daybreak | yoonmin

march 3rd.

4:09 p.m.

Jimin and Yoongi usually only met at dawns at Trescott Avenue.

Today, however, Yoongi's work hours had coincided with his own meaning that they'd also be enjoying the rare pleasure of each other's company for the travel home. Jimin, unfortunately, didn't find this out until a certain Highlighter Head was boarding the monorail at Tower Street.

What was odd wasn't seeing Yoongi at this time of day; it was him not saying hello, or hello!, or anything for that matter. He seemed worn down and weary.

His usually well kept appearance replaced by a band tee painted by various food stains, everything from bell pepper red to mango yellow staining otherwise stark white fabric. Dirtied Crocs squelched under his weight, which Jimin knew he wasn't happy about. He padded directly to the seat beside Jimin with a slump in his tense shoulders, slugging along with what looked like more than a few sighs in his lungs. He didn't even look Jimin's way, and Jimin didn't know how he should feel about that.

So he spoke up.

"Good morning, Kanye," Jimin mused, traces of a grin beginning to appear in his every feature.

"Shut the fuck up," Yoongi bit back. Ironically, he meant those words and wasn't just quoting; and paradoxically, he shut his eyes rested his head on Jimin's shoulder, which the boy instinctively shrugged off.

Saying hi to Yoongi was already pushing it, so the physical touch alone caused him to furrow his brows, because, his capacity for friendliness is like a birthday candle. He doesn't always light on the first try, but a persistent flame and can ignite even the most stubborn wick. He's not like some people, who are fireworks, or bonfires, or incinerators. Jimin's patience is a small flame. When he extinguishes, there is nothing. Not even an ember to leave a trace.

And right now, Jimin was traceless. He had already tried getting himself to light, but Yoongi threw it all off. That was that.

This is why I hate being nice to people.

"Stop pushing me. I'm trying to go to sleep."

"Lean on the window."

"No! It rattles too much when the train moves and gives me headaches."

"Get off of me."

"Don't make me cause a scene."

"Stop it."

"Don't make me cause a scene!"

Several passengers, as in the whole train car, looked their way to find an apologetic Jimin and a dozing Yoongi. When they were finished being nosy, Jimin jerked his shoulder blade into the side of his head. Yoongi gave an aggravated groan and yanked Jimin's arm extra hard until they fell asleep there, clutching each other,

snoring slightly,

dreaming pretty dreams.

That was that.