked in a soft tone. yoongi was surprise that small voice came out of him.

"uh, yeah." yoongi replied back, his voice a bit deeper than usual since he too was using soft tones.

jimin about jump out of his skin when he heard his voice. it was almost as deep as taehyung's.

he prepared dinner for the both of them, sticking chop sticks in the bowl and grabbing the seasoning packets.

"thank you." yoongi said, taking the bowl and seasoning packet from jimin's hand. jimin nodded and sat in front of him.

the two ate in silence, no one not saying a word until jimin couldn't take it anymore.

"what does your tattoo mean?"

yoongi stopped eating and picked his head up, jimin staring not directly at him but rather at his tattoo instead.

yoongi moved his arm a certain way to show jimin the whole tattoo. "its lyrics to one of my favorite songs I wrote."

"oh, that's some nice words there.." jimin trailed off. he's not really a fan of cussing, even though he says some rarely, he tries not to though.

yoongi chuckled lowly. "you have to listen to the whole song to understand why I said those words."

jimin nodded. "I'm assuming SUGA is your stage name?"

"yeah."

"why suga? cause you sweet?" jimin joked, loosing up a little.

"funny, but no. im actually the complete opposite."

"are you now?"

"yeah, but suga really stands for shooting guard. I used to play basketball back in high school and half way through college."

"really?! basketball or any type of sport in that manner fascinates me. like how do they not get tired? or hurt themselves? especially football, I would have died when I get hit. also the way they get tackled is funny.. oh shoot im blabbering, I'm sorry."

yoongi raised an eyebrow, slowly becoming untensed. "why are you apologizing, I'm not bothered."

"because usually you don't like talking about sports." jimin slapped a hand on his mouth, realizing that he was referring to taehyung.

yoongi chuckled but it was a bit louder than before, allowing jimin to ease off the embarrassment he just caused on himself.

"not sure why this person you know doesn't like sports but I do and if you want to have a whole conversation about it, go ahead." yoongi reassured, getting their bowls and chopsticks together. he truly surprised himself tonight, one minute he said he didn't want to talk to whoever was in the camper van with him and now he's encouraging the said person to have conversations with him.

"also, you can have the bed, I'll sleep on the couch." he added, standing up to go to the sink.

jimin caught a glimpse of yoongi's back and gasped, covering his mouth once again but with both hands.

yoongi heard the noise and looked up from the sink to see jimin with a surprised face.

"you good?"

"your back!"

"oh... yeah, it doesn't hurt anymore, don't worry. this happened years ago."

"are you two still together?"

yoongi stopped what he was doing and made a confused face. "what do you mean?"

"like is you and your lover still together?" jimin inquired, oblivious of what he was saying.

"I'm not dating anyone, I have no clue what-" then, yoongi's eyes went wide.

"you think someone scratched my back while we was having sex?"

"isn't that what that is?" jimin crocked his head to the side. he heard stories and read fan fictions about their lover scratching the other back while making love so he assumed it happened to yoongi. he thought it was cruel to do that though in his opinion.

yoongi busted out with laughter, dropping the bowls in the sink that was halfway filled with water. he has never been asked this question before, hell no one has ever implied that his wounds was sex based.

jimin never heard this man's laugh before, mostly because he doesn't exactly pay attention to the producer like a fan would but he certainly wasn't expecting that laugh to come out of him.

"no." he tried saying, getting his breathing back right and wiping his tears. "I was in a car accident some years back, well more like getting hit by a car.  I had a popped out shoulder, scratched up back and a bruised leg but I'm okay now."

jimin flushed a deep red on his face and lowered his head. he has made a complete fool out of himself and it hasn't even been a day.

"no harm feelings though. I haven't laughed like that in a while. thank you." yoongi smiled, wiping the bowls dried and going through his bags for a blanket and a pillow.

this might not be bad after all.