蓬鬆|fluffy°yoonmin

Fluff [6]

Jimin scratched his head, mentally scratching the items off the grocery list.

“Milk, check. Butter, check. Eggs, check. Jam.....” He looked around at the shelves. “Where's the jam?”

Going over to a random salesperson, he asked, “Excuse me, where is the jam?”

The salesperson, whose ID tag identified him as ‘Namjoon’, apologetically shrugged.

“I'm sorry, we got no jams. We're out.”

“Oh.” Disappointment filling him, Jimin shuffled away. His head bent down, he didn't bother paying attention to his destination and kept on shuffling, putting one foot in front of the other, contemplating on how to spend a whole month without his precious jam.

That is, until-

“Ow!”

Jimin knocked against something and fell back, his bum hitting the cold tikes of the supermarket. In a daze, he lifted his gaze and his eyes fell upon a dark hooded shape, not clearly noticeable against the blinding white light glimmering at the ceiling just behind him.

“Watch where you're going, kid.” The shape slightly shifted to reveal emotionless, dark eyes, and pale skin, accompanied by raven messy hair and a bomber jacket.

Jimin gasped slightly.

It was him.

It was the stranger.

He shakily got up, grabbing the goods basket in one trembling hand, and stepping back a couple of steps.

“S-sorry.” He stammered in a tiny voice.

The other scoffed, and made to walk past him in annoyance. Jimin was confused. Didn't the latter recognize him? Didn't he realize that Jimin was the one he had petted and cooed ‘aw’ at? That Jimin was the one he had saved from being raped just a week ago?

A momentarily gusty sensation seizing him, Jimin twirled around and grabbed the latter's sleeve, who stopped in his tracks and slowly turned his head back to glare at him, irises full to the brim with anger.

“W-wait.” Jimin squeaked, causing more irritation to pool in his eyes.

Snatching his arm back, he hissed, “What?”

Jimin gulped and stammered, “W-wy s-sfe m-m....?”

Momentary confusion replacing the anger, the ravenette raised an eyebrow and asked again, “What?”

Jimin started playing with the hem of his sweater, head bowed low to ensure minimum eye contact.

“I-I mean...” A dusky rose coloured his cheeks. “Why....save me? Why did you?”

A squeak escaped his throat as the other slowly advanced towards him, coming to stand so close, with their eyes barely an inch away from each other.

“Are you questioning my actions?” He asked in a dangerously quiet octave.

Jimin paled and quickly shook his head in an indication of denial.

The latter continued to glare at him, until finally receding and sighed, running a hand through his hair, making them even messier.

“Look.” He turned back towards Jimin, who shrank back. “I honestly have no idea what you're talking about, and I truly do not remember saving you or whatever, so whatever I did was a result of my drunk self. Ask him, if you ever have the misfortune to meet him.”

Saluting him lazily, the latter turned on his heel and continued on his way, towards the next aisle.

Jimin watched him go, back pressed against the shelf and heart still thudding loudly. He let out a sigh of relief and detached himself, before anyone could see him in that panic induced state.