蓬鬆|fluffy°yoonmin

Fluff [15]

Thank you to all of you for answering the questions ily :'))))

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“Oh. Whoops.”

Jimin tapped his foot impatiently against the gravel, waiting for an answer.

With a pang, he realized it wasn't gravel.

“Ah!” He jumped and scampered out of the alley as he realized he had been standing on an old, rotten, banana peel. Staring at it in disgust, he tried to keep the bile from rising up in his throat.

“Hey, what's wrong?” Yoongi frowned. “You look green.”

“I.....well, that thing is disgusting!” He couldn't really describe what happened during these weird moments, but he blamed it on his utter tendency to love everything adorable, as opposed to rotten banana peels. There was just something about garbage that made him psychologically emotional and nauseous (and that was the primary reason for it to be Jungkook's job to take out the trash every night).

He took a deep calming breath and let it out slowly.

“Hey, are you free for the rest of the day?” Jimin suddenly asked the latter, who raised an eyebrow.

“Well, I already skipped work, so, yeah, I guess?”

“Great!” Jimin jumped up and tugged on Yoongi's hand. “I have an idea what we can do, since I'm bored anyway.”

“Do elaborate.”

*****

“Seriously?” Yoongi groaned. “We could have gone anywhere, and we came here?”

“Oh come on! This is a great opportunity for us to get to know each other better.” Jimin pushed open the double glass doors.

Yoongi followed him in, halting in his tracks once he did, and took in his surroundings.

There were no cages. None at all.

“Wha-” He began, but was cut off as a large Rottweiler bounded towards him and leaped, landing all it's weight on Yoongi's chest. It proved to be too much, and he toppled over backwards, wincing as the large dog continued to lick his face throughout the ordeal.

“Get. It. Off. Me.” He said in between the licks. He wasn't sure if Jimin heard him since he was too busy cracking up with laughter, but he must've, because he whistled.

The dog ran over to the latter, leaving Yoongi to prop himself up on his elbows and watch as Jimin patted it's head, cooing slightly.

“Who's a good boy? Who's a good boyy~ yes you are. Yes you areeee.”

The dog woofed and padded off, tail wagging happily.

“That's Fang.” Jimin explained. “He's been here since he was born. No one adopts him, but that's okay with everyone, really, since he's not dangerous.”

“Good to know.” Yoongi winced as he wiped the slick off his cheek and stood up.

“So, come on. I asked Hoseok if I could bring you here. He said it was fine. He owns this place, Y'know?” Jimin led the latter among row of pens, all with tiny bundles of fur trundling around inside.

Who the hell is Hoseok?, Yoongi thought, but chose not to comment on it.

He pretended to listen as the younger launched into the whole history of the shop; how first it had been just a tiny, unknown shabby store, but now housed more than fifty different breeds of animals.

“That's the reason me and Jungkook don't really have to work.” Jimin grinned. “I still sometimes perform, but Jungkook just lazes around all day.”

Who the hell is this Jungkook now?, Yoongi thought in exasperation.

“Anyway.” Jimin spread his arms wide. “Welcome to the most amazing place you'll ever have the fortune to visit; the puppy pen!”

Yoongi peeked over his shoulder.

A dark green carpet was laid out, around which a low hanging plastic fence was set up, housing what seemed to be every kind of dog imaginable, though none of them were adults yet. Rainbow coloured cushions, rugs and dog toys scattered the floor, along with a long tray of food against one wall. The glass wall behind the compound gave in plenty of light, causing the room to shine golden. The air was filled with the Epiphany of squeaky woofs, and the melody of scampering feet as the tiny creatures chased after one another and tripped over their own feet.

It was adorable.

The sight was so comforting, so utter cute, that even someone like Yoongi, who was a literal expert at hiding his emotions, couldn't keep the smile from slowly sliding onto his face.

“Like it?” Jimin asked, hopefully.

“I...” Yoongi nodded, positively grinning now. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

Jimin smiled back. “And that's not the best part.”

Yoongi was about to ask him what, when Jimin bent down and slid the hatch to the door, causing it to swing open on it's hinges.

There was a nanosecond of deathly silence as the puppies realized what had just happened.

Then, as if by pre-coordination, a whole bunch of them tumbled out and onto the first target they could find; Yoongi.

The poor boy just had time to think oh shit, before all of them leaped up on him this time. It was like with Fang, but about ten times as heavier, with thirty times as many tongues lapping at his face.

“Ah, calm down, calm down,” he tried to coax them off, but failed, now lying on his back on the floor.

Jimin's face materialized above him, holding three of the critters.

“Looks like you need help.” He remarked.

“Oh shut up.” The situation was ironic, really.

Jimin laughed.

“Hold on, I'll get them off.”

A/N; thy wish is my command *bows*

(also, sorry for the late update, i have a pretty busy schedule these days)