colours // yoonmin

seven

m o r n i n g  c h a t s ;
He was spontaneous in an irritating way when he wasn't present at the window and I'd woken up early for nothing, and in an intriguing way when he just starts talking randomly, changing topics every five seconds or so. It's entertaining how excited he always is and how he's fascinated by practically everything. I didn't think anyone could get so worked up over their mom using a different brand of detergent which was, quote - not only smells like a fresh spring breeze but also not overpowering like the last one - end quote.

( He had then leaned over so I could smell his shirt, which I did (hesitantly) and I hummed in agreement even though I neither noticed the insignificant change nor cared. Anything to keep him yellow. )

He becomes a bit more brighter whenever I give a reply so I keep those coming. It is the least I can do since he is carrying the conversation most, if not all, of the time. I'm not complaining. The only person I ever talk to regularly is Mrs Im Hye-Ju and we always have something to talk about thanks to our history, but I've only met Yoongi last, last Saturday. I won't know what to do if he hands the responsibility over to me.

"Tell me more about yourself," Yoongi asks, resting his head on his arms, on the window sill. I am squatting infront of him, my fingers grasping whatever on the sill his arms didn't occupy. This is our usual position - him being comfortable and my legs feeling as if they are about to fall off. My feet aches from the rough ridges of his roof digging into its soles. I thought about wearing slippers but they just made the trek to his roof harder.

"Hm?" I raise a brow, "What do you want to know?"

"You," he simply says and I heave a sigh.

"M'afraid I need you to be more specific."

"Your name." He flashes me a gummy smile.

"I already told you, no name," I huff.

He whines and blows a raspberry, burying his face in his arms. What a child, I think. Suddenly, he looks up from his arms, eyes sparkling with mischief. I don't like it one bit.

"Then tell me why instead then." The cheeky smile has returned to his face. I roll my eyes, digging my mind for a reason other than 'because fuck you'.

I settle for a straightforward- 'I like to remain anonymous' - and cross my fingers that he gets the hint that I obviously do not want to delve in deeper and leave it there.

"Yeah, but why?" I mentally facepalm at the sheer density of the man, "Do you dislike your name?" He pushes and I have to resist the urge to just walk away. I knead my temples with my fingers, trying not to show my exasperation in my tone

"No, I like my name very much, for your information." Even if it is a unisex name that's more towards the girl side and people often mistake me as a girl until they see me in person or told otherwise. "I just don't like to give it out to people I don't really know."

"But I'm your friend."

I sigh inwardly when I realise he isn't going to drop this until he finds out. I've known him long enough (wait, how long has it been?) to know that he's that kind of stubborn that won't be satiated until they get what they want (reminiscent of a six-year-old child, may I say, pouting and begging their ways to their parents' generous hearts).

Looks of an angel and the resolute of a demon.

Stellar.

I press my lip into a thin line and furrow my eyebrows, thinking of a way that'll make both parties happy despite our demands being completely polar opposites. There's got to be a loophole.

"How about..." I start slowly, still running the pros and cons in my head, unsure of whether this is a good idea or not or if he'll be satisfied with it which I pray he will. "-You guess what my name is? One try every day."

He raises an eyebrow, discontent on his face. "Hints?"

"Fine." I roll my eyes, "One per day."

"Two?"

"One."

"Three?"

"One. That or-"

"-One and a half?"

"What even- That doesn't even- How does that even work!?"

He opens his mouth to speak but I beat him to it.

"That was rhetoric." He shuts his mouth. "Anyways, one or nothing, Yoongi."

His mouth stretches into a huge smile, revealing his gums and teeth, and he glowed so brightly he made the sun a disappointment. I am going to go blind because of this guy one day, I swear.

"You said my name." He was jumping with joy and I can't help the small smile that settles on my face at the cute sight, my initial fury disappearing like smoke in the wind in that instant. I groan and wipe it off when I notice, replaced by a vicious snarl that is more directed to me than him, in all honesty.

His ears twitches and he freezes up. "And I can't wait to say yours," he says quickly, flashing me a wink - or meant to as he was facing a bit too much to the left and ended up winking at a tree - before closing the windows like he always does at the end of our morning chats.

I shudder at the gesture before retreating back to my house.

Weirdo.

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weak chapter bleh.