"Look," Jimin's voice was soft in his ear. The younger's hands were covering Yoongi's eyes, and he was leading them around the house.
"Now we're beautiful."
He removed his hands, and they were standing in front of the full-size mirror in Yoongi's passage.
Yoongi couldn't help but smile. Jimin was standing behind him, beaming. Their matching hair was complementing their fair skin, but Yoongi missed their pink and mint looks. He smiled softly, happy anyway.
"We're always beautiful, Jiminie. Especially you," Yoongi cooed, and turned around. Jimin was blushing crazily, looking down.
"Hey," Yoongi said, lifting his chin. He felt extra soft today.
"You're always beautiful."
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"Whatcha doin'?" Yoongi asked, as he walked into the kitchen where Jimin sat at the table, concentrating. Jimin smiled upon his approached.
"I'm trying to solve this word-puzzle," he mumbled back, glancing up at Yoongi shortly, pointing at the book filled with word-puzzles with his pencil. He didn't seem to notice that he bit at it slightly when he went back to concentrating.
"That's cute," Yoongi chuckled and sat down. Dang, Jimin really made him soft.
"Can you help me, hyung?" Jimin reached over the table, showing Yoongi where he was stuck.
"Four letters that mean the same as idiot," he informed.
"Pabo," Yoongi said, joking. He smiled when Jimin looked at him with an annoyed look, but he noticed how the younger held back a chuckle.
"It has to end on a t, Yoongi."
Yoongi took a deep breath, and actually searched his mind for a synonym for idiot, that ended on a t.
"Um, Jiminie?" He said, poking the younger's hand.
"Would twat work?"
Jimin furrowed his brows, and tried writing it in. It seemed to work, because his face lit up in a content smile.
"Yeah, it worked!" He exclaimed happily.
"Thanks, Yoongi-ah."
He returned to the rest of the puzzle. Yoongi got up to get a glass of water.
"What's that puzzle even about, anyway?" he asked, mostly to make conversation, but also because he wondered.
In what kind of word-puzzle would twat possibly be the right answer?
"How to keep your crush thinking you're not into them," Jimin read aloud, but it sounded relatively fake.
"Wh-what?" Yoongi chuckled, not believing his own ears. He put the glass down in the sink.
"You heard me, twat," Jimin said, waving him out of the room.
Had Jimin just confessed to Yoongi? No. No way.
Jimin didn't like Yoongi like that; they were strictly friends. Very good friends, that is. Very.
As Yoongi left the room, he turned around to face Jimin. The kid looked concentrated there he sat, mumbling words to himself as he filled out the puzzle.
"Hey, Jiminie!" he said, knocking on the wall to get his donsaeng's attention. Jimin looked up at him for a short second, a blush flushing his cheeks, his now black hair almost reaching his eyes.
"Let's get take-out for dinner tonight, pabo."
He left the room.
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//A/N
Filler?? From me?? pffffttt nooo sure not. ((You have now witnessed me trying to lie. Hoped it worked pft)) ((I'm sorry))
Also this was kinda just a short ass chapter to fight writing block and just to,, post smth bc I kinda like where this fic is going pftpft
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MASTERPIECE/Yoonmin HIATUS
Fanfiction"Because I could stare at you forever and never once want to look away." THIS IS ON A HIATUS - TRIGGER WARNINGS: kinda some smut Violence!! angst & fluff Emotional/mental abuse and manipulation Suicide mentions (mostly of already dead character)
