Pretty | Yoonmin (DISCONTINUED)

six

Yoongi could hear Park Jimin struggling from across the hall.

It was hard not to with all the screams, and thuds, and occasionally, quieter cries of, "Yes, finally!"

He'd peeked into the younger's room while he was walking by, out of pure curiosity, and found that the clumsy boy was simply unpacking. However, he was attempting to stick up his colorful anime posters, and hang up all of his clothes, and instead of leaving them in their respective places, inside the suitcase, he'd poured them all out.

Onto the floor.

He was picking up shirts and sweaters and jeans and hanging them up, or folding them to place in the drawers, but every time he went to put something away, he tripped over the pile of miscellaneous crap he'd created.

Yoongi had no idea what he'd been thinking.

Who taught him how to unpack? And if he was this terrible at unpacking, how bad was he at packing?

Yoongi didn't really want to know. Truthfully, he was just a bit upset.

Not at Jimin per-say, but at the fact that he'd made such an unnecessary mess, and went to all the wrong lengths to fix it. It was amusing to watch, he could admit, but after a while, his heart began to stutter and constrict in disgust, his lips twisting into a deeper and deeper frown. He seemed to have no spacial awareness, no control of his own slender limbs, and no idea what he was doing. Most of his posters he'd stuck crooked, which was immensely irritating, and his socks were scattered across the floor haphazardly instead of being in a pair with their other half. He was wrinkling everything.

It was honestly repulsive, and Yoongi could barely stand to watch him for any longer after that. So, he'd gone to his bedroom to read.

It was a new book his friend had gotten him from the library. It was rare for Yoongi to have friends. In fact, he'd only ever had two, Seo-hyun being one of them. And she barely counted. But this particular boy had been his friend for years and years and years. He could scarcely remember a time when they hadn't been friends. And knowing his severe and total hatred of social interaction, and his love of reading, he always offered to borrow him books he may like from the library, claiming it was no problem. Yoongi suspected he was only so eager to preform these tasks because he was completely and utterly infatuated with the boy who worked there.

Apparently, that same boy had recommended the book in his hands at this moment.

I'll Give You the Sun.

An interesting book to say the least. It was incredibly well written, intriguing, drawing him in so quickly, pulling him into the yellowing pages, and filling his open heart with its inked words.

The color of it all dulled the ache in his chest. The constant reminder of what had been lost, what had been cut out of him in the dark.

He breathed.

Pulling his covers tighter around his small body, he tucked his clothed feet beneath him and disappeared into the comfy cocoon. He sucked in the scent desperately. The smell of a home that was his and no one else's. This was his room. Only he had the key. No one was coming in here.

Right?

He was hit with a sudden spike of panic so sharp that his lungs tumbled out of his rib cage, his heart stumbling. He shoved himself out of the bed.

Seo-hyun isn't here.

She wasn't there.

She wasn't there.

Was the door locked?

His hands were trembling, his fingers shaking and grasping at empty air. He tripped over his toes in his hasty search for the door.

They found the doorknob.

Lock it, lock it, lock it, lock it.

He's coming.

Click.

He breathed.

Slowly, slowly, and silently, he backed away, folding into a tiny, tiny, tiny being on the floor.

He was still shaking.

He closed his eyes.

He held himself.

He held in all of his shattering colors.

His heart hurt.

He breathed.

It's locked.

He read his book.

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