The Dark Red Umbrella • Yoonmin

Scared : 30

(It's a long one: 4,538 ❤)

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December 6 - Tuesday

11:42am.

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"Why the fuck are there so many cords?"

Yoongi said trying to figure out which ones went where. Jimin, finding the white-haired man's struggle amusing, let out a golden laugh, his small fingers attempting to cover his face.

"There aren't, you're just incompetent," Jimin said taking one of the chords from the man's hands, plugging it into the piano with ease. Yoongi's fingers brushed over the blonde's ever so gently, a shiver going down Jimin's back at the contact.

Yoongi rolled his eyes as he picked up another chord, the two of them attempting to plug in and get the piano to work. "Guess I've been spending too much time with you."

Jimin let out loud huffing sigh and rolled his eyes, an irritated smile plastered to his face.

Jimin couldn't help but think about how true Yoongi's statement was. Recently, he had spent an unbelievable amount of time with the white-haired man, hanging out with him every opportunity he got. He worried that the man would be sick of him, questioning why he was  always over his back 24/7.

Though it seemed like the man didn't mind at all. When Jimin looked over at him, a soft hum was pressing against the back of his throat, and a small smile was spread across his face as he proceeded to work on the chords.

It was weird when Jimin thought about it. Jimin would have laughed if you told him a month ago that he would grow to be this fond of his white-haired neighbor who refused to take back his unwanted umbrella.

Even if he did think it was possible, never in his mind would he imagine being in the man's apartment, helping set up a piano while they bantered back and forth, completely oblivious of how hard they were flirting.

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Woah

Had been Jimin's first thought when he looked around Yoongi's apartment for the very first time

There hadn't been a very big difference between the white-haired man's and his own. They had almost the same exact layout, the same amount of windows, and exact same colored walls.

What stunned him had been tidiness.

Everything looked so organized.

He took Yoongi as the messy, I don't care what my house looks like the type. Though he was the complete opposite.

Yoongi only being here for a month, didn't quite have as much stuff as Jimin did. There only was a black couch accompanied by a TV only feet away, a counter with cupboards, and a table nearby with boxes on top that had yet to be unpacked.

And I thought my own apartment felt lonely, Jimin had thought to himself as he continued looking around.

There was so much space.

Jimin didn't mind that his own apartment was the epitome of a mess. There was garbage everywhere and clothing all over the place, mostly because he was too lazy to actually do his laundry. Paperwork was spread in different places, crumpled and torn up that was definitely not his desk area.

But, it didnt bother Jimin how cluttered and disordered it was. It took away the lonely isolated feeling he was recently forced to cope and deal with.