The Dark Red Umbrella • Yoonmin

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I MISS THIS BOOK AND YOU GUYS SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA IM SO SORRY ITS BEEN SO LONG PLEASE ENJOY T_T

dk what u guys consider long but word count: 5,916 💞

This chapter is told from both (not so mystery character's) and Yoongi's pov. it changes back and forth at points.

this is going on during the exact time period of the last chapter (except from yoongles pov this time)

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December 17 - Saturday

8:42am.

Yoongi's pov.

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Just like Yoongi had hoped when he marked his schedule and placed it on the board on Sunday evening, he worked a seven-hour shift today and tomorrow with Jeon Jungkook.

And unlike Jimin who had wanted nothing more than to get out of that confined, non-home like office space, Yoongi worked through his shift happier than ever.

He greeted people with his gummy smile as they walked through the door, cold plastered to their cheeks marked with crimson red.

He made each and every delicious drink that poured out of the machine with delicate hands, hoping to share his own joy with the people who came through, even taking in hints of details about them.

Park Jimin was his.

It was more so of the fact that his world seemed just a bit brighter, like a heavy stack of bricks had lifted off his shoulder once he worked it up to tell Jimin.

Yet the response had been one he never expected in a million years. He at least expected Jimin to be repulsed, surprised that what he had witnessed yesterday was because he couldn't control the way he felt.

In fact, Jimin had been the only person that made him feel normal about it. That just because he thought and felt differently, that there was nothing wrong with it, and to say fuck you to anyone who says differently. He realized that it was them not him, and those people he welcomed into his life didn't deserve to be a part of something he had worked so hard for and had finally grabbed ahold of his own happiness.

He knew it would take a while for him to come to terms with the way his head worked. That he would still wake up every so often and wish everything would go away; question why he had to be cursed with this.

Though he had been blessed with Park Jimin, the one who had influenced the first step on his journey.

And he couldn't wait to make it with him.

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Yoongi glanced over from his position at the register, pastries surrounded around him covered by glass and looked outside.

He loved how things even as simple as the snow that well from the sky and onto the sidewalk managed to remind him of Jimin, the boy who was infatuated with and couldn't get enough of the cold.

Though other than the fact that he hated that Jimin was immune to getting sick, he loved to see the way Jimin's face got flushed and red, tucking his chin into the warmth of his coat. He loved the way Jimin's face it up and looked awed when he glanced upward, starts coating the sky. He knew that the emotions and things Jimin felt as he looked up at the color palliated sunsets and clear cloudless skies, snow melting on the tips of his oh so small fingers was something he would never understand.