蓬鬆|fluffy°yoonmin

Fluff [13]

I'm running out of my 'I only know' jokes :(

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“I like this one.” Jimin exclaimed, pulling the sweater out from the rack it had been hanging on.

“Nah.” Hoseok replied. “Beige isn't your colour.”

“This one then?”

“You have horrible fashion sense.”

Jimin huffed. “I should've brought Kook, at least he agrees with me.”

Hoseok sighed and wearily got to his feet. “That's only because he doesn't listen and nods at whatever you say.”

“That's not true!”

“Oh yeah? Try asking him what's your name next time. He'll nod and say, oh yes, absolutely.” Hoseok lightly pushed Jimin aside and peered at the variety himself. “You do know these are all XL, right?”

“Yeah, I was looking for XXL, but they don't have those.” Jimin pouted.

Hoseok shot him a bemused glance. “Right. And why may I ask?”

Because he said they look good on me.

“Well?” Insisted Hoseok, bend over the rack now.

“Um.” Jimin shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Nothing, just a phase.”

“Okay. And how about this?” He held up a blue one, with a furry exterior and interior alike.

“Ooh!” Jimin snatched it away and ran to the counter. “I love it!”

“At least try it on first!” Hoseok called, laughing.

Ignoring him, Jimin continued, dodging in between moms picking clothes for their kids, and uttering hasty sorrys whenever he would stumble into one.

He pushed between two dudes, and reached the place, placing the sweater on the counter and breathing heavily.

The cashier looked slightly startled.

“Are you alright, sir?” She asked.

“Yes, I'm...fine...” Jimin bent over, clutching a stitch in his side (It had been a long ass run).

In his exhausted state, he, at first, failed to notice the presence of a certain ravenette standing in the aisle behind him at the ‘TOYS’ Section. But as he straightened up, his sixth sense acted up.

Slowly he twisted his neck, and nearly twisted it off when he saw what the latter was doing-

For Yoongi was pawing through a shelf full of stuffed animals.

What the actual fudge.

He barely noticed himself walking over, too caught up in his curiousness.

“Hi.”

Yoongi jumped a foot into the air, dropping the stuffed Mario figurine he had been holding.

Jimin caught it, and waited for the latter to calm down.

“I- Jimin, what the fuck-”

Jimin held up the figurine.

“Who's this for?” he asked.

Yoongi turned red around the ears.

“Ah, that. It's for my....daughter.” His eyes widened as he realized what he had uttered. “No! I meant, that's not what I-”

“You have a daughter!?” Jimin suddenly felt his heart cracking in two. “And yet you have the audacity to go around night clubs-”

Yoongi snatched the doll back. “I didn't mean daughter, okay? I wanted to say, um, niece. Get a grip of yourself.”

Niece. Okay. That's okay.

“Can I meet her?”Jimin cooed, recalling the time he had volunteered at the local nursery.

“You....you can't, because she's out of country with my sister, um..” Yoongi frowned. “My older sister, Yoonji. Yeah.”

“Oh.” Jimin pouted. “That's a shame.”

“I guess.” Grabbing the figurine under his arm, Yoongi shoved his hands in his pockets. “What were you doing?”

“Oh, sweater shopping!” Jimin held up the blue one. “Like, I ruined my last one, so I figured, why not?”

“Okay.”

Both of them stood in uncomfortable silence for a couple of nanoseconds, before Yoongi sucked in a deep breath.

“Well, I gotta go, so, bye, I guess?” He muttered, eyes downcast.

“Yeah, me too.” Jimin felt his cheeks heat up.

They both started in the same direction before realizing it.

“You wanna go this way?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Same.”

Awkwardly falling into each other's steps, they walked to the counter, where Yoongi gestured Jimin to go first.

“Thanks.” Jimin muttered and grinned sheepishly.

“Don't mention it.”

Clumsily, when he took out his wallet to pay, the realization hit him that Yoongi was standing behind him. His hands shook so much, he dropped the wallet.

“Whoopsie, my bad, sorry.” He bowed to the cashier in apology, before bending down to pick it up.

Just as he felt the leather tip, another set of fingers brushed against his. His head whipped up to find Yoongi had bent down too and was reaching for the object as well.

All sorts of thoughts clouded in his head as their eyes met, brown to black, soft to cold, his mouth parted slightly as he took in the sight of the latter in this close proximity.

Before he could admire the features much, Yoongi broke the eye contact.

“You didn't have to do that.” Jimin muttered, standing up along with him.

Yoongi didn't reply then, but when Jimin's back was turned, he heard the latter whisper something along the lines of, “But what if I wanted to,” low enough that only he could hear them.

Jimin didn't know whether to laugh or be embarrassed.

A/N: i wish i was yoongis daughter then i could call him daddy 😏

im sorry