divine ; yoonmin

act 10, scene 2

act 10, scene 2
"it's for science"

YOONGI has grown extremely comfortable around jimin within the past two weeks. he did magic water tricks, had his tail out more often, and—to jimin's soon heart attack—invaded his personal space.

at first, jimin thought they were just accidents and coincidence, but soon found that yoongi's expression would display smug triumph every time he managed to render jimin into a state of flustered speechlessness.

"it's for science jimin," yoongi rolled his eyes, pushing the younger backwards onto the couch. "if this ends up killing me, yoongi, i swear—"

"what?" the blue-haired ball of psycho challenged, "what will you do min jimin?" his face a mere inches away from the blushing boy, tongue peeking out to swipe at the corner of his mouth.

jimin couldn't breathe.

"i'll call the navy." jimin was an idiot. he always said idiot things and did idiot actions whenever yoongi would do that tongue thing. whenever yoongi's already piercing eyes would simper into something more sultry and alluring. whenever yoongi, who smelled of fresh linen and citrus, was too close.

"not the navy!"

and sure, while jimin meant to say police rather than navy, it still got yoongi to stagger away from him and clutch at his chest. the dragon found the threat preposterous, demanding jimin to apologize for offending him so. "i just want to conduct my scientific experiment, how dare you hinder ingenuity?" he has also grown increasingly dramatic.

"because the last time you did something in the name of science, you almost drowned my apartment," jimin said to yoongi who gasped, as if he were being insulted, "with me in it!"

"but jimin," and once again, there faces were inches apart, "did you die though?"

an hour later, and that's how the two ended up with jimin soaking head to toe and the couch drenched beyond repair.

"i would have been able to hold it longer if you hadn't talked so much!" yoongi called from outside the bathroom door, where jimin was currently drying off and changing into a new set of clothes. the older filled the tub up with water, transporting the fluid in a state of levitation over jimin's head.

the purpose was to encase jimin in the water without the boy getting wet; a water shield, perhaps. but with jimin voicing his concerns and doubts every couple of seconds, yoongi lost his concentration. now, their couch looked as if it's been dunked in a river and left there for a few days.

jimin reemerged from the bathroom then, nearly knocking foreheads with yoongi. "i didn't do it on purpose." the apologetic boy stared with guilty eyes, taking in jimin's damp, towel dried hair. it was midnight black and swimming in lustrous light from the bathroom's fluorescent bulbs.

things continued easily for them throughout the weeks. they went on leisurely strolls through the park garden and the forest, yoongi always looking at their surroundings with the utmost interest. he always listened attentively to whatever jimin said, spewing out facts about the worls around him. he spoke in numbers and in history; yoongi was never bored when in his company.

and it was always just the two of them most of the time. neither of them minded nor found their presence to be exhausting the way jimin often did when being around people for too long. though he had asked yoongi if he'd like to meet some of his other human friends, the older yawned and shook his head.

jimin was a sociable person and his aura drew people in, so out of concern, a lot of his friends checked up on him after not hearing from him. in all honesty, after meeting yoongi, he completely forgot about everyone else.

he liked the older boy, but that, too, was troubling.

"jiminie mininie!" yoongi had also taken a keen liking to nicknaming jimin all kinds of things, this, being one of them.

"have you heard of this song? i want to learn how to play this on your piano."

"my piano?" jimin shook his head. "it might as well be yours. you play it more, and admittedly better, than i do. it's now min yoongi's piano."

his eye shined, regarding jimin coyly almost. when their stare became a little bit too much, yoongi dropped his gaze to the small music player in his grasp. "stop saying stupid things and just listen to the damn song, dork." he shoved the left earbud into jimin's hands, trying his hardest to ignore the teasing laughter he got in response.

television/so far so good by rex orange county rang out somewhat statically from the single earbud, but it was kind of nice, in jimin's opinion. it was like listening to music coming from down the hall or an apartment over through his bedroom wall, or like hearing the muffled tunes of a melody underwater. it was oddly comforting, just like the hopeful look in yoongi's eye.

"hey, min jimin," yoongi tore the earbud from the other's ear and slotted the wire between his fingers, "can i try something?"

their eyes met again, but something primitive and hungry swam in yoongi's dark irises that shallowed and halted jimin's breathing.

"it's for science."

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you guys are either going to be super mad at the ending, or semi-mad. asdjdjds i can't wait. it's already written and everything! and i'm not going to tell you when we're on the second to last chapter, everything will just attack you.

i hope you guys liked this chapter! i haven't been super proud with the last couple that I've written, really, I feel like it all seems rushed and poorly executed. i'm happy with what i've written here though.