Alphabet Soup ✞ myg.pjm

𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂 𝓣𝔀𝓸

Sorry for this short chapter :)

Jimin whined as his hair was fiddled with. The fingers were gentle and soothing but had woken him up, so they have deemed traitors in his sleepy mind. He lifted a hand to wrap his fingers around the wrist of the person messing with his hair. When he opened his eyes and was met with Yoongi's blank face, he sighed drowsily and leaned into his touch.

"Get up its 1 in the afternoon." Yoongi tore the blankets off of Jimin. "Now follow me into the living room okay?"

Jimin nodded and grabbed his blanket, wrapping it around himself for warmth. With his blanket cocoon secure, he let Yoongi lead him to the living room and sit him on the couch. He brought his feet up, sitting cross-legged, and hid his cold toes under the blanket.

Yoongi moved over to the television and turned it on, leaving the room to do other things before the screen fully showed. Jimin's eyebrows furrowed when cartoons popped up. The colors were bright and the music was cheerful. He whined in the back of his throat he didn't want to watch this.

"Kitten," Jimin called. "remote?"

"I don't know," Yoongi responded from the other room as he started on breakfast. "Look for it."

The younger's lips tugged down at the corners. He was too comfortable where he sat and too stubborn to unwrap himself. He didn't move a single muscle as he thought about how much he absolutely did not want to get up. He absentmindedly mouthed the words to the music playing through the television speakers.

"I don't hear you moving." Jimin could hear Yoongi stirring something on the stove as he spoke. "You better not be watching those cartoons. Did you forget we have to go out and get ice cream?"

Jimin pursed his lips. He lifted the blanket to cover the bottom of his face. The action was a mistake and only made him feel smaller. Tingles settled into his limbs and he shook his head, trying to clear the fogginess from his mind. He whined softly when it didn't.

Yoongi stepped into the living room with an accusatory expression covering his features. "Park Jimin."

Jimin hummed as he met his hyung's gaze. His mouth quirked to the side and he stared at Yoongi with big eyes, which was basically a dead giveaway.

"I told you no I thought you would be getting ready."

"But, Kitten... Didn't mean to..."

"Whatever come on the ice cream shop closes early today."

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"Kitten try some!," Jimin said holding his cone out to the latter, when he noticed the attention.

Yoongi shook his head, "I like blueberry! Vanilla is nasty."

"No taste!"

Jimin stepped closer to try to convince him to try the bright blue ice cream, but he stepped forward at the wrong moment. A paper plane came out of seemingly nowhere whacked his arm knocking the ice cream to the ground. Jimin stared down at the blueberry ice cream now melted and looked back up at Yoongi with tears in his eyes. "I-Ice cream." Jimin began crying, he fell to his knees and began scooping the melted ice cream back into the cone. "Jimin stop," Yoongi whispered grabbing the boy by his arm and pulling him up.

"here you can have my ice cream." Jimin shook his head pointing to the melted ice cream, "Blueberry." He whispered, Yoongi sighed and told Jimin to wait outside while he goes and gets Jimin another ice cream cone. "Jimin is that you?" Jimin's head shot up at the familiar voice. "J-Jungwoo." Jimin fiddled with his fingers. The boy along with his two friends walked up to Jimin and smiled. "What a coincidence, we definitely didn't follow you all the way-" Jungwoo nudged one of the boy's stomach.

"So how are you?" Jungwoo placed an arm over his shoulder. Jimin didn't want to talk. He was in little space right now and Seokjin has always told him if he was in little space in public then he shouldn't speak or do anything that littles usually do. "G-Good." Jimin mumbled wishing for Yoongi to hurry and get the ice cream cone so that they could leave. "That's good." he chuckled, "I'm having a party on Friday and I wanted to invite you how does that sound?" Party? Jimin loved parties. "Really!" Jimin bounced up and down, "Will there be food?" Jungwoo laughed, "Of course there will be food." Jimin squealed, "I'll go!"

Jungwoo pulled out a piece of paper and grabbed Jimin's hand. he slapped the piece of paper onto Jimin's hand and didn't let go until a confused Yoongi came out with Jimin's blueberry ice cream. "Who is this?" Yoongi asks scanning the boy up and down. "I'm jungwoo! You must be his dad?" Jimin gasped covering his mouth, He just called Yoongi an old man!

Yoongi's eye began twitching and he passed Jimin the ice cream cone. "For your information, I'm his best friend not his dad and I suggest you get away before I knock the shit out of you," Yoongi growled into his ear. Jungwoo nodded and gestured for his crew to follow him. "Remember Friday Jimin!" Jungwoo shouted.

Yoongi turned back tot he younger who was licking the ice cream cone a smile plastered onto his face. "What does he mean Friday?" Yoongi questioned the little, "Jungwoo invited me to a party!" Jimin cheered, "Don't say no." Jimin began walking.

"Jimin you can't go."

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「Park Jimin's jornal」

P is for Pary

I get to go to my pary

I'm so ecited I get to make more frends!