peach | yoonmin

eight.

i'm currently sitting on my basement couch eating snickers bars. this has been a psa on the fact that i am useless

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Distance makes the heart grow fonder.

Yoongi's been a strong believer in that since those three years he didn't see his dad, and then the month he finally did, which consisted of yelling and tiptoeing through his own house and wanting to pull his hair out.

It's a phrase that makes sense any way you slice it, and Yoongi makes a point of grabbing onto things in this world that do make sense.

But this saying, however true he may find it to be, cannot be applied to Park Jimin.

If anything, it's the opposite. Yoongi tries his hardest to convince himself to be afraid of Jimin every moment that he's on his own. Staring at his bedroom ceiling and pulling his blankets around him, brushing his teeth, pulling the keys out of his car, eating wimpy breakfasts off of plastic dishes.

But when they're together, he feels at home. Comforted. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, but Jimin, as always, is a mystery.

"No it wasn't," the blonde insists, picking up a fry and throwing it at Yoongi. "It was Papa's Pizzeria. I'm telling you."

The chances they'd be in line next to each other at a fast food joint within a week since their last meeting were a million to one. The chances Yoongi would let Jimin sit with him after realizing they were next to each other were even lower. Today's a day for unlikely events.

Yoongi picks up the thrown fry from its landing spot on his jacket. "We played Rotate and Roll the first time we talked in comp, and every day we had the laptops after that," he says, popping the fry in his mouth. "We played it way more."

"Ugh," groans Jimin, chewing in the most pouty way a person can chew without drooling on themselves. "Stop remembering things better than me."

"Sorry," Yoongi says, shrugging, but he can see the smile peeking out from behind Jimin's glare. He's not sure if it's his presence or Jimin's Jimin-ness, but he can't seem to hold a dirty look for long.

"Whatever," he mutters. "I still have Wii Sports and the old Mario Kart at home, so I have video game superiority."

Yoongi perks up in his seat, straightening out his slouch. "For real?" he asks with new interest, "And you have your old wii?"

"Hell yeah." Jimin smiles even wider. "If you want to come over and play sometime..."

"Yeah," is Yoongi's enthusiastic response, delivered before he can even think about it twice. Who knows if it'll actually happen? All he knows is that he kind of likes the thought of them curled up on the couch again, competitive and way too loud for the time of night.

"I'm so fucking broke," Jimin elects to say a few minutes later, toying with his two napkins, waving them back and forth like flags. "I'm gonna take these napkins home and use them as paper towels," he adds after staring at them for a while.

Yoongi snorts. "Not a bad idea, honestly."

"You think I'm joking," Jimin remarks, finishing the last of his fries.