Jimin peeked his head around the wall, trying to see if Yoongi was working without being noticed. Yoongi, however, watched as Jimin tried to remain inconspicuous but was failing miserably. Jimin caught sight of Yoongi looking at him and ducked into the store, embarrassed.
Jimin walked up to the counter and leant against it, trying to recover from being caught sneaking around. "Wow, Yoongi, I did not know you would be here."
Yoongi laughed, "I work here, you idiot." He ran his hands through his bright green hair, wondering if Jimin had noticed or not. Wondering if Jimin liked it or not. Jimin was looking at his hands, and Yoongi took the time to check him out. He looked exceptionally good today, wearing a tight black shirt and fitted black jeans. It even looked like he'd done his hair.
Jimin looked at Yoongi's outfit, and even though he was wearing a uniform he still managed to look hot. Jimin' eyes trailed up to Yoongi's hair and he stared in disbelief. Hadn't it been blonde three days ago?
"I like your hair," Jimin said, reaching up and tugging on a piece of it with his fingers. Yoongi inhaled sharply as Jimin pulled at his hair. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."
Yoongi shook his head, "no, no it's not that. You didn't hurt me."
Jimin furrowed his eyebrows and bit his lip, which didn't help Yoongi's thought process at all. "Then why did you–" Jimin looked up to see that Yoongi's pupils had dilated quite a bit. "Oh– oh."
Yoongi smiled ruefully and slumped over the counter. What could he do? He didn't get off work for another hour and he wasn't just going to stand there the whole time uncomfortable. He snapped his fingers and looked up at Jimin with a grin on his face.
"I need your help." Yoongi said. "Now, I've got to find out where my manger is before-"
Jimin's eyes widened and he held up his hands. "What? No way. I can't help you out, Yoongi. Not here and definitely not in public when you should be working."
Yoongi looked at Jimin, confused. "What are you talking about? I'm going to have you run in here, yell about some emergency, and I'm going to tell my manager that I have to leave. What did you think I meant?" Yoongi asked, standing on his tip-toes so he could see over the display behind the counter.
"I- nothing." Jimin covered his face with his hands, embarrassed that his mind had gone to such dirty places. Yoongi looked back at him and rolled his eyes. This kid was too much sometimes. What was he embarrassed about now?
Yoongi turned back around, but not before catching Jimin's eye through his fingers. Yoongi winked, "and don't check out my ass. I don't look good in these pants." Jimin squeaked and covered his eyes. Yoongi laughed under his breath, and turned back around. His manger opened the door to the back room and Yoongi spun around, pushing Jimin towards the door.
"Go, go, go,"
"What do you want me to say?!" Jimin whisper-yelled, panicking that he'd mess something up and get Yoongi into trouble.
"Anything, just start yelling." Yoongi said. He sat on his stool and tried his best to look bored, but it was very hard when he was looking at Jimin. Jimin walked out of the store and paced outside for a second, trying to think about something to say.
Jimin ran back into the store, waving his arms above his head like a maniac. Yoongi bit back a laugh at the sight of him and continued staring at the counter.
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kpop and chill → yoonmin
Fanfiction"So... can we listen to more of that Chinese music?" "It's Korean, Jesus fucking Christ." started ; december sixth, 2015 finished ; february twenty second, 2016 161010 - 100k reads