pastel pink | yoonmin

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Jimin's steps resounded loudly up to their silent apartment as he walked through the hallway. Yoongi clearly heard the moment he stopped in front of the door and entered the code to open it from where he was standing in their kitchen.

He was holding a cup of coffee in hand and he put another steaming one on the counter in front of him.

"Hyung, I'm home!" Jimin loudly yelled as he opened the door and entered the house.

Always loud and present, everywhere in their small house.

When he finally walked to the kitchen and saw Yoongi, already standing there with his phone in his hand and his glasses all misted by the steam of the coffee, he smiled.

"Hey!"

He tossed his jacket somewhere over their couch and sat on the stool in front of his own mug, a grin plastered on his peaceful face as he looked at Yoongi.

The elder smiled back and lifted his chin to point at the cup.

"I just made coffee"

"Thank you!"

Jimin still had a bit of smeared eyeshadow on. Tiny, sparkling glitters highlighted his eyelids and his cheekbones, only adding radiance to his already naturally bright skin.

His pink hair was messy but that just made him cuter in Yoongi's eyes, and the fact that not even the smell of the coffee was able to cover his scent made the elder even more aware of how much their house was really impregnated with Jimin, all of him.

He was in their white curtains, that now filtered the soft morning sunlight in the room, in their pink mugs inside the cupboard and now in their hands, he was in the plants and flowers on the windowsill.

Jimin's essence was everywhere around Yoongi and he was unable to get rid of it... not that he wanted to, in any case.

"You're late... Did you have fun yesterday?" he asked, sipping from his own cup.

The other snapped his head up with wide eyes, then he tossed around, looking for his phone.

"Late? Why? What time is it?"

Yoongi shook his head, observing as he clumsily searched the pockets of his jacket.

"It's 8.30 I think... Didn't you have class at 9 today?"

Jimin gasped from where he was now standing in front of the couch and whined.

"Shit! I thought it was earlier!" at that he stomped his foot like a kid and Yoongi couldn't stop himself from chuckling.

"You should go get ready, I'll prepare something for you to eat while you walk"

"Right..." Jimin's eyes wandered around the room until they fixed on Yoongi's ones.

Yoongi blinked, unable to tear his gaze away from him. He observed as the younger licked his lips and nodded, lingering for a moment as he looked at him back, still bewildered and confused about what to do.

Yoongi was the one to dart his gaze away first, moving to take out from the fridge something to prepare a quick breakfast. He heard Jimin behind himself move fast to go to his room.

"I can't believe I'm this late! Fuck!" he yelled from his room.

Always so beautifully noisy.

"I didn't put my alarm on yesterday night and this guy didn't even try waking me up!"

Yoongi gulped and he froze on the spot at the words. He closed his hands in fists at his sides and clenched his jaw. He knew the other couldn't see him from where he was, but he still tried to control his expression and the anger that was starting to boil in his stomach, just to not let the frustrated scream that was bubbling in his throat out.