Zombie Tingz - BTS OT7

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It was awkward being around Jimin for some reason. And he doesn't know if it's just him or if Jimin feels the same as well.

They both are in the room Namjoon usually occupies, only that Namjoon was out in the living room with the others. He could smell something cooking, probably soup from canned vegetables again due to the fact that that's really all they could make. The door was ajar and he could hear Hoseok and Jeongguk playing the card game they had found earlier.

Jimin sits on the bed a few feet away from where he does, messing with the medical supplies. He had came in about ten minutes ago and they greeted each other briefly but that was it. He was sitting in silence by himself, lost in his thoughts, when the pinkette came in and started cleaning his supplies.

Yoongi sits up against the headboard watchig him. He finished cleaning the IV needle and disposed of the empty saline bag. Then he was tampering with the many needles and thread from a kit he'd picked up from the ambulance. And now, he was rolling up bandages that seemed to have unraveled. He looked to be stuck in deep thought. In another headspace, almost. His hands move on their own meanwhile his eyes stay in one area, blinking occasionally.

The room is awkwardly quiet. Yoongi can barely stand it. Part of him wants to say something but what should he say? He and Jimin haven't talked in a while, let alone together in the same room for a period of time. It was rare that it was just them in a room. Yoongi feels obligated to say something, anything. Like he needs to clear some tension between them. He nearly flinches in surprise when Jimin sighs lightly and turns towards him, a small smile on his lips.

He lets out a small laugh, almost childlike. Yoongi is a bit taken aback at the suddenness of it. Jimin runs a hand through his hair, its long enough to be put into pigtail. His face, with used to be a bit chubby and was now thin, flushes with embarrassment.

"Sorry, I wasn't laughing at you." He clarifies, though Yoongi is sure he wasn't laughing at him anyway.

"Sometimes, I do this thing where I create scenarios in my mind to distract myself from reality." He then glances down at the bandages in his hand, continuing to roll them.

"I don't know if I'm going crazy or not, though. I've been doing it more often recently and sometimes it's difficult to separate the real reality from the one I've created."

Yoongi watches as his shoulders rise slightly and his cheeks darken. He peers up at him hesitantly, as if sheepish about what he's about to say.

"Do you think it's weird?"

"No," he answers quickly so that Jimin knows he's honest. "It's a coping mechanism. It's how you deal with trauma." Jimin looks back down at his hands, fidgeting with them. He places the bandages back into the medical box.

"Is it like daydreaming?" The older male asks, curious to Jimin's thought process.

"Kinda." Jimin answers quietly.

Yoongi frowns. He didn't mean for Jimin to grow embarrassed. He was just intrigued. He's spent too much of the time they've known each other being rude to him. The least he could do is listen to the boy talk. He wants to know more about him as well. He wants to know what he was just thinking about, what made him smile and laugh. It had to be something positive, he supposed. It's almost like Jimin read his mind, though.

"I imagined that we were all at the kitchen table, with a birthday cake in the middle." He says, a smile growing on his lips as he stares at his hands.

"We were all singing the happy birthday song to Jeongguk. He was smiling so wide that you can see all of his teeth in his mouth," Jimin lets out a chuckle at that.