The Dark Red Umbrella • Yoonmin

Hot Cocoa : 13

November 21 - Monday

8:42p.m.

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This was his opportunity.

Min Yoongi, the name according to the small note that had been sent to him along with the unwanted umbrella, was standing outside and was getting colder by the second.

Jimin observed the other from his window. Though he was bundled up in a large coat, a pink pom pom hat on his head, and mittens, he was still shivering. He could practically see Yoongi's breath from up here.

Jimin walked away from the window, a breeze slipping through the broken glass, too cold for his liking. He thought watching Yoongi from the inside of his apartment was just a little creepy.

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Jimin had only gotten home from work an hour ago.

He moaned and groaned every minute he had to spend at the desk that had nothing accept papers on it. Jimin refused to put pictures of any sort on it, even if he had any. It was far from home like to him, and hed rather not try and pretend he actually liked the desk space he worked at every day.

Though some days, he would let his mind drift off to another place. The thought of becoming a singer would sneak its way into his mind. The bright lights of the stage that would blind him and the loud cheers, canceling out any type of hearing he had left. It was a feeling he longed to have, almost as much as wanting to get out of his office and outside.

He debated whether or not he would lay down on the soft patch of snow, and stare up at the dark starry night sky, ignoring just how cold it would feel around his slim body, letting every empty thought and dream run through his mind. At least he would be able to imagine those feelings of adrenaline running through his veins for a little bit before he would have to return to the same office again the next morning, greeted with disappointment yet again.

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Jimin peeked out his window once again to see the same familiar white hair, laying peacefully around a pink hat. It was 7°F ( -14°C) from what Jimins alarm clock across the room told him, and he knew it was only going to get colder.

He looked out the window, a faint reflection staring back at him. His hair was still nicely placed on top of his head from when he had done it this morning. A few strands fell out of place here or there from gripping it in frustration because people at his job were incapable of doing there work correctly, which left Jimin to doing it himself.

He let out a sigh as he looked back down at the cold man, his warm heart getting the better of him.

Though Jimin didn't feel much or care for himself very well, when it came to other people, he had a heart bigger than anyone. He got it from his dear friend Hoseok, noticing that the man always cared too much, even for people who would barely give him the time of day.

He walked over to his cabinet pulling out one of his snowflake mugs. He had bought them at an antique store last year, the three cups sitting peacefully on a shelf catching his eye. He knew he had to have them. They were beyond overpriced, but he knew having the beautiful blue and white sparkling mugs would be worth it.

Not once did he use them.

They made their way around his whole apartment, the counter, his table, everywhere just for show, but he never got the chance to use the precious mugs he spent an unreasonable amount of money on and ended up sitting them in the very far back of his cabinet.

Until now.

He dug in his cabinet until he found the box full of hot cocoa packets. He filled the mug full of water, too cold for it to be made into cocoa. He put it in the microwave for a minute in a half, not wanting to boil the ice water on the stove, worried he wouldn't have enough time.

He looked out the window once more. He could see the man blowing on his hands through his gloves, hoping that it would keep him warmer than he was. Jimin was confused as to why Yoongi was out there in the first place. Why wasn't he inside instead of standing out in the cold, dark, weather that Jimin had grown accustomed to feeling.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud beeping, signaling that the water was done. He rushed over, quickly taking the cup out with his bare hands, hoping he wouldn't burn himself. He opened up one of the packets of cocoa and dumped it into the water, some spilling onto his cheep island counter. He took a spoon out of his drawer and mixed it together, a little too quickly, and spilled the hot water on his hands. He looked down at the cup pondering if that would be enough chocolate.

"Ah, why not?" Jimin said with a sigh as he ripped open another packet of cocoa. His hands didn't seem to want to cooperate with him, struggling to complete the simple task. He let out a childlike whine as he spilled almost all of it onto his hands, trying to get it back into the cup.

~

8:49pm.

Over five minutes had passed and Jimin was sure Yoongi would be gone by now. He tiptoed over to the window only to see he was in the same spot as before. Jimin grabbed his new coat and took the warm cup into his hands. He was about to walk out the door when he remembered something.

Marshmallows.

He ran over to his cabinet and plopped three of the large fluffy treats into the cup, and one into his mouth which almost melted immediately from the warmth of his rosy red cheeks.

Jimin would never admit how fast he ran out of his apartment and down those steps, accidentally spilling some of the cocoa from the cup he was holding.

He wasn't even sure why he was doing this in the first place?

There was just this urging part of him that told him to that was impossible to ignore.

He seemed to be feeling it a lot lately. It seemed as though ever since the white-haired man by the name of Min Yoongi came into his life, he was always doing things he wasn't quite sure why or what part of his antisocial personality told him to do.

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By the time Jimin had reached the white hair surrounded by the pink puffy hat, he suddenly regretted this. A feeling he couldn't quite grasp erupted from the pit of his stomach and made his ears and cheeks heat up, the sudden warmth abnormally comforting. It was almost like he hadn't quite thought everything through when he was back in his warm comforting apartment. Now that he was out in the cold standing feet away from him, everything felt so... Real.

Jimin put the fragile cup behind his back as he slowly walked over to him.

He didn't have any idea of what or how he was going to approach this. Though he'd be lying if he said he didn't think about shoving the hot cup into the man and running to avoid any form of embarrassment didn't pop into his head once or twice. But he managed to rule it out every time, as he didn't want to be seen as a someone who couldn't even simply talk to their neighbor.

SNAP

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