Scandalous: A Yoonmin Fic

Chapter 8

Yoongi made quick work of getting himself and Jimin into the building and up to the floor where Yoongi kept his studio. He smiled when he saw the familiar frosted glass door and one of his favorite possesions, the rug with the white cat. It expressed how the rapper felt most of the time. He punched his code into the keypad and the door unlocked. Upon opening the door, he sighed in contentment. He was home.

After flicking the lights on, he moved to his desk on the opposite wall and turned on his equipment. He looked around the small room that quickly became his haven to hide from the pressure of his life and the world.

He glanced at the small futon against the wall on his left, and felt grateful for such a simple piece of furniture. He couldn't count how many times it saved him, given a place to sleep whenever he needed it. He looked to his right and saw the shelving that held his precious Kummamon collection with a variety of other knick knacks and photos.

Next to it was his well used keyboard piano. He lovingly slid his fingers over the keys. As usual, his brain began to compose a melody when the smooth white keys brushed his fingertips. He was losing awareness as the notes became more cohesive and the musical genius could see the notes magically write on sheet music in his mind's eye.

Jimin stood in the threshold watching the silvery blue haired boy. He knew, just by the expression on his face, that Yoongi was close to checking out of reality. He loved seeing the creative process of his hyung. The fire and passion that shone as he composed. The pride and accomplishment that would burn in those chocolate eyes when he would complete his work.
To see how much of Yoongi's own soul went into every lyric or piece of music that came across his graceful fingers.

Jimin wished he had even a thimble full of the talent Min Yoongi held. Sure, he had talent, he knew that. ARMY never let him forget. He was one of the best dancers in Korea, possibly the world, he could sing beautifully and really hit those impossibly high notes, and look hella good in a moldy trash bag. He still yearned for more.

He had nothing against the other members, loved each and every single one of his brothers. But, to him, the man in front of him was the embodiment of musical talent. This grumpy, sleepy genius from Daegu had held a special place in the heart of the Busan boy from the moment they met. He was standing there, soft in smile and eyes, when the object of his thoughts glanced his way.

"Jiminie, are you ever going to come in?"

Yoongi noticed the tender gaze and the gentle smile that graced full lips. He briefly wondered what brought the expression on. Jimin gave a little shake of his head, breaking his reverie, and strode into the room. He sat down on the futon with his elbows on his knees and looked up at Yoongi.

"So now what?"

"I guess we have to wait out the effects here and then-" Suga trailed off shrugging a shoulder.

"I get that. But what do we do in the meantime?"

"I have no fucking clue, Jimin. What do you want to do?"

Jimin thought for a moment. Yoongi sat in his desk chair and spun himself awaiting Jimin's answer.

"Can we just listen to some music and talk? I don't know how this shit will fully affect me and I just want to try and keep it low-key."

"Fair enough. As your DJ, I would like to remind you requests are open and please remember to tip the staff."

Jimin laughed, throwing himself across the little couch. When the laughter died, he wiped a tear or two as he laid there. He turned to his side and propped his head up.

"Hyung, there is no staff."

"Sure there is. I'm the resident DJ and staff of Club Suga."

"So I have to tip you? Is there a cover charge for Club Suga? I have no cash. Do you take Visa?"