>>lost<< Yoonmin

XXXIII

I doubt that Jimin fell back asleep when I departed, but I left the couch anyway and moved to the kitchen. My mind was anywhere but reality as I gathered my things to make coffee. I clung to each and every sensation Jimin had brought about, distracting me from my task constantly.
Finally I managed to focus long enough to get the coffee pot going and sat down at the table, dropping my forehead into my palm. I sighed heavily, allowing my mind to become fully lost in the moment.
I sat there for a while, lost in thought until the coffee-maker chimed cheerily. I sighed and was going to get up when Jimin's soft footsteps sounded behind me. I froze and he stopped beside my chair, flopping into the one beside mine.
"Was it that much of a mistake?"
Jimin asked softly, and when I looked up he was staring at the coffee-maker on the other side of the room.
"Jimin, that's not it at all. It's the opposite really."
I reassured quietly, pulling his gaze back to me.
"I'm still just surprised."
I smiled sheepishly and finally he returned the smile, relief flooding into his features.
"Really? I'm glad."
He hummed softly and stood up, moving to the coffee pot. I watched him quietly as he looked at the pot, then the counter, and finally at me, smiling with a small blush.
"I don't know where mugs are."
He giggled quietly and I smiled, moving to retrieve two mugs from the cabinet. I set out milk and sugar as Jimin poured half a cup of coffee, filling the other half with milk and lots of sugar.
"You don't like bitter things, huh?"
I ask lightly and he nods, shooting me a smile. I make my own cup, working around him. We both settle at the table, sipping at our drinks quietly. After a few long moments of silence the sound of Jimin's rumbling stomach fill the air. He freezes for a long moment, me gazing at him until I break into a fit of amused giggles. His cheeks turn pink and he turns his gaze to his cup, pouting softly.
"We should get you something to eat."
I say through my laughter and poke him in the ribs. He cringes and shoots me a look, to which I simply smile.
"I know a great place."
I inform happily and he nods after a moment.
"Can't we stay in?"
He asks quietly and I smile in embarrassment, watching his downcast eyes.
"I'm not a very good cook, and I'd like to treat you. Don't worry, it's small and quiet and I'll make sure nothing happens."
I reach out and squeeze his hand reassuringly, earning a small smile.
"Okay."
Jimin and I finish of our cups and go to get ready. I dress in my room, letting him use the bathroom as he requested. I fix up my hair until it looks at least presentable and grab my wallet and camera bag, a habit now. I step out into the hall to find Jimin just stepping out of the bathroom. He looks up, his bruise now hidden behind a small layer of good concealer and some foundation.
"Looks good."
I chirp happily and he averts his gaze, reaching up to touch it.
"It's not weird that.... that I wear makeup, is it?"
He inquires shyly and I smile, shaking my head.
"Not at all."
I reassure and he smiles, sighing. We walk out the door together, interlacing our fingers as we step out the front door of the complex and into the street.