strawberries & cigarettes ; yoonmin

forty-seven

Jimin rubs at his wrist in hope of distracting his own anxiety.

He wants to be as happy and excited as his friends next to him, who are both giggly jumping in their seats of Hoseok's truck, parked just outside the train station waiting for Jungkook's arrival. It's too late on a Sunday evening, Jimin's surprised Grandma Park gave him permission to leave with the others in all honesty.

Maybe that's what started this feeling, after all Yoongi was always the one to have him out so late.

And the anxiety, growing growing anxiety, he's been trying to ignore in presence with his friends, but it tingles at the back of his throat, eyes burning as any second feels close to tears, and he hates it so much, suddenly the rub on his wrist faster.

"Hoseok no!" Taehyung shakes his head, "why would anyone ever!"

"Jackson used to!"

"Yeah, but that's Jackson!" Taehyung rolls his eyes, "the same kid who didn't understand how milk cartons work".

"Like you're any smarter than him?" Hoseok scrunches his nose.

"Oh my god Jungkook!"

"No Jimin, we said Jackson not Jungkook-"

"Shut up Tae, Look!"

The other twos eyes quickly shift to outside, there by the exit of the train station is Jungkook waving, eyes squinted from the brightness of Hoseok's headlights. Quickly Jimin grabs the door handle and grips the 'oh shit handle', raising himself up and halfway out the door as he shouts to the younger.

"Jungkookie! Get in!"

Jimin doesn't think he's ever seen such a bright smile appear on Jungkook's face before, who comes sprinting over, tossing his bag into the bed carelessly. Jimin sits down, pressing against the seat to make room for the youngest.  Jungkook climbs in, sitting down atop Jimin's lap, smiling over at two friends he hasn't seen in months, so many months, and quickly Jimin leans over, gripping the door handle and returning the warmth of the heater once the doors shut.

"Woah Jungkookie" Hoseok smiles from the drivers seat, "look at your hair".

Jungkook reaches a hand up to his soft strands, now dyed a dark purple so dark he's surprised Hoseok spotted it this late into the night.

"I wish I could dye my hair" Jimin frowns up at the boy on his lap.

"Aww Jiminie, we can!" Jungkook smiles, "temporally over spring break".

Jimin can't help the smile that tugs at his lips.

"What color though" Hoseok asks from the driver seat as he leans forward and fiddles for a station that didn't have so much static.

"What color would you like" Jungkook presses his back against the window to see Jimin's face highlighted by the shitty lamp post across the lot.

"I think silver could look good" Taehyung finally speaks, "or maybe a dirty blonde".

"So how's Busan" Jimin asks, "overwhelming?"

"It was at first" Jungkook shrugs, "but I feel like I have a lot more opportunities there, and they have so many different schools for different hobbies it's insane?! There's even a sports school that prepares you for the Olympics, you guys should visit it sometime".

"Yeah" Hoseok agrees as he pulls out of his parking spot, "it's too bad I'm already graduating".

"Isn't your college all the way in Seoul" Taehyung frowns, "that's so far".