Alphabet Soup ✞ myg.pjm

𝓢𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷

If Jimin were to say he was having a bad day, it would be a massive understatement.

Jimin's day was going beyond bad, think disastrous, catastrophic, wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole. It was one of those days where everything that could go wrong, was going wrong. Jimin was not exaggerating.

It began the very minute he woke up, seven am sharp (a terrible idea to begin with as early mornings were not Jimin's thing) and forcing himself out of bed, leaving a particularly cosy and warm looking Yoongi behind. Yoongi has let him sleep with him after he felt bad for making him cry. After sleepily washing and dressing himself in an outfit that had thankfully been laid out the night before by Yoongi, and truly, if it weren't he would of ended up leaving the house in sweatpants paired with a dress shirt, his sedated self never paying any attention to what was thrown on his body, he headed to the kitchen.

He had already planned out in his head what he was going to do, murmuring a mental ingredients list to himself as he padded around the kitchen, leaving cupboard doors open as he moved— bad habit. Jimin was on a diet, much to the dismay of Yoongi, who actively campaigned against the stupid idea, as it was put, and made sure to subtly monitor everything Jimin ate, or didn't eat. He would offer to cook a lot more than usual, never forgetting to stock up the meats and carbs up on Jimin's plate.

With pre-cut up fruit and left over leafy greens spread out on the counter, he set to work on creating the 'super food' smoothie he saw on some recipe website. It didn't look great, if he was being honest, but he figured it was as healthy as any breakfast he made was gonna get.
Throwing the ingredients into the blender and cranking the setting up to high, he hit the power button.

It was like an action movie, the way the lid seemed to pop off and fly up in slow motion, the sickeningly green liquid following suit, blasting through the air in every each direction, not only coating the walls, ceilings and floor, but Jimin too.

He figured he may not have put the lid on quite tight enough.

It almost took him a second to figure out what happened, his body frozen and ridden in shock —though he quickly broke free. "Shit! Shit, shit, oh my god!" He shook his head and felt the gooey droplets sliding off, hitting the floor with the rest of the green puddle. His eyes widened at the full extent of the mess as his fingers attempted to comb through his hair, tugging at the sticky locks. His gaze trailed down to his front, taking in his outfit which now rest completely soaked through and sticking to his body. "God, why does this shit always happen?"

It was either his yelling of profanity and screeching at the feeling of his sticky skin, or the splattering of his breakfast hitting the walls that had Yoongi stumbling into the kitchen, eyes puffy and red from sleep and nothing but shorts covering his panicked body. Jimin figured it was probably a bit of both.

"Jimin? Why the fuck are you screaming this early? I thought you would be at sch-" Yoongi's annoyed spiel was cut off upon rushing through the doorway, his words tangled in his throat at the sight. A guilty looking Jimin covered head to toe in a liquid that was quickly seeping through his shirt, stood silently across the room which had apparently also been in the green firing line, as his nice and clean tiles were now painted a putrid lime colour.

"Fuck," Yoongi let out, hands coming to rest on his hips. "What the fuck? What happened?" Jimin figured it was pretty self explanatory and settled for shrugging his shoulders, his eyes not quite meeting Yoongi's, not wanting to have to see his expression.

What Yoongi did next was the last thing Jimin could of expected, he was gearing himself up for raised voices and disappointed tones. Laughing was definitely not in Jimin's list of expected reactions.