Pretty.
It had been a long time since anyone had laid out such a pretty meal for him, had put such detail, such concentration into a single combination of food. He didn't even fully understand how it was possible to make food look pretty.
Maybe it was because most of his life, the nourishment he'd received was lack luster at best, and almost toxic at its worst. Maybe he was impressed much too easily. But the ramen Jimin had cooked and left out for him...
It was bursting with color.
Color and care. He could smell the sweet, warm scent from where he stood in the doorway to the kitchen, shifting on his clothed feet, his cotton sweater pulled down over his hands and below his thighs, eyes hidden behind his bangs.
He could see the tanned noodles swirled with precision and effort, resting in the thick, soupy broth, steaming over the edges of the clean bowl, reflecting under the artificial lighting. Sprinkles of greens, seasoning and onions, lay scattered in the liquid, and he could see strips of dark pork and a poached egg as well, the white, soft shell around the yellow yolk, a decorated spoon and neat cutlery lain on a flower embroidered white napkin.
His stomach ached and churned, pleading with him at the sight of such an enticing meal, grasping for food when it was provided, wanting to survive. It begged him, and when it did not receive what it needed, it simply refused to function, his bones turning to lead and stone, growing weary in his body, and his mind spinning and shifting, colored dots appearing before his vision as his limbs grew clumsy and uncoordinated. He'd learned how to skillfully ignore the pleas of his own bodily functions, learned to live, curled in a fetal position on the floor, in the cold, or in unbearable heat, suffering, until he'd grown numb to it all.
But Jimin...Jimin's melodic words drifted back to him.
"please...please eat..."
It had been a long time since he'd heard such concern. The type of suppressed worry that still burned through every masked tone, no matter how badly one attempted to hide it. He'd been left wondering if Seo-hyun's nephew was naturally like this or if he'd seen something to spark that panic, if he'd begged that way before.
"please..."
Yoongi wasn't one to get attached to anyone easily, if at all. But remembering the younger's words upon first entering the house, the warmth he immediately radiated, like sunshine was laced beneath the surface of his skin, and his tone, even muffled through the door, almost choked by his sincerity, made him feel like perhaps it wouldn't be such a terrible thing.
So, he sat down, and he raised his hands to eat.
And he noticed the note laying beside his chop sticks and spoon, written in legible, loopy hand writing.
I hope you enjoy the food as much as I enjoyed making it! Eat well Yoongi hyung! I have poured my heart into this meal! I hope you can feel it!
Sincerely, Jiminie :)
And for a brief moment, something melted in his expression.
Just a single moment.
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Pretty | Yoonmin (DISCONTINUED)
FanfictionIn which a selectively mute boy with a traumatic past is looked after by the cheerful nephew of his late caretaker. "You're here. With me. And I'll keep you safe. Seohyun sent me to you, and she gifted me with you. And you've got me. You feel me?" Y...