Chickadee - A Yoonmin Fanfiction

Part 11

~Jimin~

I stand in my kitchen, staring at an empty fruit bowl. I can feel my mood starting to cloud over, mirroring the grey skies outside my window.

Setting a pot of water to boil, I hope that tea will dull my hunger. There's always a few hours in the morning when my stomach rebels against my diet, but I know that the gnawing sensation in my gut will eventually fade away. I lost three pounds this week, a notable improvement.

Sitting down on the floor, I watch steam curling lazily up from the kettle. The kitchen window is open a little, and I can hear birdsong outside.

Sometimes, I can't help but ache for home. I miss my family. I miss my room in our old, teetering house. It wasn't big, but I could always count on the patter of footsteps passing outside my door, pulling my mind to the present... reminding me that I was not alone.

I am glad for Taehyung and Jungkook, as well as the dancers I have become friends with during my time in university. Sometimes though, I worry that I depend on them too much. My greatest nightmare is that they will abandon me, and I will be left alone in the silence of my small apartment.

The doorbell rings.

Jumping a little at the sound, I pull myself to my feet. Checking my watch, I realize that it's barely thirty minutes until the shoot. Whoever is here, they can't stay for long.

As I walk towards the front entrance, I am confronted by my face in the hall mirror. I look tired and waxy, my hair mussed into a thousand different angles. Spirits plummeting, I pull open the door.

"Hi."

The first thought upon seeing him is 'how on earth did Yoongi get my address'. I stare at the young photographer, struggling to compute his presence on my doorstep. "Ummm...hi." Running my fingers through my hair, I try to straighten the flyaway locks. "What...what are you doing here?"

The photographer shrugs, his eyes searching my face. "I saw it was going to rain, so I decided to give you a ride. Ji gave me your address...And, um, yeah. Here I am."

My eyes stray down to the paper bag clutched between his fingers.

"Oh." Yoongi says, holding it out to me. "I wanted to make sure you had a good breakfast, since it was my fault you didn't eat last time."

I feel myself starting to thaw, the gloom that had taken over my day fading into obscurity. This is the sweetest thing that has ever happened to me.

Behind me, the kettle begins to whine. "Do you want to come in for a sec?" I ask, stepping back from the door.

"Sure." Yoongi responds, looking past me into the hallway.

I run back to the kitchen, my feet light against the cold floor. Shuffling the kettle off the burner, I try to stifle the silly grin spreading across my face. Yoongi came all the way to my apartment in order to drive me to the shoot. He thought about me enough to pick up breakfast, even though, for all he knew, I might have eaten already. These are not the actions of a coworker. These are the actions of a friend.

"I didn't know what to get you for breakfast." Yoongi explains, leaning against the kitchen counter. He opens the paper bag, pulling out a sweet egg sandwich, an apple, and a clear plastic container containing squares of steaming tofu. "Don't worry," he says. "I didn't cook any of it, so it's probably safe to eat."

I laugh at his sarcasm, feeling my stomach gurgle. It's really a bad idea to be eating any of this. I'll have to skip lunch and supper to make up for the calories, but I don't want to give Yoongi cause for worry. Friends wouldn't do that to each other.

"Eat it on the way, okay?" Yoongi says. "And save the apple for last. You can always skip it if you're full."

"You don't like apples?" I grin.

"It's more that it won't give you the same energy as the other food." My friend explains, placing the dishes back into their paper sack. "Can you eat it on the way? I want to get going."

I feel a rush of insecurity. "I...I haven't gotten ready yet."

Yoongi considers me for a moment. "I mean, fix your hair, but you look fine otherwise. It will match with the softer theme to have you barefaced."

I scurry to the bathroom, combing water through my hair to straighten it. I look horrible without makeup, but it's useless to worry about this. There isn't any time to hide my imperfections.

Yoongi knocks softly against the door. "You know what, I forgot your costume in the car. Can I leave your place unlocked while I grab it?"

"Uh, sure." I say, fiddling with an unruly strand of hair.

I hear a click, followed by silence as Yoongi exits my apartment. I splash water on my face, waiting for him to return. I wonder what sort of costume he's chosen. Hopefully not something too elaborate.  

A few minutes later, I am greeted by the shuffle of his feet in the hallway. "Could you change into these?" He calls. "I want to know how they fit."

I open the bathroom door, drying off my face with a towel. "Sure..."

That's when Yoongi passes me a cloud.

Okay, not actually a cloud, but it might as well be one. I stare down at the bundle of material. It's pure white, and so soft you could wrap a baby in it. Stepping back into the bathroom, I shut door between us, shedding all my old clothes into the laundry hamper.

The costume is designed to look too big for my body, like pyjamas, only more comfortable. Standing in front of the mirror, I am amazed by how soft, how childish it makes me look. I run my fingers over the material, smiling.

"You okay in there?" My friend asks dryly. "Come out. I want to see."

I crack the door enough to peek out at him. "Ta da!"

"Oh come on." He rolls his eyes, pushing into the room.

I take a step back from him, swinging my arms happily. "What do you think?"

"What do you think?" Yoongi counters, looking me over. "They're your clothes."

"I love them." I announce. "They're the most comfortable things I've ever worn."

The photographer nods. "From a more technical perspective, I think these will work with your theme quite well. The neutral colour leaves lot of room for personal expression." He glances up at me, obviously expecting a response.

"Yoongi...They're perfect." I say, and I mean it from the bottom of my heart. Maybe it's because he's made me so happy, but I feel like I could dance in these clothes forever.