Pretty | Yoonmin (DISCONTINUED)

twenty two

"What did I do?"

You woke him up you imbecile. Do you know how hard it was to put him to sleep?

"Y-Yoongi?"

The boy's voice sounded more urgent now, bordering on growing panic. Yoongi raised his hands to sign a few words of reassurance, but then realized that Jimin wasn't in the room to see them. He gestured to Jin with a vague flapping motion. Jin knew what he was asking though.

"In here!" He cried out, leaning against the counter beside Yoongi.

Briefly after the smattering of clumsy feet resounding through the floorboards, the blonde haired boy came into view, stepping into the doorway of the kitchen with a lazy pout on his puckered lips. The plump petals gauged against each other, tasting the memory of his exhausted mumbles and lavender hums, whispered in the haze of deep sleep. In the depths of his slumber, his round cheeks had been made to appear even rounder by the light dust of pale pink running along the smooth hills of his cheekbones, and staining his warm skin in blotches and splatters of faded ruby.

"Yoongi?" He slurred out in a breath, batting his wilting lashes. His eyelids shaded his bleary orifices, heavy with drowsiness. Yoongi could see just how much of a struggle it was for the younger to keep himself upright and aware, and he couldn't help but watch in quiet amusement as Jimin's face scrunched in befuddlement, and his lethargic heart picked up its tempo.

"Yoongi hyung, what-"

He cut himself off, his gaze drifting delicately over Yoongi's pale features, taking in the barely noticeable quirk of his lips and unusual looseness of his figure. He blinked again, ever so slowly, a soft tumble of light sound tripping over itself in his throat. He turned his head, stumbling further into the canary colored room.

Jin laughed softly at the clearly confused boy, who had been left to exhaustedly search for his questions, all of which had been chased off by distraction after distraction.

The unfamiliar noise was what finally brought Jimin's wandering eyes to the broad shouldered stranger resting leisurely just beside Yoongi.

And suddenly, he was wide awake.

"Hi, I'm Kim Seokjin," the eldest introduced himself, fighting back a knowing smirk. "And you're Park Jimin right?"

"What?"

"Awe, you're so cute. Yoongi, did you not tell him about me?"

Yoongi shrugged, pinching his lips together in order to trap his laughter; Jimin was gaping.

Of course I did, you're just a naturally disturbing person. It's no wonder he's in shock, you're creeping him out.

"No I'm not," Jin scoffed, snapping his head to the side in his usual sassy manner. "I'm worldwide handsome. He's just stunned by my good looks. Aren't you Jimin?"

Jimin rubbed at his eyes. "Um..." He looked towards Yoongi, probably the most relaxed he'd ever seen him as he sat cross legged atop the counter, his toes occasionally wiggling beneath his knees, and his eyes harboring an unguarded mischief that Jimin rarely ever saw in him. He connected the dots immediately. "Seokjin. You're Yoongi's friend. You've-you've come to visit."

That's what friends do. Yoongi replied sarcastically, but he was smiling, though it was small. He was teasing him now. And sure, he'd made progress with him over the past few days, but it was nothing compared to how at ease he looked in this moment, with Jin beside him.

He still had some walls up, that much was clear. But this was the truest Min Yoongi he'd seen.

"And I was asleep."