poet

TWENTY

"NO!" Jimin squeaked. He watched in horror as his phone fell hard against the concrete sidewalk, screen first. He stood in unadaltured shock, staring at the phone he dropped. He had half a mind to pick up the small piece of technology, but the was just caught in a stage of shock mixed with fear mixed with anger. Shock, at the fact he dropped it to begin with. Fear, for he figured the screen was most likely shattered. And anger, because he was so angry at himself for dropping it.

"...Are you going to pick it up or just... stand there?"

Jimin whipped his head around when he heard Yoongi's voice, face flushing a deep crimson color at the older's words. And just his presence in general. He closed his mouth and licked his dry lips before cracking a nervous smile. Jimin turned back around to pick up his phone, gulping as he did so, for he was afraid of what he might find. As he turned it over, he found the screen was, in fact, basically shattered. His shoulders slumped as he lost all hope.

Yoongi whistled. "Wow. You broke it."

Jimin rolled his eyes before shooting the older a sarcastic smile. "Really?"

Yoongi nodded, smile threatening to cross his lips. He gestured to the phone in Jimin's hands. "Yeah. Couldn't you tell? I thought it was pretty obvious."

Jimin laughed. "God, of course I can tell! I'm not stupid."

Yoongi laughed along shortly.

There was a moment of silence as Jimin took the time to carefully examine his phone screen. His eyes traced over ever crack the screen now possessed, facial expression becoming more and more sad as he went along. He pressed the power button to see if the device to turn on. But, to his great misfortune, the screen simply stayed black.

"Great," he mumbled. Jimin heaved a deep, miserable sigh before pocketing the phone and turning to fully face Yoongi. He wore that subtle smirk that always made the butterflies in Jimin's stomach erupt. And they sure did that time. He had to take a deep breath in and out to keep his knees from buckling, and making him fall over. Ah, why do you do this to me, Min Yoongi?  "Hi, Yoongi," Jimin said awkwardly. He gave a half hearted smile to the older.

Yoongi chuckled lightly. "Hi."

Jimin looked down and kicked pathetically at the ground. He wasn't much of a conversation starter. He never knew what to talk about. Luckily, though, he didn't have to. Yoongi started one for him.

"You heading home?"

Jimin nodded curtly. He lifted his head back up to look at the older. "Yeah."

Yoongi smiled slightly. He tilted his head to look up at the passing clouds before looking back down at Jimin. "Mind if I walk you home?"

Jimin's face flushed the deepest shade of red possible. He turned his head to hide this from the older, and covered his face with his hands as he shrugged. There was a smile on his lips, covered by his small hands, as he let out a muffled, "I don't mind."

Yoongi laughed light heartedly. Cute.

"Let's go then. Lead the way, Jiminie."

Jimin's face got darker. If humanly possible, that is. He nodded his head and started walking off in the direction of his home, Yoongi following close in tow.

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