The Dark Red Umbrella • Yoonmin

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the concept in this chapter and the next is inspired by the lovely abyssdeep_ who gave me the idea ❤❤❤ thank youu so muchh 💞

December 11 - Sunday

9:10am.

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'good morning blonde. r u doing anything today?' -Yoongi

Read a bright blue sticky note attached to the dark red umbrella outside Jimin's apartment.

Jimin shouldn't have been surprised when at the early time of 9:10am, the sun shining brilliantly through his windows, Min Yoongi pounded aggressively on Jimin's door, frightening the absolute life out of him. Well, the only part that actually surprised him was that Yoongi had taken the time to wake up before 1pm.

Of course, this time Jimin hadn't been asleep, currently watching an anime on his TV as he munched on some crackers he bought a couple days ago. They weren't very good in Jimin's opinion and slightly stale, but from the lack of food he hadn't had within the last week, he didn't care what he ate at this point.

Jimin sighed and groaned, disappointed that he had to get up from his comfortable position wrapped up in his -still there- blanket fort. Most of the blankets that were coiled around him were the ones Yoongi had given him, the smell absolutely mesmerizing that he couldn't stop from wrapping himself in them like a burrito.

When Jimin had unlocked the door, he examined the note confused, brushing his hands through his messy blonde hair. Jimin looked back into his apartment, his anime still playing and his box of crackers still open, a couple spilling onto the couch.

Jimin chuckled to himself as he sat down in the hallway and scribbled down his reply, not bothering to go back in.

On Jimin's day off, he had decided to be about as unproductive as possible. He still didn't succeed at getting any sleep, his body too fatigued to do anything. Though he still got up fairly early, seven to be exact, the glorious sound of Ed Sheeran blessing his ears, and had spent two hours surfing through channels and watching anime. He hadn't showered, his hair still greasy and all over the place and his dreadful panda sweater wrapped around his waist, despite how many times he had promised he would never wear it again.

He had decided to give Yoongi's sweatshirt a break, it swishing and twirling around in the dryer in the other room.

Jimin never questioned himself of why he never bought clothing that kept him warm. It was the exact circumstances as the coat dilemma and his windows. He just never got around to it, too exhausted and the situation not severe enough for him to go out of his way and buy some. It hadn't killed him yet. Why bother?

Jimin had hoped the man was asking him because he wanted to hang out, in which Jimin would absolutely love to. Then he would actually have a reason to not lay around all day, plus he got to hang out with one of his favorite people.

'No, why?' -Jimin

"whats ur fav color?" -Yoongi

Jimin observed the next sticky note, this one neon green, in confusion as he ruffled his fingers through his hair.

He ignored the question? Jimin thought as he read over it again.

Jimin brushed it off, disappointed that Yoongi disregarded his question like a breeze in the wind.

After they had kissed the yesterday, Jimin had been completely hung up over it, unable to think about anything else. He yearned to relive that moment over and over again, the sweet taste of vanilla coffee and the feel of Min Yoongi so close to him. It had been so simple, so right at the moment for him. Now he could barely even think about how he managed to do that, the beautiful snow specks piling onto his and Min Yoongi's head.