Jimin's POV
"Alright Chim, you know where the food and everything is, so I'll be off now" Yoongi told me as he swung his backpack over his shoulder. I nod quickly, ignoring the pestering voice of fear poking unwanted thoughts into my mind.
"Yeah, I'll be fine hyung" I say, feigning a happy tone. I just hope he couldn't see the mask I was putting on. With that being said, he walked out the door uttering a silent 'goodbye'.
The click of the door was the last noise I heard, as I endlessly stared at the door. I hadn't moved for ten minutes, still standing in the same spot staring.
Who would come through next? Would it be Yoongi hyung? Would it be... Someone unwanted... Dangerous. Who was I to know. All I could do was stare. These thoughts were toxic but something I couldn't help. What if I die today... Would Yoongi care? Would I go to heaven? Would I see hyung there...?
Freeing myself from my thoughts I look around. Home alone, huh? What to do...
Then I saw it... My calling.
I run excitedly over to the drawers that had been slightly left ajar, allowing me to see a familiar packaging. Nicely packed and hidden was a box of chocolates. A 24 pack, only missing three. I hit the jackpot. Thank you lord for this beautiful gift.
Grabbing the box, I plop myself onto the couch and turn on the tv, flicking through the channels until I come across an interesting looking show. Hwarang...
"Isn't that Taehyung..." Mumbling to myself, I lean forward staring more intensely at the screen. The eyes looked the same, so did the nose... And there's that boxy smile... But the hair... That's not his hair...
"OH WHAT THE FUCK? IT IS?!" Almost tumbling over my own words, my mouth falls agape. I never knew he was an actor. I wouldn't have guessed it either... Long hair actually suits him nicely...
I watch it carefully, eating the chocolates one by one. I hope Yoongi hyung doesn't mind, otherwise I'm doomed.
By the time it's reached episode four it had hit lunch time. I stare at the box beside me... Empty.
"Where did you all go..." A small whine escapes my lips. I can't believe I'd eaten them all already. I cross my arms, frowning at the box. Maybe if I stare hard enough they'll reappear.
Five minutes... Ten minutes... Fifteen minu-
"That's it, fuck it. I'm making lunch." Squashing the box down, I wander into the kitchen. Now what can I make...
Pulling out a bunch of ingredients I get the needed quantities for an omelet. Pouring it into a frying pan, I place it over the stove. Now to wait for this bitch to burn.
The delicious aroma swept through the kitchen, making my senses tingle alongside my tail. It's smelt so good.
"Just wait til you get in my belly" I murmur, turning away and grabbing myself a glass of water. All this cooking was making me dehydrated and thirsty. Gulping down the water quickly, an unwanted scents sweeps by... Smoke?
Turning around to face my omelet, the first thing I see is the small flames flickering in the pan, accompanied by a black looking omelet. It continues to burn as I quickly start filling Yoongi hyung's collection of glass cups up with water and throwing them at the pan.
By the time the flames had vanished there was now a new layer of kitchen flooring- glass. Everywhere in the kitchen it had scattered. I even think I got some in my hair. I quickly turn the stove off.
Running off and grabbing a bunch of towels, I throw them on top of the glass to shelter the damage and hope it wouldn't be noticed. Hopefully Yoongi hyung is stupid enough not to walk in here.
I smile proudly. I'd hidden it all well. It just looked like the house hadn't been cleaned for years. Either that or a bombshell of clothes happened.
I return back to the lounge room and sprawl out across the couch happily. Today's been a good day. Well until Yoongi gets home.
I begin to watch the next episode, ignoring all signs of other life.
By the time Yoongi hyung got home, I'd made it to episode 8. I wasn't sure how many episodes there were and I was only a quarter of the way through that episode. I wonder how many more I need to watch. Still a lot I hope!
"Hey Chim, been behaving?" Is the first thing Yoongi asks as he walks over to me. I nod.
"Of course hyung" My voice is laced with innocence and he smiles contently.
"Good to hear- Did you eat all my chocolates?..." The smile that was once on his face had vanished. I shake my head, feigning innocence.
"Wasn't me"
"Who else could it have been"
"Bob. He's invisible"
"Ugh..." Yoongi picks up the squashed box and scrunches it up further. "Were they good?"
"Delicious" I giggle, my mind rewinding back to the first bite of absolutely bliss.
"Ha. Got you to admit" He points accusingly and I pout. Damn, I actually fell for that...
"Whoops, sorry.." I murmur, going over to him. Yoongi instantly brushes his fingers through my hair softly, pulling me a bit closer and pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
"Don't worry, I can get more." He smiles, brushing my hair back. I nod quickly, I really want some more of them.
Letting me go he walks to the kitchen to dispose of the box. He stops at the entrance, falling dead silent.
"Jimin. Why are all my clothes covering the floor and stove..?" Turning around, his eyes fall firmly on me. He knew something wasn't right.
Shrugging slightly, I look away, "I was playing a game..." I defend, making quick eye contact.
The look on his face said it all, he didn't believe me. Taking a cautious step, he walks onto the clothes, tiny little cracks heard each time he moved. "What the fuck" Yoongi bends down and lifts up a shirt, revealing the thousands of broken glass shards hidden.
"Park Jimin. You are a dead fucking hybrid." He practically growls as he turns to face me. Maybe he isn't as stupid as I thought.
A/N
Oof, so I'm here to bring you my lovely excuse- I have none, I'm sorry, forgive me for being a lazy author. I got half way through writing this chapter within days after I posted the last one and then I just kinda got lazy... and yeah so here we are. I can't make any promises but I'm going to make sure I update quicker next time. Anyways, hope you enjoy.
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Ps guys, the comeback photos have me dead. Like don't even shoot me, just show me them and I'll be a lifeless body. So hot lolol.
And epiphany has me in awe.
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Hybrid || Yoonmin
Fanfiction"P-Park Jimin... I d-don't want be a h-hassle..." He studders, a small blush creeping over his cheeks. I find myself smiling at his cuteness. Yoongi welcomes Jimin with open arms, unleashing locked away secrets and a haunting past. [Not edited]
