divine ; yoonmin

act 7, scene 1

act 7, scene 1
sandwiches, heartthrobs
and the internet

JIMIN paced around his apartment, doing little, random things to distract himself. he ate a few pieces of dried pineapple and reorganized his small book collection sitting beside the piano in the corner.

he reluctantly let yoongi venture out of his apartment earlier when it was still morning, and the dragon-boy hadn't come back yet. he left for his pond after jimin cooked the both of them a small breakfast. yoongi told jimin he was capable of going alone, having a set, mental mapping of the way there and back.

he had a subtle excitement radiating off of him as he pulled clothing items from jimin's drawers and closet, calculating which would correctly fit his friends.

jimin was mostly nervous because he'd be seeing yoongi's friends again. the last time he was in their company, things hadn't gone too smoothly. and after hearing yoongi vaguely touch on their state of slight vexation, he wasn't too thrilled about facing the group again.

after all, yoongi did like to continuously hint at the fact that they could eat him, and there was only one type of eating jimin was open to subject himself to.

the boy tussled the back his dark hair as he tried to find a way to get his mind off of it's current thought. he stood facing the doorway in a blank, absent state before his ears perked up with a smart idea.

of course, he had to hide any object that could harm him.

jimin gathered almost half of the utensils in his kitchen, save for the spoons and measuring cups. he plopped the items onto his nearly made bed before scurrying about the rest of his home for any other potential weapons.

when everything was compiled semi-neatly in jimin's room, he locked the door and shoved the key down a thin vase holding his bouquet of daffodils and sunflowers.

he still felt somewhat anxious and knew his fretting would amount ultimately to nothing, so he decided to pull out a few books he recently organized and sat on his couch. he placed them on the coffee table, eyes darting over the covers in contemplation of which one he was more intrigued to read.

there was a close call between HTGAWM and @ me, two critically acclaimed reads.

before he was able to chose, the door was kicked open. jimin was startled and his eyes widened drastically as his heartbeat showed through his vintage, yellow, fleece sweatshirt.

yoongi and his gang of spirit dragons sauntered into the home, the door being shut by the shortest of the group—min yoongi, himself.

his friends looked somewhat awkward in jimin's clothing as they gawked at the scenery around them, not seeming to mind the fact that jimin's garments were short on them.

jimin was a man of comfortability; he had several tops in sizes too large, but when it came to bottoms, he had to show off what mother gaia gave him of course. so the group had shirts that fit decently well, but the bottoms were practically bursting at the seams. the thigh area seemed adequate, but the waist was a different story.

"hello," jimin stood, "welcome everyone, it's nice to see you again." jimin lied through his teeth and forced a smile. he felt like he could urinate on himself at any moment from the heavy looks weighed upon him.

sensing the looming discomfort surging through the room, yoongi cut in, happily walking up to jimin. "i must show them the internet, min jimin. hand me your laptop at once, will you?"

tilting his head at yoongi's speech that seemed to waver from modern to what-the-fuck-is-that-era, jimin obliged and left to his bathroom. the bathroom yoongi slept in.

his laptop was placed in the cabinet under the sink, jimin retrieved it carefully, not wanting to bang into any pipes. he turned the device on and searched through his media quickly. he scrolled passed the dancing videos he assumed yoongi watched and soon found what he hoped yoongi hadn't seen.

instead of erasing the few videos of pure embarrassment, he sent them to his email before deleting them off the computer.

when he walked back out of the room, he found everyone seated. jungkook and seokjin sat on the ground, running their fingers over the soft rug underneath the coffee table. hoseok was seated at the bar atop a barstool, spinning himself around on the swirling seat in amusement. taehyung and namjoon were the only two sitting on the couch, but tae was bouncing lightly, finding the springing action amusing.

having not seen yoongi immediately, jimin grew a bit worried, but his eyes soon landed on a figure curled on it's side, resting on the piano bench. jimin chuckled at the odd sight before him and walked over to the coffee table.

he set the laptop down, opening up a browser. "knock yourselves out, i'm going to make sandwiches. it's—" jimin tapped his phone and checked the time, "—the middle of the afternoon; we should have lunch."

"what is a lunch?" jungkook asked, his wide and sparkly eyes shining up at jimin.

"the internet will tell us that, right min jimin?" namjoon asked excitedly, glancing away from yoongi who was typing on the keys, directing his attention to the laptop owner.

seeing namjoon's expectant expression made jimin laugh softly, hiding his smile behind the sleeve of his top. the sweet sound made namjoon smile in return, thinking he said something correct because of jimin's reaction.

the older's dimples deepened, and jimin wondered if namjoon was at all like yoongi.

yoongi was intimidating in a way that was squishy and borderline, unintentionally adorable. namjoon seemed to be a bit different, he seemed somehow slightly more mature in this case—but his cluelessness was a factor contributing to his cuteness, like yoongi.

"a heartthrob." jimin said, answering his thoughts outloud. namjoon was a heartthrob and yoongi was... indescribable for the time being. not in a bad way, of course.

"what is heartthrob?" namjoon asked, the rest of the group also looking at jimin. a silence settled in before yoongi shouted, "the internet will tell us!"

the boys hooted and drummed their palms against the table as yoongi began to furiously type again, his tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth.

"oh right," jimin shook his head as he spoke to himself, "get them full on sandwiches so they don't end up wanting to get full on me."

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it's almost 02:30, but i wrote this bc i love u guys n i love that the final chapter will have you !!!