Pretty | Yoonmin (DISCONTINUED)

five

"Yoongi hyung!" Jimin cried out, alarm etched behind his eyes as his small fingers reached out to grab the older boy's thin wrist, but he thought better of it, and let it fall back to his side.

He turned slightly, his feet stalling on the carpeted floor. His arm was wrapped around his stomach tightly, like armor. The only acknowledgement of his words Jimin received was the tiniest raise of his brows, and he shifted a bit awkwardly.

After Hanji had left with a scowl upon her thin lips, and her judging eyes narrowed in displeasure, the small boy had stood instantly, and began to hurry away in the silent, quick way of someone who had done so all of their life. Coming and leaving like a ghost. And Jimin had just barely managed to catch him before he disappeared into thin air. Marble and stone. Jimin could feel the walls between them, and even though he was right before him, he felt miles away.

He shook away any uneasiness, and assumed his natural stance. He hoped the soft curve of his lips would melt the silence a little. Yoongi only stared back at him.

"Um...would you mind telling me where my bedroom is?"

Yoongi reacted so quickly, his hands moving languidly in such an abrupt and sudden manner that Jimin almost missed what he said.

Upstairs, second door on the right.

Jimin tilted his chin up, mouthing the directions as though that would help. He wasn't stupid. He just had a horrible sense of direction, and Yoongi's house was huge. He wouldn't be surprised if he got lost somewhere in its complex depths at least three times while he stayed there.

"Ah, okay..." He mumbled, wringing his hands. He breathed out, offering Yoongi a bright grin. "Thank you hyung!"

Yoongi ducked his head, wavy bangs shifting slightly over his face, and moved to leave again, but Jimin tapped his shoulder lightly.

"Hyuuuung," He drawled out, keeping his voice playful and gentle. "Where's your room?"

For a few seconds, Yoongi said nothing, his arms remaining wrapped around his slumped form, and Jimin rushed to explain, suddenly terrified that he may have gotten the wrong idea.

"I'm not like, going to go in there without your permission and look through your underwear! I'm not up to anything creepy I promise! I just wanted to know, like, just in case you need me, or I need you, or...you know? But not like need you in the weird way...I mean I'm just...sorry..." He trailed off, wincing at his utter incompetence.

Yoongi still hadn't moved, and Jimin internally slapped himself.

You dumbass, why do you even speak, he thought to himself, frowning deeply as he resisted the urge to face palm.

Yoongi's candy lips pinched. A break in his blank expression.

They gauged together slowly, before his fingers formed a response.

Down the hall. The last one.

Jimin hummed in understanding, slight relief blooming in his burning chest, on fire with panic. He breathed in, and for a second, he could swear he saw just a flicker of something behind his cat like eyes, but it was gone before he could commit the sight to memory, and he was left wondering if he'd imagined it.

"Alright. Thanks hyung."

Yoongi hovered for a moment longer, waiting to see if Jimin would call for him again. His cheeks almost flushed at the realization.

When it was clear that Jimin was done talking now, he finally walked away and left the younger boy to find his way around the house.

Jimin sighed, wrinkling his nose in disgust at himself.