"Yoongi, are you there yet?" Jin asked.
It's was already 11.35 pm and Jimin insisted to wait for Yoongi to eat his first meal.
"I'm already inside the building, hyung," Yoongi answered. He put his phone in between his cheek and shoulder to search for something in his backpack.
Jin kept on calling him since 6 pm, but during that time he was having a meeting with Namjoon and their clients before rushing back to his office to do some filing and reports.
"Yoongi, please tell Jimin to have some rest and eat his meal. I don't want him to go to the hospital again," Jin sighed.
He was forcing Jimin to eat his meal since 12 pm but the hard-headed guy refused, telling him that he wanted to wait and eat with Yoongi instead.
Yoongi smiled. He let out a breathy laugh.
"Alright hyung. Don't worry. I will force him myself if he refuses to eat his meal!"
"Alright. Have fun then. I have to do something now. Bye," Jin said before he ended the call.
Walking toward the door where Jimin was practicing his choreos and singing skills, Yoongi heard music coming out from the practice room.
This kid is still practicing. Very hardworking.
Yoongi smiled before he pressed the door bell attached beside the locked door.
'Coming!" He heard Jimin's voice responding to the door bell, before the door slowly opened.
"Hyung!" Jimin exclaimed. He threw himself to hug Yoongi, who was now flabbergasted.
"H-hey Jimin," Yoongi greeted before he hugged back the sweaty guy.
"A-ah! I'm sorry hyung. I smell like shit now," Jimin gasped, letting go of the latter's body from his hug. There's a tinge of blush starting to appear on his cheeks.
Why do I keep on blushing now?!! I rarely blushed!
"It's okay, Jiminie. You smell good. Don't worry,"!Yoongi answered, pinching the younger's chubby cheek.
Jimin grinned, still madly blushing. He then wrapped his small fingers around the pale wrist before pulling him gently inside the practice room.
"Have you eaten anything yet, Jimin?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow, looking straight into Jimin's eyes.
Jimin scratched the area behind his ear. He let out a nervous laugh.
"I-I did," he muttered, still scratching his ear.
Yoongi raised an eyebrow. This time he made it obvious so that Jimin could see it clearly.
"No, I didn't," Jimin sighed. He then just stared down, looking at his hands.
"So, what are you waiting for? Let's eat! I can't wait to taste your Kimchi fried rice!"
"And kimbap!" Jimin added, pointing a finger at Yoongi with a smirk plastered on his juicy lips.
"And kimbap," Yoongi smirked back, teasingly rolling his eyes.
"Hyung, you wait here. I kept them in the fridge. I have to reheat them. Just sit here, yeah?" Jimin ordered. He pushed him gently toward the red couch.
"What are you talking about? I want to help too!"
Jimin giggled before he mumbled a soft fine and held the white, pale hand tightly, dragging him toward the kitchen.
Jimin never wants to let go of that hand, ever.
-----MiniMini-----
"Jiminie! This tastes soooo good! You sure you didn't ask Jin hyung to cook these?" Yoongi teased. He chewed the rice deliciously.
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Ghostbumps || Yoonmin ✔ #Wattys2019
Fanfiction"You know... It might end up well. You with Jimin. Why do you hate him so much? Did anything happen between you guys before?" "I don't hate him." "Then why do you look like you want to kill yourself after what happened?" "Everyone would feel what I...
