Pretty | Yoonmin (DISCONTINUED)

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Yoongi met Jimin's eyes over the table, setting down his chop sticks, and Jimin paused, his puffy cheeks stuffed full of food. He blushed darkly, slurping up the last of his noodles and chewing quickly, swallowing with a big gulp. He smiled in a sheepish manner, blowing his wavy bangs out of his crinkled eyes.

"You like your food Yoongles?"

Yoongi's nose wrinkled immediately at the nickname, his soft features scrunching, distaste twisting on his candy stained lips, and Jimin blushed darkly wen he realized what had just slipped out of his mouth.

Fucking idiot.

He giggled awkwardly, internally scolding himself.

"Sorry, sorry hyung," He amended, licking the residue from his plush lips. Slowly. Yoongi glanced away. He smacked loudly, and his hyung shot him an annoyed glare, more emotion than he'd shown in the past two weeks, which Jimin counted as progress.

"But you do like it, huh?"

Yoongi shrugged, toying with the hem of his cotton sweater, so big on him that it fell past his knees and the sleeves curled around his pale fingers. The neckline exposed his delicate collarbones, collecting the artificial lighting. The shadows shifted over the crevices of his face, the curve of his mouth, the arch of his eyebrows, and the soft slope of his pretty jaw and cheeks, shimmers cast over the milky white, and he tilted his head up, unaware that his natural beauty had left Jimin slightly winded, and he gulped down another spoonful of noodles to distract himself from the jump of his own heart.

Finally, his hands lifted, forming a single word.

Yes.

Jimin laughed softly, his little hands clapping together. Yoongi had come to realize he was the kind of person that smiled with his whole body. His honey skin would glow as though the sunshine contained in his body suddenly rose to the surface, golden thread lacing itself in gentle waves through every sound that escaped him, and his eyes would turn into universes, flecks of burgundy and soft brown sparking around his pupils. His shoulders lifted, and he exuded a certain aura, one that radiated even the smallest hints of pride or joy. When he was happy, he was easy to read. And being mostly isolated from people had assisted in helping him distinguish small, unnoticeable things in someone's expression, though his lack of experience hindered him as well.

He stirred the frothy broth thoughtfully, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth, half heartedly listening to Jimin's quiet small talk. It wasn't annoying, or over excessive, but rather a low, comforting hum, that reminded him of morning light. The kind that warmed wherever it shined down on, the heated spaces he would race to get to, and spend as much time as possible just laying in, absorbing the warmth and light.

He didn't contribute to the conversation, letting Jimin babble mindlessly as he pleased. Instead he focused on finishing his food, and the sound of Jimin's spoon and chopsticks clinking against his bowl, and the little noises of pondering he made between sentences. However, he tuned back in when he heard him mention something about a boy named Taehyung, and his incessant pleads for a visit.

Why aren't you going to visit him?

He signed indifferently, only giving Jimin half of his attention, but the younger didn't seem to mind.

"Well, I'm here for hyung," He replied, albeit rather timidly, as though the admittance of the fact was somehow left him vulnerable or shy. "I want to stay with you, and make sure everything is okay. I can visit Tae later."

Yoongi shook his head, his eyes distant, and features unreadable as always.

You can visit him now. This weekend.