Reasons » yoonmin

Chapter 1

"It's sunny outside, go do something"

A note, more particularly a vibrant yellow post-it-note, was stuck on the bathroom's mirror. It efficiently tore Jimin's interest from washing his face into looking at the note, making out every very obviously quickly written word once, then twice, then thrice.

What was this? He grew suddenly confused, knowing he lived with a rather grumpy roommate who would never write such cliché-ishly bright and supportive notes and stick them to mirrors like couples in romantic movies. Jimin grabbed the edge of the note and ripped it off the mirror from blocking his view and dropped it on the table.

Yoongi must've been drunk or something, he pondered quietly as he rinsed his slightly swollen face from sleeping. It was a Saturday morning and Jimin being Jimin, he had planned out a whole day of doing nothing.

Before he would've booked the day full of activities; hiking, running, going to the movies, hanging out with people.

But now he couldn't be bothered. And he wasn't sure if he was scared of the sudden change in his personality.

Yoongi on the other hand had begun using more of his time out the apartment, doing whatever-he-fancied, making Jimin worry if his sometimes annoying roommate would make it home in one piece.

His big ego didn't seem to fit in his small body as he often came back home barely awake, covered by bruises. "They were bein'... brats!" he'd exclaim, explaining how he thought he had kicked someone's ass. "And I, swung my hand lik-, like this," he had continued, almost hitting the innocent one in the face with his fist.

Jimin never raised his voice at the other one. He took the best care of him, even though he had been probably labeled clingy in Yoongi's head forever ago.

Jimin didn't mind, being so kind.

But he wasn't going to follow the order written on the post-it. He wanted to eat something and go back to bed, to dream about nothing.

And he for sure was going to do just that.

He soon closed the door of the bathroom after himself, forgetting the note on the counter and not having another thought about it.

Creaking the fridge's door open and judging the contents of it, Jimin closed it and sighed. He didn't have much of an appetite, and was troubled whether he liked it or hated it. In any case, he headed to their minimalistic yet stylish living room and switched the TV on, dropping himself on the couch.

Click. Click. Hmm... Click.

Nothing worth watching was on there. Due to someone's bad eating habits he also lacked energy which would be essential for his motivation to "go do something", like the note had suggested.

He couldn't even be bothered to go shopping - not knowing what to eat was a real problem.

He sighed again and listened to the familiar rustling from behind one particular door, messaging his roommate had woken up from his rare well slept night. He had went to bed early because Jimin had insisted so, because "you don't sleep enough," and "if you won't go to sleep right now I'm going to destroy your headphones."

Jimin suspected both of them knew very well that he would never even lay a finger on the other's headphones.

Of course unless they would be forgotten in the living room, making the harmony of the objects disappear; then it would be an issue. Which they often were, so Jimin had no choice but to call the other to come get his precious item, making him sigh a silent "why can't you bring them to me."

Jimin wouldn't. They were dirty.

They were making the table dirty. Jimin painted horrifying pictures of bacteria spreading, to his hands, to everywhere. And he couldn't live with it.

To Yoongi it was a stupid obsession but to Jimin it was so real. He was confused why Yoongi didn't have the same intense feelings of something crawling on his skin whenever something was out of order.

Why he didn't feel the same fear Jimin felt every day.

But to the other one, it seemed like an obsession and to the other it was an obsession; healthy or unhealthy, he wasn't so sure.

Jimin thought if he should wash the already neat coffee table's surface as he watched advertisements of the television, completely forgetting to notice the sound of a door creaking open and a sleepy Yoongi appearing.

"Hi," he muttered with a slightly hoarse voice, giving Jimin a soft smile which went unnoticed. Yoongi told himself he didn't mind, he shouldn't mind, and headed to the bathroom, having noticed how much the other was in his own world. He should avoid pressuring Jimin, he thought. There was something odd about his health in Yoongi's eyes.

But he didn't bring himself to mention it. Knowing Jimin, he could easily overthink it, loathe in those words, never let them go before Yoongi would tell him otherwise. Was he that afraid of being not perfect?

He didn't know to guess Jimin needed clarity. He needed to know exact things, to do exact things to feel complete. To feel in somewhat peace. He needed to know clear lines within his life.

Even though he found it ridiculous, he couldn't help it.

"Eh?" Jimin suddenly realised he had heard something but was greeted by nothing but a slightly open door, messaging he hadn't dreamed the noise.

He pulled in a fresh gust of clean air, scented by a couple very closely chosen candles. Jimin remembered the day he had bought those candles. Yoongi had rolled his eyes, not understanding why it matters what scent the candles are. Why it matters they were a certain colour or gave Jimin a certain feeling of freshness and clarity.

But he had wanted to understand. And eventually he did, even it only partially. He had later admitted he actually liked the ones the other had chosen; they smelled sweet yet somehow fresh. Like home.

And for sure, he wasn't complaining.

"Good morning," Yoongi was greeted by a light voice when he was noticed and he turned his head to see the other one cuddled up on the couch, hugging his knee and letting the other leg hang free. The squinted eyes were aimed at him with a tiny, sweet smile. Yoongi couldn't help smiling a bit, completely out of his usually almost cold character.

But it was Jimin.

"What was that note?" a question filled the silence and Jimin was stared at for a second, words fumbling through his head as an attempt to answer. It indeed had been noticed and pulled off the mirror.

"Just a reminder," he finally spoke, not even bothering to mention who the note was aimed to remind.

"Huh."

They stared at each other.

"Hm."

"So are you gonna do anything today?" Yoongi asked, filling the suddenly slightly awkward silence.

"No, why?" Jimin questioned.

He was asking too much for Yoongi's taste, but again - it was Jimin.

"I was thinking we could go for a wal-hhhh-k..." Yoongi said, pausing in the middle of his words as he was stretching an arm of his as he made his way to the kitchen.

"Sounds like a plan," Jimin agreed, getting up from the seat. He needed to think what clothes to put on for a walk. Now he thought he'd look hideous.

But to his discomfort, Yoongi hadn't realised to tell him he wanted to go later, not immediately.

He didn't realise it would affect Jimin's internal clarity and timetables badly.