Heaven on Earth (P.JM x M.YG) | ✔

December 24th [2017] / / Vanilla

Christmas Eve.

It was officially Christmas Eve, a holiday that had lost the majority of its meaning over time, now almost completely worthless to the younger boy.

Jimin's thoughts selectively dwelled on flashes of the year that had passed, the breezy memories constantly replaying in his head. Though the statement itself was an overused cliché, he couldn't help but wonder where the time had went. Twelve months had flown by at a steady pace of a million miles per hour, the days slipping through his slender fingers like snowy flour through the crossed, metallurgic wires of a strainer.

He looked down at the worn hundred dollar bill accompanied by a few verdigris-covered pennies in his palm, the foul smell of money drowning out the lavender lotion he'd applied to his palms moments before getting his Christmas gift.

Honestly, he would've taken dinner with his family – excluding the stench of alcohol loitering around the three – over the cash he'd been receiving yearly ever since he had turned seven any day. Maybe he'd have valued the holiday more if his parents hadn't treated it like every other bleak evening; his mom depressively lying on the couch whilst his father hopped from bar to bar without gracing his family with his presence.

The pink-haired shoved the money into his left pocket apathetically, despondently sighing as he examined the countless vanilla snowflakes covering his windowsill. In a matter of seconds, he swiped a black coat off of a rack standing in the corner of his sparsely decorated bedroom, slipping it on and buttoning it up. With his hands cozily tucked into his pockets, he managed to leave his parents' petite home unnoticed by his half-conscious mother, her clothes doused with the smell of dollar-store vodka mixed with a hint of cheap perfume. He examined her lying body from afar as he walked past her unmoving form, her violet lipstick smeared around her lips, the tint mixing with her many layers of two-shades-too-dark foundation.

The boy shut the door quietly, inwardly praying not to wake her up. As soon as the slab shut with a quiet creak, he broke into a sprint. The roads were relatively empty because most people were busy enjoying the holiday with their loving families at home, so Jimin hadn't caused too much of a commotion by running down them, throwing the 'look both ways before you cross the street' rule his first grade teacher had shoved down his throat to the wind.

The gingerbread-scented air blew through his soft, pink hair as its strands moved freely in the pleasant breeze. A smile unconsciously slipped onto his face as he salvaged the wonderful feeling of the icy December zephyr against his milky skin, the tip of his nose as well as his cheeks gaining a light rose tint. Slowing down, he twiddled his injured thumbs, the cuts that once covered them fading into light scars on his porcelain flesh – he was positive that they'd disappear entirely in due time.

He inhaled deeply, feeling the coolness of the frosty draft in his lungs. The boy glanced around the winter wonderland he found himself walking through, lights in a variety of colors strung out over every house on the avenue whilst enchantingly decorated Christmas trees curiously peeked out through windows, eager to catch a glimpse of the outside world.

Jimin strolled down the sidewalk, every step he took leaving a crunching footprint in the fresh layer of snow covering the cement. With a raised eyebrow, he contemplated what he could do with his newly "earned" hundred dollars and thirty-five cents, the coins he'd found in his pocket next to the crumpled, green piece of paper he'd received.

Considering that most establishments were closed due to the holiday, his options were very limited, but he was well aware that he'd come up with an idea eventually, putting it off instead of straining his mind by forcing himself to think about it. After all, that would've taken the fun out of it completely. The key to an enjoyable time, Jimin thought, is a dash of spontaneity.

The boy stuck his hand into his other pocket, unexpectedly feeling the rectangular shape of his mobile against his palm. He fished his cell phone out of his shadowy jacket, lacking any memory of putting it there in the first place. He slid his finger against the half-frozen screen of the device, unlocking it in the process. A familiar arrangement of apps greeted his bored gaze, the battery reading 3%.

With an unruly sigh the boy rolled his eyes and slipped the phone back into his tiny pocket, the device jutting out of it. He suddenly spotted an all too familiar parka-clad silhouette standing on the street corner, looking at him with amusement riddling his espresso eyes.

A giddy smirk momentarily slid onto the younger's face, the corners of his plump lips tilting up joyfully. He slowly ran up to the other boy, Yoongi stretching his arms out to indicated that he was expecting a hug from the strawberry-haired.

As soon as the pink-locked reached the older boy, he playfully declined only for the caramel-eyed to pull him into an embrace anyways, a joking pout replacing Park's grin for a few seconds before his charming smile returned twice as wide. "I'm starting to think you're stalking me." The shorter boy joked, shutting his peaceful eyelids and breathing in the serenity Min always seemed to be emanating. Their serendipitous meetings always ignited joyous feelings nothing could quite replicate accompanied by warmth as infectious as the flu during an epidemic.

Neither of them were complaining, though. They seemed to enjoy basking in nothing but the raw affection they held for the other. Jimin tenderly pressed his lips against the pale skin of the older's neck before pulling away gingerly. The taller couldn't help but throatily chuckle at the bashfulness of the other boy, untangling himself from Park's arms.

The task proved itself to be much more laborious than he'd assumed, as the younger had an iron grip and, apparently, wasn't planning on letting go any time soon. At this point the paler's previously light laugh had turned into a full-on hysteric outburst, Min's body shaking in beguilement at the clinginess the other boy was exhibiting.

When Yoongi finally managed to loosen the sepia-eyed's animalistic hold, he firmly put his hand into the other's and tugged impatiently. "I'm taking you to the arcade." He stated as if the arcade was the most important place on the face of the Earth.

Jimin stifled a lighthearted laugh, putting his palm over his lips. "Everything is closed today, dumbass." The younger verbalized, tilting his head. A wave of his hair fell over his eyes as he spoke, Min instinctively reaching up to move it out of the other's face. His fingertips brushed over the boy's cheeks, the butterfly-like touch ensuring that a cherry-red blush dusted the younger's exuberant features.

"Who says it needs to be open for us to have a good time?"

*

The two approached a building plastered with posters of many different games, the windows secured with metallic caging to keep unsolicited passers-by from entering.

Unsolicited passers-by such as, say, laughing boys that were smart enough to pick the lock on the backdoor rather than fatiguing themselves with handling the front. Fortunately for them, the building had been standing at that very spot on Daehangno for over fifty years, or so Yoongi claimed, and no one had thought of installing an alarm system. As they entered the large space, darkness enshrouded them completely.

Jimin coughed awkwardly before verbalizing the first inquiry that came to mind. "Nice planning, Dumbo. The power's out"

"Damn, Jiminie, chill. I've done this before." Was the only response he received from the calm-voiced taller boy who could be heard fumbling with a few wires behind the counter. In a matter of seconds, the place had gone from pitch black and silent to loud and colorful. One by one, machines activated and lights began flashing, filling the room with what seemed like a million different neon hues, each one more mesmerizing to look at than the last.

He admired every machine in detail, the games creating a semicircle around a hockey table. Though Jimin was fascinated, one thing was much more important than the outstanding, childish beauty of the area.

"I'll race you to the Pac-Man machine."

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this chapter exISTS BECAUSE YOONGI IS A B A D B O Y