orange | yoonmin ✔️

chapter three.

|..yoongi..|

Silences were empty, but not with Jimin. 

Yoongi turned around, glancing at the muted pink-haired boy. His head was down, and he was looking at his phone screen. He ran his fingers through his hair every once in a while, but to no avail, as the pink kept tumbling back into his eyesight. Jimin was determined though, Yoongi could tell, as he didn't stop until they got to the shop.

"Alright, alright, we get it, you have long hair," Yoongi said, grabbing Jimin's hands and pinning them to his sides. "If you want I can go ask if someone has a bobby pin or something." Jimin looked up at Yoongi and they held a gaze for a bit more than a second, Jimin being the first to look away, pink tainting his cheeks. "Do you want something?"

Jimin gazed up at the menu and pursed his lips in thought. He raised a two on one hand, and a three in the other. Yoongi searched out item twenty three, and he smiled at Jimin's choice.

"Peach Bubble Tea?"

The boy nodded his head happily, and Yoongi chuckled, stepping up to order. Of course the boy would choose a drink to go with his outfit. "I'll take a large twenty three and a black coffee," Yoongi told the lady, who eyed Jimin the entire time.

"Your friend is cute," she said, swiping his card. "You know if he's looking for a girlfriend?"

Yoongi frowned, taking his card back. "I don't think he has one, or is even looking for one. He's a sort of..social recluse."

The girl had a glassy laugh. "Then you better snatch him up before he's taken. He's practically eye candy," she said with a grin. "Your order is number 345." Yoongi tried to ignore her comment, but it just irked him really badly on the inside. He just met Jimin. And plus, Jimin didn't even like boys. And double plus, he didn't even like the boy anyways, not more than an acquaintance. 

Over his shoulder, Yoongi got a glimpse of Jimin's instagram feed. It was all muted pastels and grainy edits, fairy lights and bath bomb water. It was almost cute, as Jimin saved niche memes and outfit ideas into little folders, an excited little smile lit up in his eyes.

"Hey, let's grab a seat," Yoongi said, nudging Jimin, and practically dragged the boy over to a seat by the window, as his eyes were glued to his phone.

His phone let out a chime in his pocket, and he grabbed it to view the notification.

jimin: can you take a picture of me and my drink later? i want to post it on my insta uwu

agustd: sure 

agustd: you want that "aesthetic feed" or whatever, don't you?

jimin: maybe :*)

Yoongi wondered for a bit, glancing out the window and into the busy streets. What did Jimin's voice sound like? Yoongi had heard him laugh a few times, and it was an attractive laugh. It was tinkling and giggly, feminine but not female. His laugh was a sound that Yoongi could have on replay and never get tired of it.

God, that sounded homosexual.

"Order 345, order 345," a voice called, and Yoongi left Jimin to pick up the drinks, one in a tall plastic cup, peachy pink, and the other in a shorter cup that had steam curling from the slit in the cup.

Yoongi set down the drinks, and another notification popped up.

jimin: let me pay you back for my drink hyung

Jimin was holding out a small bundle of money, but Yoongi shook his head. "It's alright, kid, think of it as a treat on me."

jimin: so do i owe you one? :-)