divine ; yoonmin

act 1, scene 2

act 1, scene 2
nudity

THE eyes never strayed from jimin's figure. they were calculating and analyzing; determining whether the boy was indeed a threat or not.

they never had anything other than the forest animals come to visit. they knew not of the creatures who walked on two legs and wore garments of different fabrics.

the eyes snapped down to jimin's full lips again as he let out another soft laugh. they squinted in uncertainty and confusion at the actions of the stranger. a frown marked the pond creature's face.

jimin doubled over in laughed when the butterfly began to flutter around his ears and hair, tickling the shell of his ear.

more butterflies had come out to the pond as they always did. they usually came to play, and the creature in the pond was growing annoyed that jimin hadn't left after half an hour yet.

only when the buttery had flown over the pond, away from jimin's grasp, did the boy look up from his drawing.

the frog on his heel had long leaped away, finding comfort on the pad of a lilly. jimin was alone and disappointed, wanting more company than just the birds in the trees above.

he looked at the spot where all the animals had gone to. he grew curious as he gazed intensely at the crowding of tall, thin plants springing from the pond. he wondered what was over there that intrigued the animals so much more than him.

he squinted his eyes to slits and willed for the mist to fade away.

after staring harshly at the spot for almost a full two minutes, he felt a headache begin to thump in his temples at straining his eyes.

but movement kept him from returning to his sketchbook. the sound of shifting water in the calm lake made an eerie chill run down his spine.

the fog swayed slightly and jimin stared into a pair of eyes equally as dark as his.

he jumped up from the damp grass instantaneously, but unfortunately, whatever he noticed had noticed him back, as the figure rose from its place in the water.

jimin's heart lurched to his throat, the bass of the beating organ pounding in his ears.

the figure rose much more slowly and far more gracefully than jimin did.

but jimin, who was planted in frozen shock, could only turn his head to the side when noticing they were naked.

he could hear the water splashing and saw the person come closer towards him from his peripheral. his face heated up in surprise and embarrassment, wondering if he'd just caught someone skinny dipping.

the sound of the soft grass in front of him being stood on caught his attention, but he refused to look up. he stared at the tree he came through instead and pleaded with his erratic heart to calm down.

"what are you doing in my pond?"

their voice was low and somewhat gruff, sounding more like a cross between a grumble and a growl than an actual tone.

jimin was incapable of making a intelligible sentence, and instead only stuttered out incoherent sounds and half words.

"what language is this?" they questioned with growing annoyance and confusion.

a hand reached out and pulled jimin's face towards the strangers. a yelp was emitted from jimin who squeezed his eyes shut tightly. he hadn't noticed how close he stood to the fully nude boy in front of him.

"what kind of defensive mechanism is this?" they asked again, dropping their hand back to their respective side.

"i'm sorry." jimin finally was able to say. "i didn't know anyone else was here."

"this is my pond." they said again, assertively, reminding jimin. the boy's dark eyes took note of every feature on jimin's face, masking their wonderment.

jimin thought he meant that the pond was a place he visited frequently, which, in turn, made it his.

"do you maybe mind putting on clothes?" jimin asked with his eyes still shut tightly. he was beginning to see swirls of random light within the darkness and felt wildly uncomfortable with the naked boy across from him.

"what is a clothes?"

at this, jimin's eyes opened so fast, the sudden intake of light made him wince and blink a few times. "you don't know what clothes are?"

the boy rolled his eyes, "if i knew, would i have asked?"

jimin stared at his face in bewilderment. he then tugged at the fabric of his shirt and gesture to the rest of his attire. "these are clothes." he informed tentatively.

the thought of the boy playing a joke on him crossed his mind, but when the stranger's frown only deepened in further confusion, jimin realized this was all too real. "are you okay, mister?" he asked. he felt the need to reach out and grasp his shoulder, but that would be weird.

he was still naked and dripping wet.

"oh! i have something." jimin was thankful he kept backup clothes in his bag. ever since an incident with his friends, he always left his house with an extra hoodie and pants.

he bent down and grabbed the items from his bag, but when he looked back up, he squealed at his absentmindedness.

he was still kneeling, looking up at the naked stranger, now seeing everything he was initially avoiding.

"why must you make such unnecessary noises? and why does your face keep changing color?" the stranger asked, positioning his hands on his hips.

jimin sprung back up and shoved the clothes into the boy's hands. "put these on." he instructed, looking away once again and now at the canopy of green above him.

"how?"

a loud, airy noise of an exasperated sigh tumbled from jimin mouth. he shut his eyes again and gripped his hair because of the peculiar situation he was in.

he took the clothes back and slung the sweatpants over his shoulder. he gripped the hoodie in his hands and positioned the boy's arms over his head so could slide the top over his figure.

once that was on, he lifted up the boy's right leg, keeping his eye strictly on his leg and nothing else, and shimmied the pants up to his waist.

"i'm not an infant, you could've told me what to do." the stranger huffed, shuffling awkwardly at the feeling of the clothes on him.

the butterflies and a few frogs were now surrounding them. they leaped at their feet and fluttered about the top of the strange boy's mint hair.

"are you a kidnapped person?" jimin asked in worry. "how do you have your hair dyed but you don't even know what clothes are?" this time, he was comfortable with grabbing the male's shoulders in worry.

"what is hair dye?" he asked, his eyes slightly more wide in curiosity, bringing his face closer to jimin's to where their noses brushed against each other's.

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