NEVERMIND #yoonmin

*Two*

'You're cute.'

I stare at the lightly swaying curtain that closes behind Yoongi's back. I can't bring myself to move, my mind completely blank.

What just happened?

This strange, pale hyung has managed to violate all rules of personal space and left me speechless in less than half an hour.

I'm still trying to wrap my mind around the strange happenings, when Yoongi appears again - properly dressed, thank God. I don't think I can take any more of his smooth pale skin. He smiles at me, throwing me the skanky outfit.

'I don't think this is the one. I like it, but it's a bit tight. Louis William Suga Adams the Third is being repressed.'

I stare at him blankly. Then it hits me and sure enough, my cheeks are ablaze in a matter of seconds. He notices and smirks at me, only making me blush more and hide my face in my arms.

Who calls his buddy Louis Williams Suga Adams the Third? And oh god, what happened to the First and Second?!

Thankfully he lets it slide and walks over to the kinky costume section again. I follow, feeling anxious. I really hope he doesn't want to try on another costume and just picks one out; I think I've had enough for one day.

Just as I put back the costume in my hands on its hanger, Hoseok walks out of the back office. 'Have you found anything yet?'

Yoongi turns to look at him, his face expressionless. 'I'm still looking.'

Hoseok quirks his eyebrow when he notices the racks surrounding Yoongi, but he doesn't say anything about it. Instead, he motions in my direction.

'Jimin, you can go home now. This can take a while and you probably still have to eat.'

I nod, walking behind the cash register to grab my jacket and bag. I'm quite happy to be away from this weird Yoongi hyung and I'm quite happy to be off now, because I indeed still have to eat. My stomach rumbles as if on cue.

I walk towards the exit door and already have my hand on the door handle when I hear Yoongi's voice.

'Actually, I think I'll come back tomorrow. It's getting late and I haven't eaten yet either. Plus, you need to focus on those sales figures, you know, to stimulate the economy and shit. Annyeong!'

Crap.

I hastily open the door, speed walking away from the shop as fast as I can without actually running.

I really hope he doesn't have to go in the same direction as I do.

I don't hear any footsteps behind me, so I fall back into a more comfortable pace and look over my shoulder to see if Yoongi is following me as I expected him to do. Surprisingly, he is nowhere to be seen. I stop walking, debating where to eat. I know a few nice Korean restaurants, but I'm also kind of craving a burger right now. Those juicy buns make me salivate just by thinking of them.

I finally settle on McDonalds. It only takes ten minutes to get to the small red-and-yellow shop. It's not very busy, since it's already quite late. I walk in, placing my order and turning back to look whether there are any comfy available booths when I choke on the air in my lungs.

In the corner of the small shop, leaning against the foggy window, sits Yoongi. My eyes widen and I try to make myself as unnoticeable as possible. Luckily, Yoongi doesn't look up from the phone in his hands, frowning at it.

I receive my order quite quickly and try to slip into one of the booths Yoongi can't see from where he's sitting. Sadly, my sneaking abilities are not so much on fleek as I hoped they were. When I make the lunge for the relative safety of the booth, I hear his voice behind me.