Colors [Yoonmin]

37.

"Are you sure you're okay? You seem off." Jimin asked as he pulled out his apartment key. He had been trying to avoid asking him because he figured it was all on his mind. Now that he looked at Yoongi he could tell something really was wrong.

"I'm fine. I'm totally fine." Yoongi mumbled. How do you tell a person you're undressing them with your mind without sounding like a creep? There was just no way to sugarcoat it.

"Listen, if you feel weird about coming to my apartment then I understand. You don't have to. I'll drive you back home—"

"No, no. Of course it's not that. I'm sorry. I just had a long day. That's all, but I truly do want to be here." Inside of you.

Yoongi quickly flinched at the sound of his dirty thoughts. Good thing that Jimin was too busy unlocking the door to notice him.

"Okay. Be aware that my apartment is quite messy." He apologized beforehand as he opened the door.

Yoongi took a step in and inhaled the sweet scent that lingered in the air. He definitely had an air freshener plugged in every electrical portal. He didn't mind the smell. It had a rainforest scent or what he imagined the rainforest smelled like.

On the other hand, Yoongi's apartment probably smelled like old dusty furniture. Yoongi didn't really care about keeping his space clean or for it to smell good.

Jimin turned on the lights and it revealed a fairly simple color on the walls. It wasn't white, it was a creamy pearl. He did have some pictures on the walls, most of them were of his family.

He could tell he was family oriented. Yoongi wasn't as close to his family as he once was. After his husband's death it felt like he walked around with a pity sign on his back. To constantly hear the condolences of his loved ones did not make him feel any better. Even though they weren't intended to be malicious.

Yoongi smiled at the casual yellow blanket on the black couch. The contrast of the bright and dark colors was very vibrant.

It was an easy way to compare them both. Jimin was light, joyful and graceful just like the color yellow. Whereas Yoongi was reserved, quiet and obscure just like the color black.

And yet, looking at them both together it was beautiful.

Jimin picked up a pair of slippers and quickly opened the nearest closet door to throw them in there. He figured if Yoongi couldn't see the mess then it was okay.

"Do you want to eat something?" He asked as he looked through his fridge which was empty. Had he forgotten to grocery shop again?

The panicking made him sweat a little. He had hoped he at least had ham and bread for a sandwich, but he didn't.

The night shift went over like usual so he didn't have time to run and get food. Yoongi could tell how panicked Jimin was and once he turned around with a microwavable cup of Mac and cheese he laughed.

"This is all I have. One cup." Jimin said, mortified. "If you give me some time I can run to the gas station down the road. I might be able to get something else."

Yoongi continued laughing until his stomach hurt. Finally, he walked over to him to grab the cup. "It's okay. We can share. I'm not really that hungry."

"Are you sure? I really don't mind going."

"No, it's too late for that. Come on, let's get this ready."

While Yoongi waited for the microwave to stop, he pulled out two cold Pepsi cans from the refrigerator. It was sad that he had soft drinks but not food.