蓬鬆|fluffy°yoonmin

Fluff [9]

go do something useful with your life like stan day6 smh

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Jimin stumbled in shock, but caught himself just in time.

His eyes widened to the size of saucers as he beheld the sight of the anonymous identity in front of him, hands in his pockets and lips half hanging open.

It was only then did Jimin realized he recognized those dark, half lidded eyes from under the forest green hoodie.

Strange, garbled noises emanated from Jimin's throat as he tried to form a coherent sentence.

The latter, as if snapping out of a daze,  sharply turned and walked away.

“No, wait!” Jimin called out. He didn't know what made him yell out those six alphabets, but something apparently had.

It had no apparent effect however, and the other kept walking at a brisk pace, increasing the distance between them.

“Please! Wait!” Jimin ran after him, feet slipping and sliding on the translucent blanket of ice laying across the road. His breath came out in short gasps of perspiration at the effort being exerted, but in vain.

For the latter wasn't stopping.

“Oh...come....on....” Jimin struggled between pants of exhalation. “...just....stop...”

Perhaps it was fate that caused him to step on a piece of ice a tad bit slippier than the rest, losing his balance and cascading towards the ground.

Under normal circumstances, he would've been able to break the fall due to his flexibility as a contemporary dancer, but in his current exhausted state, his overlarge jacket prohibiting movement, he could only do one thing, and that was fall backwards, his arms flung out.

A sudden pain travelled up his lower spine as he landed on the icy hardness, whimpering slightly.

[y'all thought Yoongi would save him didn't you hueheueheue]

He tried to lift his limp body from the road, but failed. The weight of his clothes was too much. Panic settled in at the base of his stomach at the thoughts of laying here until a car ran him over, or getting frostbite, or quite possibly dying of hunger.

Tears suddenly prickled at the corners of his eyes, as he stared up at the weak sun, praying a silent goodbye to Hoseok, to Jungkook, to his parents-

“Why the hell are you crying?”

Jimin blinked and realised a dark silhouette had it's eyes trained on him. (At least, that's what Jimin presumed, seeing as silhouettes don't have eyes)

As his gaze adjusted, Jimin stared back at the emotionless eyes that were indeed looking down on him, a blush slowly appearing around his cheeks as the latter continued to scrutinize him.

“I.... I wasn't crying.” He ended his sentence with a small choking sob.

The latter's eyebrows lifted in disbelief as he cocked his head to one side.

(*singing in the distance* dashi run run runnnnn)

“Yeah yeah, and I'm straight.” He scoffed. “So do you plan on getting up anytime soon? ”

Jimin, already beet red, tried to lift his body, but he failed. Again.

“I.... I'm kinda....stuck.” He knew that if he had had full control over his body, he would have hid his face behind his palms to hide the embarrassed dusky cheeks.