𝐿𝒾𝓅𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓂 / 𝒴.𝓂

A-im: Find The Lip Balm

When Yoongi arrived at the diner on his way to work on the fifth day, Jin's mood was much brighter. Sitting on the bar stools at the front counter he watched as Jin made jokes and laughed at the others thrown his way.

When the bell above the door rang and Jungkook came running in, he too seemed happier.

“I’ll be out with your Espresso in just a second Hyung!” The brown haired boy chirped with a small grin. He looked to Jin and then the door before running behind the counter.

When the bell above the door rang a second time that morning, Yoongi knew it had to be Jimin. And it was, the bright pink locks giving him away.

Jimin showed no emotion, just empty eyes staring out at the world. He was dressed in a white sweatshirt. The hood on his head, and the sleeves rolled to his elbows. He also wore a pair of black sweatpants.

Jimin walked past the three boys, glancing at them slightly. Yoongi waved which only received a slight nod in response.

When the smaller boy pulled his apron over his head, he walked to Jungkook and pulled harshly on the brown haired boy's sleeve.

Jungkook smiled, rubbing the boys head before spinning Jimin around. The pink haired boy turned back to Jungkook to whisper a soft, “Thank you.” only loud enough for the other boy to hear.

Jimin dug his hands into his pockets as he began his way to the dishwasher only to stop. His body tensing up, alarming both Jin and Jungkook.

Yoongi watching with curious eyes from his seated position at the counter.

Suddenly Jimin’s breath became labored and he turned to Jungkook with wide eyes.

Jimin began searching every pocket of his apron, hands fumbling around as his face began to twist. Jungkook rushing to help search for whatever his Hyung was looking for.

“Hyung! What’s wrong? What are you looking for?”

Jimin didn't answer, only letting out a strangled cry, Jungkook bringing in for a hug.

“I can't find it. I can't, I can't find it!”

Jungkook looked at Jimin's distressed face, turning to Jin.

“Find what? What can't you find?”

Jimin leaned into the hug, closer to Jungkook’s ear.

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“I can't find my lip balm.”

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Jungkook’s eyes widened considerably only for his gaze to soften.

Ahh, the famous strawberry lip balm that Jimin always has.

He has tons of them in a pile somewhere in their room, yet he won't touch a single one until the other is finished.

What a story there was behind such a thing.

Strawberries.

*

It was night, or morning, Jimin couldn’t tell which. Time was no longer a thing that he could distinguish, his cheap flimsy watch being broken days? Weeks? Months? Some time ago.

Besides the time dilemma, it was also pouring down rain. The set of clothes he had on his back becoming a soaking mess that clung uncomfortably to his body.