蓬鬆|fluffy°yoonmin

Fluff [8]

im writing this in the parking lot of an airport

inspiration hits in strange places indeed

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Jimin sighed, bored out of his mind.

“What's up?” Hoseok asked, thumbs twiddling over a game controller yet again.

“Nothing, just......” lonely. “I feel useless.”

Hoseok chuckled. “You're a really bad liar, you know that, right?”

Before Jimin could hopelessly deny, Hoseok continued.

“Just say you feel lonely, we won't bite.”

“I told you, you should've signed up on that dating website.” Called Jungkook from the corner, nose buried in the screen of his phone. “Then by now, you would've had a girlfriend and wouldn't be whining.”

He dodged the pillow thrown his way and smiled begrudgingly.

“What!?” He exclaimed. “It's true! Hoseok, tell him!”

Jimin pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger and muttered, “Hobi, I swear to God if you say one effing sentence-”

Hoseok laughed. “Even though Kook is right-” Jungkook hmmphed in jubilation, “-it's entirely up to you, so don't worry about it.”

“Mm.” Jimin pulled the blanket around him closer.

A sudden cry of blithe emanated from the corner, in specific, the one where the youngest of the three was situated.

“What is it?” Jimin asked, craning his neck to peek back at the Maknae.

“Taehyung wants to meet up, says he'd like to talk about something important. I think he....” Jungkook's eyes sparkled. “...I think he's ready to take this to the next level.”

“That, or he wants to break up.” Hoseok muttered, and instantly regretted it when he received a flying kick.

“OW! I was kidding okay!? Yikes!” He said as Jungkook continued to glare at him murderously.

Jimin shot Hoseok a glare too, and turned to Jungkook.

“Go get your man sweetheart.” He said, in a pompous octave.

“That I shall, kind old woman.” Jungkook bowed and practically ran out the room, stumbling and banging his knee against the doorframe. Jimin could hear his muted profanities all the way up the stairs.

“Hoseok?” He said after a while.

“Mm?”

“Do you think there's someone out there for me too?”

“Well...” Jimin saw the latter's mouth tilt upwards. “I would say that yes, there is. Only...”

He paused to take a sip of cocoa.

“Only you're not looking hard enough.”

“.....”

“You say the strangest things sometimes, hyung.”

“I know.”

*****

I'm not looking hard enough.

Me? Not looking hard?

Hyung must be crazy.

Jimin kicked a stone out of the way with his sneaker, aiming it at the mailbox. It struck with an echoing resonance, which faded into the cold vacated neighborhood.

Digging his face snuggly into the over large muffler he was donning, Jimin continued to stroll along the sidewalk, no specific destination in mind.

Puffing his cheeks out in annoyance, he pouted, and thought, maybe I am lonely.

He had realized, seeing one of his best friends finally getting serious about a relationship (when previously, Jungkook had been a ‘one night stand’ kind of guy), that he would like that too. To meet someone, and to love them and them to actually love you in return. To him, just the thought of that happening felt so nice, that even in the bone chillingly atmosphere he was currently present in, Jimin felt the tips of his fingers grow warm and tingly.

...You're just not looking hard enough...

Shaking his head slightly to clear it, Jimin tried to hide the tiny smile tugging at his lips, but failed miserably as he envisioned himself and a fictional significant other up in cloud nine.

Lost in his aesthetic fantasies, Jimin unknowingly began waltzing by himself; slowly at first, but increasing in gusto as a random melody played in his mind and escaped the confines of his oral cavity as a soft hum.

He spun around, closing his eyes as his imaginary partner swayed with him in his mind's eye. Guiding the latter's body with him, Jimin twirled, feet leaving the concrete temporarily as he spun.

Coming to land gracefully, Jimin let his eyes fall open, cheeks flushed red and lips parted in a buoyant smile as short pants of breath emanated in white puffs of vapour.

It was only then he realized the neighborhood hadn't exactly been as vacated as he originally thought.

A/N: G.C.F in Tokyo is a literal blessing and you cant argue with me