蓬鬆|fluffy°yoonmin

Fluff [21]

Jimin fluttered his eyes close, exhaling slowly against the oncoming rush of the gentle, yet complacent, breeze dousing his face.

Leaning back on his hands, he lazily glanced at the latter sitting next to him, clutching the stuffed animal close to his chest.

The sight brought a smile onto Jimin's lips.

And here I thought he was a Mafia leader almost an hour back, he thought bemusedly to himself.

For getting to know about Yoongi's...addiction, had shone the boy into a whole new light; a light, Jimin never thought to see him in.

"This is Mr. Pickles."

Jimin looked from Yoongi, to the bear, and back to Yoongi. "You're kidding right?"

"No."

Yup, he was totally serious.

"Yoongi, that's a....um...that's a teddy bear."

"I know that." Yoongi's cheeks dusted a rosy pink as he uttered the next words; "He helps me sleep."

And that was when Jimin had realised, that the latter was the most beautiful person he had ever had the fortune to meet in all of the twenty two years of his life (not that he was going to tell anyone that; no for even park jimin could judge the limit of embarassment).

It was all he could do to not snuggle the elder and squish his cheeks so that he would look like a baby kitten-- jimin, stop.

So there they were, on a couch they had pushed up against the largest window, an idea originating from Jimin (no surprise there), a thick blanket around their shoulders and Mr. Pickles smugly sneering at Jimin from between Yoongi's arms.

Turns out, and this had been a real shocker; Yoongi didn't have a sister, or a niece (the mario figurine had been for himself, on the advice of the only other person who knew of his stuff toy collection).

"So....you're friends with the bartender, huh?"

"Not exactly friends." Yoongi frowned. "Me and Jin have known each other since fifth grade. It's a sort of...mutual understanding."

"And he gave you this stuff toy idea?"

"Yeah, I-" Yoongi's gaze flitted to Jimin, then back out the window. "I went through a rough patch once in my life and....y'know."

Almost involuntarily, the pinkette moved closer to the latter, and leaned his head back against Yoongi's shoulder. Truth was, it didn't feel weird or embarassing; it just felt right.

"We didn't get to finish our twenty questions." He murmured softly, aware that Yoongi had wrapped his arm around his shoulders.

"It was your turn."

"Okay." It wasn't being abrasive or rash, not from his point of view, when he asked, "Have you ever kissed anyone before?"

Silence.

"Well?" Truth be told, he was getting impatient.

He heard Yoongi let out a shuddering breath. "J-Jimin..."

"No, tell me." Was it impatience or desperation laced in with his demand?

He turned around, aware of the fact that he could probably count the amount of freckles on Yoongi's cheeks, with how close they were.

"Well?" The last of his word ended with a cracked whisper, as he felt himself advancing, closing the two centimeter distance between them, for he knew now that what he felt for this boy in front of him was more than just liking; this boy who bought stuffed animals; this boy who made himself out to be rash; this boy who had saved him two times; this boy was the one.

He could feel the latter's breath hit his lips as he fluttered his eyes shut, making the final descent, expecting to feel the texture any moment now.

It never came.

"No, I haven't." Yoongi put a restraining hand on Jimin's chest, holding him back; gently.

Disappointment flooded the pinkette's heart as the golden moment shattered, but he forced himself to smile.

"Okay. I understand." He grudgingly shrugged, a lopsided grin evident upon his features.

"Sorry." Yoongi wouldn't look at him, opting to play with the fur on Mr. Pickles' head instead.

Jimin had a sudden urge to chuck the stupid bear out the window.

"C-can I go home now?" He stood up, grabbing his coat.

Yoongi still wouldn't look at him. "Okay."

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a/n; yall must hate yoongi rn, but come onnnnn his lips are still virgin