Yoongi came to the repository that day.
His skin seemed frigid, his smile was more transparent and his eyelids were constantly being pulled down, the suddenly all too prominent gravity forcing him to maintain a painful squint, but, nevertheless, he came and that's what mattered to the pink-haired.
As soon as the ghostly boy entered the store, the other had to mentally restrain himself from pouncing into his arms.
Jimin felt a strong urge to plant at least a butterfly-kiss on the caramel-eyed's lips that day. He pushed it down and hid it away, fearing whatever could've stirred the thought, though. Yoongi was far too prodigious to become nothing more than a rebound.
He wasn't going to let the boy turn into that.
He knew that Min was worth so much more than that and so the dark-eyed promised himself that he was going to give him everything he deserved the second he could bring himself to do so.
Instead of acting on his strong desire, he tranquilly (or as tranquilly as he could muster) approached the enchanting teenager and sent him a chary smile.
"Where were you yesterday?" He asked, hoping not to come off too intrusive. The pink-haired boy concealed every ounce of concern beneath a feather-like, mercurial layer of nonchalance.
"Why? Miss me? Looks like I've got a stalker on my hands." The other teased, his seemingly reserved demeanor dwindling away momentarily to truly reveal the boy Jimin craved oh-so-dearly.
Park scoffed, a raspberry blush sneaking onto the apples of his bony cheeks despite his efforts in keeping it latent. "I think you're giving yourself a little too much credit here. Besides, I'm not a stalker. If anything, I'm the stalkee"
The response provoked a genuine smile, now taking the place of the taut grimace that had inhabited the coffee-eyed's face moments prior. "Is that even an actual word? Honestly, I think I'm giving myself the exact amount of credit I deserve"
Jimin grumbled, knowing deep-down that the mint-haired was right. He would've never in a million years admit it to him, though.
That's just something his pride would never authorize
The spruce-eyed bore his orbs into the stack of records Yoongi was cradling in his arms, the green-haired skimming through the albums perfunctorily.
The flicker of light that usually found its home within the invulnerable confines of the taller boy's pupils seemed missing, as if his irises were suddenly devoid of any emotion.
Jimin scowled, waving his hand in front of the other's face half-playfully. "Are you even alive today?" He joked, a glint of panic quickly making its way to Yoongi's eyes, leaving as soon as he realized that it was a jape.
"Well, I've been dead inside for a long time so I guess that answers your question." Min attempted to play his trepidation off, but the fleeting feeling didn't go unnoticed by the other.
The pink-haired boy decided to worry about it later, deciding that luxuriating in the time he was spending with Yoongi was a priority.
"You just... it's like you're different than usual." Jimin replied, slightly dejected due to how dismissive the boy's voice was coming off.
He had hoped that, because he'd entrusted the other boy with details concerning his break up, the coffee-eyed would at least requite that certitude.
"Jimin, I'm fine. Trust me, today is a good day." The other assured him. The brown-eyed boy figured he should drop it, albeit his inquisitiveness hadn't subsided. "Who runs this place anyway?" Yoongi slipped into a different subject as if it were a completely natural transition, leaving the previous topic in the dust.
"An acquaintance of mine." Park spoke as vaguely as he could, assuming that it would've been better to keep his boss's identity anonymous.
"That doesn't sound fishy at all, but whatever. Would he mind if I stole you for a bit?" The older articulated, settling his gentle gaze on the hazel-eyed. Jimin merely shook his head in response, sending the other a reassuring grin.
"I think he wouldn't mind at all." The pink-haired boy verbalized, his demureness shining through the statement. Sudden timidity crashed over him, a minuscule sense of insecurity enveloping his thoughts. He couldn't help wondering whether the caramel-eyed was proposing a date or not.
Jimin kept his inquiries to himself though, fearing that vocalizing them would decimate the atmosphere.
Min set the discs down, suddenly sending the other a dauntless smile. The caramel-eyed slipped his palm into the other's, leniently intertwining their fingers. Before the younger had time to react, he was already getting tugged out of the store.
Jimin's heart began to flutter.
No
Flutter wasn't the right word.
His heart was attempting to hammer through the bones making up his rib cage and his smile was so wide, he feared that it would tear his face in two.
The brown-eyed squeezed the other's palm, triggering a grin just as colossal.
Though he was enveloped in jubilance completely, he couldn't help noticing something.
Yoongi's hand. It felt...
It felt like it wasn't really there.
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Fanfiction"You're my heaven on earth, Park Jimin, and everything that you have given me is worth more than anything I could've gotten from so called 'paradise'." - Boy x boy Top! Yoongi Bottom! Jimin ⚠️ Trigger Warnings ⚠️ >Suicidal thoughts >Implicati...
