HIM // YoonMinMon

IV

It's Friday afternoon when I wander around the mall for some refreshing. The huge building sheltering various stores is unusually pretty full today. I don't want to bother to find out why but accidentally do. Because the center of the packed mall seems to be an event at a small store which attracts crowds from people who passes by. And between the crowds, a mop of grey hair I very much recognize is trying to squeezes himself in it and is looking sulky, much. Can't get in the crowd that gets more uncoordinated surrounding the store plus keeps getting pushed out is probably why. I haven't been able to tell what kind of event it is when he, my source of interest has found my eyes.

Wait, no, I'm not here for socializing. "Jimin!" and he approaches me.

"Oh hi Yoongi, didn't expect to meet you here. What's up there?" I glance towards the crowd.

"It's...," he trails off then continue, "The store's selling Tamiya Mini 4wd Kumamon version and people are dying to have it for half price including me. If I can't get my hands on it before it's sold out then I can't forgive myself for taking a nap half an hour ago,"

So somehow I ended up helping him pushing people through the crowd until we reaches the counter and get him the tamiya.

"I'm glad I met you Jimin," he pats my back. That sounds ambiguous to me.

He looks so bright after we get out from the store until a few seconds ago when his brow dropped and face changed into a worried expression. He starts rummaging his white shirt and all pockets on his ripped blue jeans.

"What's wrong?" I'm starting to get worried too.

"My phone! Shit, where is it? It's not in my pocket either!" he panics.

"Did you lose it in the crowd at the store?" my sentence freezes him.

"I'm going back," he runs back in the now less crowded store, me following behind.

We are now popping our eyes out looking for the gold, 6x3 inches smart phone throughout the floor and racks in the store. We ask anyone near us, also the clerk store who confesses to see no phone in our description.

"Maybe someone who found it stole it already. Fuck, my phone has important stuffs in it!" he tugs his grey locks. He goes silent afterwards, thinking.

I remember I saved his number last night. "Calm down, I'm trying to call your phone. Whoever has it might answer-,"

"Wait," he tries to cut me when my eyes are locked to my phone.

"-If it's near we might hear it's ringtone,"

"Jimin, I just remember that I-,"

"What? Oh, someone picks up," I put it on speaker.

"Hello? Yoongi-hyung is not here at the moment, in case you're calling for him. You can call him later," says the guy from the end of the line.

Yoongi steals my phone from me. He turns off the speaker. "Jungkook, it's hyung. Look, I'll talk to you later when I'm home. Yeah, I'll be there before dinner. Uhuh, love you too, bye," he eyes me before ending the call. I raise my brows at him.

"You didn't lose it," irritation in my voice. Not like I mind helping him, but who's that Jungkook? Are they living together? 'Love you, too'? Is Yoongi married? He looks too young for sure.

"Turns out I didn't. Don't be mad, I forgot and left it at home since I was in a rush to get here,"

I sigh, "We spent an hour looking and asking people about it. I'm glad, though, that you didn't lose it,"

"Sorry, my bad. You helped me getting the tamiya too, which I'm very grateful of. Thank you," he looks sorry while holding a white plastic bag containing his tamiya in one hand.

"No it's fine, I wanted to," he perks up at my words.

"Really? Well I say it's a win-win for both of us. I get my tamiya and.. I save you the trouble of being the one to text, or call me since, I have your number now," he smirks. "Your fault for not contacting me. I thought I was pretty obvious," he sneaks to my side and whispers to my ear.

I blush, a little. He is pretty sly, but he only flirts a bit and I... He pulls me more into him regardless his special liking for the black bear which I find really cute, nonetheless-God, he has someone, what am I doing?

"You have 'Jungkook'," I turn aside and push his chest to stop him from getting closer to me. Oh no, I sound jealous.

"I.... have? Technically, well, yes," he snickers. Isn't he insane to flirt with others when he has someone?

"You're a dick, then," I roll my eyes and quicken my footsteps. I hear a laughter behind me and him catching up beside me.

"No, but I do have one," he lowly laughs. He grabs my hand and turns me to face him, "Hey, you got it all wrong. He's my brother. My dear, sweet, little brother. Did our conversation misleading you? You're getting worked up about him slower than I thought. Was somebody jelly~?" he sings playfully at the last word. Now his mouth is finally shut up but forming his authentic gummy smile-wait, oh, it's only his brother, it's only... yes, I must have looked stupid.

"N-nobody was. Why do you think I'm 'jelly'? I'm not in the place for that," flustered I am, plus kind of disappointed at the realization of my own last sentence. Who am I to him to get jealous.

"Hmmm? But you sounded like you are?" he's having fun here.

"Whatever, I'm leaving, bye," yeah, he's confusing me. He stops me from walking away as his vacant hand grabs mine and pulls my body to him.  The plastic bag in his other hand making that annoying rustling sound at the shaking his action has caused.

"What if I say that you actually are in the place for that, because-," he looks me in the eye before he closes our distance by a few more millimeters. His eyes are half closed, he brought my chin up with his slender, soft, pale fingers and,

"I want you.....," he whispers seductively, eyes shut, lips brushing mine.

".... to," he ends.

Both of my eyes are wide in shock, eyeing the dark brown orbs that is his eyes which are now glancing at my parted slightly open plump lips. I'm trying to understand what's going on in here until he sweeps my thoughts away with his next words.

"Do you get it? Because I thought I was pretty obvious," he stares back at my healthy poop-colored eye.

I don't think you're pretty obvious, I thought.