Periwinkle (• k.sj | k.nj •)

Pleasant or Nah?

 Since Jimin had left Jin all on his lonesome in their apartment, the young man couldn't have thought of anything better to do than, well, nothing at all. But, also not really nothing, because doing nothing wasn't that entertaining to him. But you know what was, watching Pretty Little Liars on the living room couch, refering to Hanna for fashion advice, because damn. Did that girl know how to do it without overdoing it. And Spencer- her style was a bit plain to Jin, but also refined, classy and the type of 'sexy sohpisticated'.

 Jimin -luckily for him- was able to make a smooth and easy escape, as Jin had started the first episode of the seventh season minutes before he left and had tuned into the show just enough to allow for Jimin to slip through the door. Little did Jimin know that Jin let him escape. He was half-ass tempted to continue to berade the boy with more questions, but they both knew that Jin was right and Jin was willing to wait for the day that Jimin would get on his knees while Jin uttered the words-

 "I told you so.. These little bitches don't listen, like? She obviously- whatever. Whatever." An annoyed sigh pushed past his lips after his exclamation. Hannah may have been his favorite character, but so far she'd been acting like a pretty big hoe; it may have been time to choose a different favorite character, because Jin refused to support a little -insert rude name here-.

He was probably a little more than half way through the episode when he heard a knock at the door and immediately the blondies head snapped toward the source of the noise and he furrowed his brows in slight confusion and frustration, most of which was due to the fact that his ladies could not figure out a damn thing even if it literally was in their faces. He mumbled to himself before reaching forward to grab the remote, paused the T.V, stood up with his fuzzy pink blanket wrapped around his shoulders, but do not be mistaken. Even on his lazy days you could sure as hell bet he was fully dressed in an outfit suitable to go out in, his hair combed and parted slightly to the left and even styled.

  With a deep sigh, Jin stood up from the couch, let his head fall back and dragged himself to the door with his eyes nearly at the back of his head. He let his head fall forward and then opened the door, only to be faced by none other than, "Fuck Boy Joonie.. God dammit-" He stopped mid sentence and sniffed the air before looking around behind and completely up and down Namjoon before turning his head to side-eye Namjoon. Something.. something was off, the smell was at least, and he couldn't tell if it was a good or bad smell. He wouldn't have been surprised if it was Namjoon's poor taste in cologne really and with that thought decided to leave it alone.

"Fuckin'.. I knew those two weren't just hanging out. Ugh." He was mostly speaking to himself at this point, but when he had brought his full attention to the fact that Namjoon was actually standing in front of his door, he opened the door a bit more and continued to eye him. "Can I, like, help you with something? This isn't a church so if you're looking for donations to cure your rotten chilli pepper, better luck somewhere else."

 After a moment longer, without getting a reply from the man on the other side of the door, Jin huffed and turned around, leaving the door wide open just in case Namjoon should decide to invite himself in, and secured the blanket around his shoulders before plopping back down onto the couch.

 "Also. You look like a douche with that shirt on, but I guess that suits you," He looked over at the door and made a 'wtf you doing' type of gesture with his head. "If you come in, don't talk to me for, like, ten minutes unless it has something to do with what I'm watching."