"Look Yoongi, I know this is a lot for me to ask especially since we haven't know each other for awhile but, I really can't go back. I'm scared. I was wondering if I could stay with you? Until I find a place of my own."
-A fanfic where Jimin has so...
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Jimin has just stared at the random blue haired stranger with pure confusion.
What.
The.
Hell?
"I don't even know your name."
"Yoongi, Min Yoongi."
"Hmm...okay" Jimin responded as he faced his attention to his laundry again trying to ignore the guy he now knew as Yoongi.
"Aren't you going to tell me yours?" Yoongi asked. "Sorry, I don't release that kind of information to blue raspberry airheads." Yoongi stared at the ground, chuckling a bit to himself while his tounge poked out of his cheek. He retrieved his attention to the younger who gave him a fake smile before heading back to his machine.
Finally, Jimin could finish his boyfriends clothes before so he wouldn't take his bitch fit out on him.
Jimin began to feel the pockets of his jeans searching for a couple of coins. His eyes slowly widens before he frantically searches his side pockets, back pockets and shirt pocket only to realize, he used the last of it.
"Need a little help marshmallow?" Jimin turns around to see that Yoongi was actually right behind him this whole time, staring at him cluelessly hunting for change. Yoongi was willing to help, but at acost.
"No." Jimin implores by shaking his head. Yoongi doesn't know what he finds interesting about him but decideds not to question it. "Don't worry, I just want to help if you answer these three simple questions. Think of it as an exchange. You get to finish your clothes and I get to know you better."
He takes a deep breath before sighing. He knows that this is the only way if he has any chance to go home before his boyfriend comes back. "Fine, I'll do it but only three." Yoongi smirks and nods his head. "Question number one: Your name." Confusion returns to his face. Is that all he really wants from me? He decides not to question it and goes along with it. "Park Jimin."
Yoongi takes a mental note even though he's most likely going to be calling him marshmallow for the simple fact that he looks so soft and squishy. "Question two: Your number."
"My number?"
"Your number."
"What does my number have to do with anything?"
"Well you want to finish your clothes right?" Yoongi replies with a smirk. And to his expectation, Jimin reaches his pocket to grab his phone and hands it to Yoongi, Yoongi does the same thing and the two exchange numbers before handing it back to each other.
"Last question" Jimin states. Yoongi gives a little chuckle before taking some time to think about his last question. Finally, he puts out his index finger indicating that he knows what he's going to ask. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Jimin blushes a bit before nodding at the question. "Oh.." Yoongi responds. Yoongi then slowly approaches him before coming to contact with Jimin. His lips gently graze his ear. As he puts the change in his hand he whispers, "I guess I'll have to steal you from him."
A ding sound comes from Yoongi's laundry machine. He puts his clothes in his gym bag, winks at Jimin and swiftly leaves.
I'll get you marshmallow, just you wait and see...
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Soo like Yoongi is a blue raspberry airhead and Jimin is a marshmallow
