divine ; yoonmin

act 2, scene 3

act 2, scene 3
the others

IT was as if min yoongi had transformed into a completely different person. no longer was he curious about what things were or how they worked, because he knew. he understood.

it seemed like all knowledge seeped into his brain while jimin was asleep.

yoongi was currently sprawled on jimin's living room floor with a tin can of Copic™ markers spilling out of it. he intricately sketched and filled in a drawing of the pond jimin found him in.

aspects of the scenery, however we slightly different. the water was more of a clear-blue, there was no fog, and the patches of sky beyond the canopy trees were a faded pink.

"you must really love that place." jimin noted.

yoongi grew mildly defensive, but kept his body relaxed and nonchalant, his voice unbothered. "and you must really love stating the obvious."

jimin was unnerved by the sudden stark yoongi acquired overnight.

"also," the older continued, "you left videos of you dancing on your laptop."

jimin's face heated up in embarrassment. he wasn't feeling shy because he was insecure if his dancing, he was shy because he was curious as to what videos yoongi actually watched.

yoongi didn't need to look up to know that jimin was as red as a baboon's ass.

but yoongi didn't want the younger to feel self-conscious. he was actually mesmerized at how well he could control his body. "you're beauty, you're grace, i want you to punch me in the face."

he hadn't mastered compliments just yet.

"what?" jimin giggled, a few cute squeaks coming along with it.

"i learned that from the fan-girls." yoongi looked up from his drawing finally. "apparently, when they're experiencing overwhelming emotions towards the person they're a fan of, they'd allow physical harm to be done to them."

jimin sat in front of yoongi and crossed his legs. he ruffled his hands through his dark hair before sitting his elbows on the side of his knees.

the two watched each other for a while.

jimin was coming to terms with the strange being that yoongi was, and yoongi was content with being able to stare at a pretty face.

"i still have a lot of questions." jimin's voice cut through the brief silence. "i wasn't abducted as a child and raised in the pond. i was born there. with my parents. and my friends." the older dropped his markers and leaned back on his palms.

he knew jimin wasn't going to drop the subject of who yoongi was or where he came from. though the older couldn't completely trust jimin so soon, he figured he'd vague answers were better than no answers.

"who are your friends?" another question.

"the animals and the others." another vague answer.

"who are the others?" jimin pressed on, unintentionally moving closer forward. his toe brushing against the fluffy, yellow material that was yoongi's sock.

"you'll find out in due time, min jiminie. just be patient my pretty companion." the older cooed, stroking jimin's lush hair with his long fingers.

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i didnt proofread this and it also took me like 2 days to write despite this being boring af?? i just have zero motivation atm oOps ((: but yeah okay.

thanks for taking the time to read my mess (: i'm not that confident about this chapter but comments always inspire me to write so !! (:

ignore my weird petty smiles (: