The Dark Red Umbrella • Yoonmin

Movie : 25

December 5 - Monday

8:04pm

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Jimin wasn't sure if it was the way his blanket was pulled up ever so slightly over part of his face to keep warm or the way his lovely, full brown eyes watched intently at the screen, that he felt compelled to observe every little detail about the wild white-haired man next to him.

Surprising right?

For the first time, Park Jimin had observed something just as beautiful as the weather and wondered how he could have possibly missed it.

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After Jimin had sprinted back into his apartment and gathered every soft and fluffy blanket he owned, there was a quiet knock at his door.

Jimin knew that unless the man had the exact same window and heater problem he did, and had grown accustomed to the of never being warm, he would definitely be cold.

So,

Jimin made a fort.

One of the dark blue blankets that he didn't even remember he had connected from his couch to a chair he brought over. He laid a bunch of pillows on the floor as cushions and put is comforter over the top of everything to keep all the heat in.

And he couldn't have been more proud.

The last time he attempted to make a fort was in 3rd grade when Jhope insisted they make one at 3 in the morning after he had downed two and a half bottles of Dr.peper and far too much candy. It didn't end up very well, both of them falling asleep before they made it a fourth of the way through, so Jimin felt like he had redeemed himself.

Jhope would have loved to see it.

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Just like he had told him to, the man showed up carrying a generous amount of blankets and a pillow in his arms.

Jimin was surprised at how much Yoongi's appearance had changed within the last 10 minutes they had seen each other. He had on black slim fitting joggers, which fit his legs perfectly in Jimin's opinion, and had his hair spiked up again with the exact same bandana he wore every time.

Jimin opened the door further and welcomed Yoongi inside.

"Welcome to my humble home, thought its a little messy," Jimin said stepping over some clothing, a shirt he wore the day before, as he led Yoongi to his movie-time fort.

Yoongi didn't say anything except observing the blonde's apartment. It was definitely a lot different than how he thought it would be. There was clothing everywhere and paperwork spread all over the place, some of it torn and crumpled up. There were a couple dishes in the sink and snacks spread over the counter like he had an infant child living with him. Yoongi always thought Jimin seemed like the neat and tidy type to him, making sure to keep everything as clean as possible. This was far different than Yoongi would imagine the blonde's apartment to be.

Jimin noticed Yoongi suddenly grin, a proud cocky smile work its way across his lips.

"Whats so funny?" Jimin asked confused. It was only ten minutes ago that the white-haired man looked like he wanted to slam the door on Jimin and never look in his direction again. Now he was suddenly smiling, his cheeks showing the slightest bit of pink.

"Nothing," Yoongi said looking away from whatever had caught his attention, and Jimin decided to give up and keep walking, knowing very well he would never get the information out of him.