Chickadee - A Yoonmin Fanfiction

Part 14

~Jimin~

I grin down at my phone, typing quickly to keep ahead of the fast paced conversation.

Are you going to eat before you come? I could prepare something at the apartment.

It's okay. Yoongi responds. I just finished like three containers of ramen.

I send him a laughy face, but mentally, I worry that Yoongi is not eating healthily enough. He should be taking better care of himself.

I'm leaving now. The photographer sends. See you soon.

Waaaiit. I type, staring imploringly at the screen even though I know he can't see me. Don't leave me.

I'll be at your house in literally ten minutes. Yoongi responds, his sarcasm tangible through the phone screen. Do you think you can handle yourself until I arrive?

No. I think I might die. I say with conviction.

What a tragedy that would be.

Yoongi's end of the conversation goes silent, and I can tell that he has left his apartment. I spam his phone with emoji's, knowing that he will feel a buzz in his pocket for every text I send. He is going to be so ticked, but it will be worth it.

It's been four days since I got Yoongi's number. At first, we would message each other randomly, but I can quickly see us settling into a pattern. Yoongi will text me in the morning before I go to school, asking if I need a ride, or sometimes just saying hello. We update each other about what is going on in class, and when I get back from university, I check to make sure that we are okay to meet in the evening. It's nice, being able to talk with him so much, but it's also confusing. We see each other every day, we talk constantly, but are we...a thing?

I hear the beep of his car outside my apartment. Jumping up from the couch, I fly down the hallway, stopping to check my appearance in the entrance mirror. I poke my head out the door, giving him a playful grin. "You made it!"

"Jimin, what is this?" Yoongi asks, holding out his phone to me. He looks unimpressed, pointing at an icon labelled '108 unread messages'. The emoji spamming was a success after all.

"What do you mean?" I ask innocently.

"I mean, why was my phone vibrating like a popcorn machine the whole drive over here?" He asks, glaring at me.

"Maybe it's a glitch." I say, widening my eyes irreproachably. "You should really get that checked out."

He pushes past me into the hallway, messing my hair with his fingers. "I am going to kill you."

"Ooooh, you are very scary" I tease, following him through to the living room. "I am extremely intimidated by you Yoongi."

The photographer smirks, slumping down against the couch cushions. He surveys my space in satisfaction. "Hey, you cleaned up around here."

"Yeah," I say, pleased that he has noticed my efforts. "I had some spare time this morning."

I flash back to the first time Yoongi stayed at my apartment for an editing session. It was our first evening meeting, the night after I got his number, and I had spent so much time over analyzing his texts with Taekook that I forgot to do any cleaning. When he came to pick me up on the way to the Claire de Lune, I invited him in to talk as I got ready. I never liked the crowded environment of the cafe, so when he suggested we crash at my place, I heartily agreed.

It was a fantastic evening. I made tea, and we sat together on the couch, sometimes talking, sometimes revising his photos. I was surprised by how attentive Yoongi was to my opinion. Without asking, he seemed to sense which pictures would bring out my insecurities, deleting them before I had a chance to criticize myself. He asked me about my choreography, wanting to know how close I was to finalizing the performance piece, and when I talked about it, he really seemed to listen.