The Dark Red Umbrella • Yoonmin

Ice Cream and Affection : 56

heres a non-stressful, calm, chill chapt that i love and i think you will too :) its only been like 3 days since ive updated, so feel proud. 

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December 21 - Wednesday

10:49am

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Jimin wasn't able to appreciate the vibrant sun that leaked through his windows, spilling onto the floor. Despite how cold it was, the bright sight across from him was vibrant, soft fluffing blue clouds hovering around but never taking the courage to cover it.

He wished he could feel it, the chilly winter air around him directly instead of through the cracks in his windows. It hadn't snowed in a few days, but snow still packed onto the ground below. He wanted to see it, as if he were being neglected of some type of life-threatening unhealthy addiction.

But, he couldn't.

His work had caught up to him.

And there was so very much of it.

Papers laid sprawled out onto a deep brown desk, shoved away solemnly into the corner of his apartment. Pens and calculators fell to the floor each time Jimin pulled at his hair in frustration, his hands slamming down.

If there was one thing that pissed him off more than Yoongi, it was his work.

He hated that stupid cellphone company he worked at, surrounded by idiots every moment of the day. He constantly ignored and pushed off the deep aching inside of him, whispering that he never belonged there in the first place.

The worst part was that he had gotten so caught up in meeting his friends again he hadn't been to his job in days, working piling up into unreachable mountains.

Being his day off, despite having taken many PTO days, he refused to go, deciding he'd rather do work at home than in that painfully stuffy office space.

Of course he was good at his job. He did it really fucking well if he was going to toot his own horn, fantastic at the way he could process everything into his mind.

But, he still loathed it more than everything under the sun.

He actually hadn't minded it at first. In the beginning it was only boring, occasionally annoying when he had to deal with his incompetent coworkers.

But a month and a half ago when a man with lovely, white dyed hair entered his life, he reminded him of how this unlifely everyday job, was not somewhere he belonged.

He hated it.

Jimin sighed, throwing the pen in his hand across the room, the writing utensil hitting the wall with a thump before hitting the floor.

He ran his hands through his hair, fingers gripping at the vibrant blonde, long strands. he wasn't sure how much longer of this he could take, the hours of being stranded at this tiny desk getting to his head.

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"Damn, ill still never be able to get used to how fucking cold it is here." Min Yoongi's voiced sounded from across the room. He currently sat at the small, green island counter in Jimin's kitchen. He had invited himself in minutes ago, he and his bandana'd, white-haired glory.

He looked like he was glowing, a bright, lively aura coating around him, something Jimin needed right now.

He liked this. The mere presence of him managed to make this far too big apartment seem not as lonely. Like it wasn't as empty and unused as he felt it was. And as he continued to work, he liked him just being there, saying something stupid or silly every few moments or so to make everything a bit more bearable.