number 13 | yoomin

forty

"hyung, one of my teammates is throwing a party! we should go!" jimin said, yoongi hummed, "why?" he asked, "because.. he's my team mate and we can wear cute clothes!" the boy whined, yoongi laughed at that, "i'll think about it"

"please hyung! what if he has good food at his party and i want to try it and my only motivation will be you!" he said, "oh c'mon, you can't use your recovery against me!" yoongi pouted, making jimin smile.

"please"

"fine"

—

"my therapist said i have to use my own car so we'll have to take different cars" yoongi said as they got ready. jimin had decided to get ready at yoongi's place.

"fair enough, mine told me i have to pick an outfit i like without worrying about my body" jimin said, "it's a cute outfit" yoongi said, "thank you! i haven't worn it in so long! i feel kinda happy to see it" he said, "also, i brought my curling iron if you want to curl your hair" jimin added.

"i'm happy you're happy and no thanks. you curl your hair?" yoongi asked, jimin nodded, "special ocassions, i think curly and wavy hair in general is cute"

—

yoongi wasn't a social butterfly. in fact, compared to jimin, he was the shyest boy there. he said hi to everyone while jimin spent time catching up with everyone he had seen a couple hours ago.

he awkwardly sat down, jimin soon joined him, "so what's being celebrated?" yoongi asked, "his birthday, it's so cool, isn't it?"

"sure" yoongi mumbled, looking around the room, "jimin!" some girl squealed, running to him and giving him a big hug. yoongi was nauseated at the smell of her perfume.

"you look so pretty" she said, running her hands through his hair, "oh t-thanks" he stuttered, turning red at the compliment. yoongi stared at both of them without saying a word.

"come here!" she said, dragging his arm to anothee girl. this girl was tall, had medium purple hair that was curled a bit just like jimin's.

she was pretty, yoongi felt jealousy burning his body. he stared at jimin who was so slick among women. jimin had his hands in his pockets as he leaned against a wall looking at her. he let out the ocassional laugh, sometimes receiving a hit on the shoulder or girls touching his hair.

yoongi could have swore he had never felt so jealous. he started to think he was jealous because of how pretty jimin and these girls were.

his last straw was probably when a girl tried to feed him a strawberry. jealousy was a disease and he was sure he was infected.

he couldn't stare at jimin any longer. he grabbed his keys before leaving. if jimin liked pretty girls with purple curly hair, fine. he could do that.

—

yoongi knocked on namjoon's door, a bag from a nearby store in his hand. it took the boy a little while to answer.

"oh hi" namjoon smiled, "hi, i'm going to dye my hair right now" he grumbled, entering namjoon's house. the tall boy rubbed his eyes, "why is that?"

"let's go to the bathroom in your room first" he said, namjoon could tell yoongi was furious by the way he was acting.

yoongi stomped up the stairs, namjoon was right behind him. not a word was spoken until they got to the bathroom.