sculptor ; yoonmin (SEE ACC BIO)

he doesn't even sculpt

yoongi did not expect to see park jimin on his knees picking up pieces of dry clay.

but that was exactly what he saw when he looked. the boy was mumbling furiously and yoongi opened the door wider, bidding it to not make any noise. luckily, someone, a force, out there listened to him and he was able to watch the not much taller guy finish cleaning up only to get another block of clay. he sat down, face angled away from yoongi but not blocking the view exactly. so yoongi witnessed as he handled the clay clumsily and the wheel spun but he couldn't keep up with it. it was way foreign in his hands.

yoongi, by now, had put things together.

jimin believed that his past self in ancient eygpt had sculpted yoongi and that their souls were given a chance to meet in this century. husband sculptor reunited with his wife. but the man before him... well, he doesn't even sculpt.

he stared around in the room and noticed lumps? of hardened clay next to sketches. he couldn't quite see what was on the paper but he knew jungkook, a jack of all trades, normally put his sketches next to whatever he sculpted. there was no one else around and he turned to look in the hallway. no artsy looking students. he guessed that those were jimin's lousy attempts at whatever was on the paper.

he shook his head and a noncommittal grin made its way on his face. he was suppressing a chuckle and bit his lip. park jimin, he admitted, was fairly interesting. of course, we would never say that out loud. especially not the the boy who had seemed to give up and stand, turning to leave.

he was turning to leave. he would have to go through the door yoongi was standing at.

yoongi processed those two thoughts a little to late and he stood still, staring at jimin in shock. jimin's face mirrored his own, minus the fact that jimin's face was quickly reddening. a faint blush blew out into a huge one. yoongi rubbed the back of his neck thinking of what he could say. and lamely, he finally spoke. "uh, hi." his voice squeaked. he was probably a matching shade of red now.

"hi..." jimin bit his lip and looked back at his sculpted failures. he put his face in his hands.

yoongi, not to miss a chance to get over his embarrasment by embarrasing another person, stepped into the room with stride and passed a horrified jimin. he made his way to what jimin had recently been working on and realized that it was supposed to be a simple vase. and that, my friend, was anything but a vase. he couldn't hold back a small chuckle and jimin groaned. "please," he started, "don't."

but yoongi was already there, staring at the lumps and the sketches. the sketches weren't half bad actually, but the sculptures didn't even begin to resemble the sketches. yoongi's eyes wandered back to the sketches and he noticed that they all had the same face. the faces, if one looked closely enough, resembled each other. so it was the same person. and the person looked fairly familiar and yoongi probably would have been able to make out and guess the person much more quickly, had jimin been much more professional with the drawings. yoongi gasped as he finally saw himself. and jimin was willing for a force from above to strike him down.

"it's not... itㅡ"

"your blubbering isn't going to get you out of this. don't try saying it's not me."

jimin silently looked at yoongi, sending a looked that read, please spare me the embarrassment.

alas, yoongi was busting out laughing and jimin couldn't look at him anymore.

it was a good minute or two when he quieted, wiping at the tears of a jolly, good laugh. he shook his head and breezed past jimin, stopping once their shoulders touched and gave the lumps a last glance.

"stick to drawing, kid."

and he left as jimin stared at the floor.

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lol, yoongi was a jerk.