divine ; yoonmin

act 7, scene 3

act 7, scene 3
he's a magician

jimin had spent only an hour shopping for clothes. he partly scolded himself the entire time for not taking the measurements of the myths sitting alone in his house. he tried his best to be as quick as possible, not wanting to leave the group alone for too long.

when he arrived at his apartment door, struggling with the amount of bags in his arms, he paused in suspicion. when he left, the boy's were all loud and he could hear them talking animatedly about what to search up next. now, the hall was eerily silent.

he set the bags on the carpeted ground and fished his keys from out his pants pocket. when he slipped it into the lock and opened the door, all of the air in his lungs was exhaled from his nose. in short, he fumed.

he pushed the door open further, slamming it against its hinges as it widened. he stepped into his house disregarding the bags he left in the hall and his door open for the world to see.

"min fucking yoongi!" jimin shouted, bounding further into his home like an angry giant.

his furniture was on the roof.

he held his arms over his head in case anything fell, and began to kick in doors in search for yoongi and his friends.

jimin looked up at the ceiling again, seeing his bouquet of flowers still in its glass vase. "how the hell did they do that?" he whispered to himself, but his anger slowly seeped back in when he failed to find boys.

they weren't in the bathroom nor jimin's bedroom. "min yoongi," jimin screamed again, "if you don't come out right now i swear–"

an elderly woman passed by the hall, stopping in her tracks as she heard jimin's empty threat from outside his door. she looked over in annoyance, not understanding why he was being so loud nor why his door had to be completely open.

when she saw the state of his apartment, she fainted.

"oh shit," this voice didn't belong to jimin. it sounded like namjoon's. jimin didn't know what to focus on, he whirled around in attempt to find the older but also ran towards the lady who was crumpling his shopping bags.

"ms, are you alright?" concerned, jimin dropped to his knees as he pulled the items she fell on away from her. he leaned closer towards her face and gently shook her.

from behind him, a splash of water came and doused the lady's face in a mist. jimin would've turned to see where it came from, but her slight cough stopped him. she blinked a couple of times before her eyes opened fully, staring at the high ceiling above her in shock.

suddenly, jimin tumbled from out his doorway and was just about sprawled over the elderly woman. the door behind him had slammed shut and he heard objects from inside clatter to the ground.

"you're handsome, but i think i dislocated my hip." the lady from underneath him groaned, shutting her eyes at their uncomfortable proximity.

"shit, my guy," jimin mentally chastised himself at what he'd just said. "my apologies, ms." he cleared up as he scrambled off of her, sitting beside her, helping her sit up as carefully as he could.

"do you need to see a doctor?" jimin asked once she was finally sitting upright. he put a hand cautiously to her head, feeling like that was something to do at the moment.

"i'm fine, thank you. i was joking about the dislocated hip." she laughed off the situation, smoothing down her rumbled top and her out of place graying hair.

"oh, that's good."

"but your furniture—" she trailed off. jimin followed her kind of sight, seeing she was staring at the now closed door.

he replied quickly. "i'm a magician."

"really? maybe you can preform at my granddaughters birthday."

"well, about that," jimin was cut short as the elderly woman stood up. "her birthday is this weekend, in fact. i've been wondering what i should get her, but a magician would surely make her happy."

jimin's door swung open, revealing min yoongi. he leaned against the doorway, half of his body showed as the door was only open ajar, shielding the inside of the apartment.

"sorry, ms." he sighed with an exaggerated pout of his lips, "min jiminie is busy this weekend." he clicked his tongue to the back of his teeth in disappointment.

jimin could've pounced from where he was and tackled to older boy to the ground, but he didn't want the woman to faint again. he settled for imagining his hands wrapped around the mint haired boy's throat instead.

"that's right ma'am," jimin agreed with a tight jaw. his murderous glare never left yoongi's amused one, "i'll be busy."

busy strangling this water demon.

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yoongi isn't a demon