Don't Call Me Angel || VMIN

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Over the next few days, Jimin stuck to Taehyung like a shadow, constantly glued to his side. Well, as close to his side as he could get, which at the nearest was around two feet. The small gap always annoyed him and on multiple occasions, he had tried to get rid of it, but the elder had stopped him every time. After those little mishaps, he would usually hang back slightly and complain about the unfairness of the world for twenty minutes or so. In those moments, he reminded everyone who witnessed them of a hurt puppy whining about having bumped itself.

Of course, he was never truly angry, he just hadn't accepted the sad truth of his reality yet and he didn't bother hiding the fact that it upset him. To make up for this absence of physical affection, the dancer would hold onto the other's hand at every opportunity that presented itself and it became normal for him to shift one of the armchairs over to the corner of Taehyung's desk while he was working. No one minded, the brunette certainly didn't, and it meant the sparkle in Jimin's eyes was caused by happiness rather than tears so it didn't matter what anyone thought anyway.

He was still extremely prone to emotional outbursts, one would expect nothing different after such a tiny amount of time had elapsed since he broke down. However, now there was always someone by his side when that happened and he was no longer forced to endure the torturous feelings alone.

On the evening of the fifth day since his episode, Jimin was perched on the edge of the island counter that separated the kitchen from the dining area, swinging his legs in a pendulum-type motion. The final rays of sunlight from the glowing orb disappearing behind the silhouettes of several other highrise buildings spilled out from one of the open doors in the corridor, bathing him in their amber glow. A large hoodie engulfed most of his frame with the hood pulled up over his ruffled black locks, hiding their lack of attention from sight. If he pulled it forward enough, no one would be able to see how poufy his hair looked.

He'd had a shower only an hour before and simply hadn't been bothered to run a brush through his damp hair afterwards, hence the silly disguise. Still, the dancer looked exceedingly cute and he finally donned a pair of cargo pants that fitted him properly, for he had spent most of the previous day browsing through a few online shops.

Glancing at the clock stuck to the opposite wall, he sighed and went back to staring at a mark on the floorboards that vanished every time his foot reached the peak of its swing. He was waiting for a certain someone who had promised to take him out that night if he felt up to it. His stomach filled with the friendly beating of hundreds of delicate wings at the thought and he couldn't help the excitement that shook him a tad bit. This was a new experience for him, no one had ever taken him out like this before. It was odd to be treated nicely, to know that the sole purpose of the evening wasn't to get in him a bed, and it made a pool of nerves join the jitters inside him.

Fiddling with the hem of the jumper he was wearing, he kept flicking his eyes back to the second hand steadily ticking away, wondering whether he had enough time to go and change or not. Wear something that he was comfortable in, that was the only instruction he had been given. Immediately, he had gone and grabbed the softest hoodie out of the elder's closet and hurried off to get ready.

Now, however, the ravenette was full of misgivings, unable to stop himself from fearing that he was misunderstood. If they were going into public, the other would probably want him to wear someone nicer, and an oversized top and baggy trousers definitely weren't the definition of nice date clothes. He wasn't even sure if this could be counted as a date and it didn't help that he had no idea where the two of them stood relationship-wise. It was obvious he had feelings for Taehyung, his habit of becoming a blushing mess every time he received a compliment kind of proved that, but he wasn't sure what he meant to the elder.