Green With Envy || Yoonmin

20; "Hate is a strong word"

"So, how's Taehyung holding up?" Yoongi asks, trying to break the ice. In his mind, he had imagined their first hangout would be a bit less... awkward.

Jimin shrugs, unsure of how to act around Yoongi. Ever since their little "chat," he's been doing a lot of self-reflection.

Truth be told, he feels guilty about a lot of things - hating Yoongi for no reason, not being there for Taehyung mentally. He's so preoccupied with his own issues and self-loathing that he barely has the energy to support his best friend.

But Jimin wants to change that. He wants to be there for Taehyung, no matter what. Even if the worst happens, he wants to create happy memories. Though, how can he do that when he can barely manage his own demons?

Selfish. That's how he feels. But he's determined to put that aside, at least for now. Maybe giving Yoongi a chance won't be so bad.

"Enjoy the food," Yoongi says, placing Jimin's bowl in front of him with a friendly smile.

"Thanks," Jimin replies, trying not to let his flustered feelings show. Damn, Yoongi always manages to get under his skin.

"You look a little flushed. Want me to turn on the A/C?" Yoongi teases, clearly amused by Jimin's reaction.

"Nah, I'll just take off the jacket," Jimin mumbles, shrugging off Yoongi's jacket and trying to hide his embarrassment. "It's probably just the spice,"

"Heh, I figured you'd be the type to enjoy a little spice," Yoongi smirks, earning him a pointed look from Jimin.

"Weird choice of words, but okay," Jimin scoffs, focusing on his food to avoid Yoongi's intense gaze. This is going to be an interesting night. He can already tell.

"I'm just saying. You look like you love spicy stuff, just like you look like your favorite color is mint green," Yoongi remarks, a playful grin spreading across his face.

Jimin's brow furrows as he responds, "I told you, my favorite color is not green. And, is that an insult or a backhanded compliment? Either way, stop talking like that."

Yoongi's grin only widens, clearly enjoying the reaction he's getting. "Like what?" he asks, his tone casual and teasing.

"Like you're a fuck boy," Jimin blurts out, surprising even himself with the words. Yoongi, however, seems unfazed, even fascinated by the comment.

"Is that so?" he asks, his voice dripping with amusement.

Jimin lets out a frustrated sigh, "I'm going to punch you."

Yoongi raises his hands in a placating gesture, "How about you tell me your real favorite color instead?"

"Blue," Jimin replies, his tone matter-of-fact.

"Really?" Yoongi asks, his eyebrows raising slightly.

"Yes," Jimin affirms, rolling his eyes.

"Cute," Yoongi comments, his gaze fixed on the other man.

Jimin takes another bite of his food, feeling Yoongi's stare on him. "What?" he asks, his voice slightly defensive.

"Aren't you going to ask me what my favorite color is?" Yoongi inquires, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Probably black," Jimin mutters, and Yoongi lets out a laugh.

"It's actually white, but good guess," Yoongi says, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"That sounds racist," Jimin comments, his brow furrowing.

"It's not if you don't think about it," Yoongi shrugs, unfazed by the remark.