Pretty | Yoonmin (DISCONTINUED)

twenty three

"I did good right?"

Jimin was giggling on top of him, his body a warm, shaking mass on his abdomen. Traces of his embarrassment slowly melted away, leaving only impossibly soft rice cake skin, plush cheeks, and an eye smile that painted splotches of pale pink across the bends of Yoongi's cheekbones. He forced his lips into a scowl, despite the fact that they begged to part and choke down a gasp. He kept waiting for the burst of white hot anxiety, the flash of broken thoughts that would have him shoving Jimin away immediately. But it never came. Instead, he found himself relaxing, toes unfurling as the tension left them, and shoulders dropping in spite of the cherry red creeping up his neck. His arms were trapped underneath Jimin's chest and arms, so he couldn't sign his answer. He huffed out a reluctant sigh, regarding the boy's gentle gaze. There was some of his usual joy glowing there, turning the despondent darkness a light milky gingerbread. His heart lifted at the sight he'd been longing for ever since Jimin had begun to lock himself away. But if anyone ever asked him about it, he would deny the fact.

He nodded slowly, and raised a brow, gesturing with his head towards the mess of limbs Jimin had created.

"Alright, so maybe I wasn't perfect. But I was better than you." Jimin's playful teasing was followed by the slip of his tongue darting across the corner of his lips.

Yoongi shut his eyes briefly, unsure as to why his heartbeat had picked up in speed.

After a few moments filled only with Jimin's breathy giggling, he seemed to realize that Yoongi's responses were limited because he was laying on his hands.

"Ah, sorry hyung." He said, rolling to the right. He pushed himself up in front of Yoongi, and crossed his legs at the ankle. Yoongi turned to face him, chomping down on his bottom lip. His fingers fluttered and drummed against each other, still fidgety with nerves.

You're so clumsy. And you said you're a dancer?

"Yeah!"

You must be a hazard to your peers then.

"Meanie."

Yoongi simply rolled his eyes.

"So...I get to choose my nickname right?"

Yoongi's cheeks glowed again. Um...yeah. But nothing weird okay?

"Who do you take me for?" Jimin gasped in response, gripping the front of his shirt. "I'm no heathen."

I beg to differ.

"Yoongiiiiii!"

Dammit, that's cute.

Yoongi flung the rose scented thought about his scrambled mind. He didn't know where the flustered words were coming from, but he didn't appreciate their presence. It was making it hard for him to concentrate, and he hated blushing. He blamed it on the adorableness of the younger boy. Jimin was cute. That was just a fact, one Yoongi had picked up on as soon as he'd walked through the door. And yes, he had a soft spot for cute things, but there was no reason to get so chrysanthemum flushed over him.

Okay, so pick something.

"Mmm," Jimin pondered with puffed out cheeks. "Something cute, something pretty..."

The younger mumbled to himself, his brows scrunching in thought. "Minnie...no, no, everyone calls me that...Chim...ah but that's Taetae's thing...ummmm..."