Chickadee - A Yoonmin Fanfiction

Part 5

• Yoongi •

I arrive early at the studio. After hearing my concept for the shoot, Ji arranged for all the props and lights I needed to be set up before my arrival. She must have owed Jimin one hell of a favour.

I inspect every component of the equipment with utmost care, turning on the lights I will need for my first batch of shots. I don't know how long this would have taken if Jimin hadn't sent me help. I feel bad, because he didn't really need to apologize. I'm sure he could have thought of other ways for Ji to repay him, but he sacrificed his favour to help me, and I am very grateful. I will have to tell him so when he comes in, if he hasn't already forgotten about our argument.

I hear shuffling noises in the hall five minutes before Jimin is expected. He seems to hesitate behind the door, so I walk over to open it.

"Ah, Min Yoongi." The young dancer stammers. He bows, holding a mess of glittery wrapping paper in his outstretched hands.

I stare at him, at his body pleated in half before me, and try to understand what this means. When he doesn't straighten, I realize that he is waiting for me to take the package.

It's surprisingly heavy, and as I unfold the layers of wrapping silk, I am hit with a pang of realization. This is a gift. Another 'sorry', even though in my mind, he has already apologized more than he needs to.

Jimin spoils the gift before I have finished unwrapping it. "It's an edible fruit arrangement. Very good and high quality, to show that I am very very sorry. And here," he says, bending down, "I got you coffee too. I didn't know what you liked, so I bought half and half."

I turn back into the studio, overwhelmed. Unfolding the last of the paper, I take in a hamper of perfect, elaborately arranged fruits. This must have come from one of the specialty stores, which means it probably cost him an arm and a leg.

"Do you want your coffee?" Jimin calls, following after me like a nervous puppy.

I turn to face him. "You didn't have to do this Jimin." I sound angry, and maybe I am, because it was ridiculous for him to spend so much money over me.

Jimin looks confused, "of course I do. I bothered you and wasted your time, Min Yoongi. That deserves an apology."

I can't help it. I laugh. Maybe it's because I am surprised to see that my time can matter this much to anyone, or maybe it's the fact that Jimin's eyes look so pathetic ringed by the dark eyeliner. I take a moment to examine him. "You look good today."

I watch as a part of Jimin melts at my compliment, a sweet smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Immediately, I realize how unprofessional I must sound. I try to come up with some way to neutralize my words. "I mean that we won't have to do any touchups before the shoot. Your makeup looks very good."

"Oh," Jimin says, lowering his eyes to the floor, "thanks". He hesitates for a moment before speaking again. "Are you sure...are you sure it's alright, with the drawings? You aren't still angry?"

"It's fine. Now take this back to the store." I say, gesturing to the hamper.

"The fruit shop doesn't accept returns." Jimin says, taking his gift with a crestfallen expression. "I'm sorry that you don't like it."

I consider this for a moment. "Give it back then, if you can't return it. I like it very much, but you must never spend so much money on an apology. Especially not for bad people like me."

Jimin looks surprised. "I think you are a very good person Min Yoongi. It is I who-"

"Stop calling me that."

"Calling you what?" Jimin asks. His eyes are large and his lips are parted slightly. For the first time, he seems utterly unconscious of himself, and I think for a moment that it suits him well.

"Stop calling me Min Yoongi. I hate my family name."

"Why?" Jimin asks, raising his eyebrows quizzically.

"Just because." I respond, turning my back to him in dismissal. I don't have the energy to talk about my family right now.

"...So, just Yoongi then?" Jimin confirms tentatively.

"Yup." I respond, fiddling with my camera lens. "Now, I have a few costumes I want you to try on. Ji arranged to have them in your size."

"You know my size?" Jimin asks, his eyes flickering to the mirror.

Yeah, no need to rub it in. I take a moment to look over Jimin's figure. His legs are strong and thick with muscle. His arms are chorded, and he has a dancer's physique. Beside him, I am practically a noodle. "I don't personally know your size, but apparently Ji does."

"Oh." Jimin says, blushing.

It occurs to me that he and Ji might be in a relationship. That would really explain everything. The favours, the comfortable way she mentioned him whilst she was helping me with setup. It makes sense, but for some reason, I want to be wrong about this. For some reason, I don't like the idea of Jimin having a girlfriend.

"Shall I go change Yoongi?" He asks, balancing on one leg, his head cocked just a little to the right for balance.

I smile, "go change, Jimin."