A MILLION AND LOVE

[lavender]

05.5 : cue; never grow up- taylor swift   "oh no."

jimin and jungkook sat on one of the benches. far, far away from where jungkook had wanted to sit; in the very front of the viewing arrangement. they had missed the fireworks, in the end, so it did not matter anyways. they were stuck between sweat-warmed armpits as they had peered up at the sky bursting into colours. it was funny; how humans could feel so many colours yet chose only blue, yellow, green and red to celebrate. but jimin couldn't think of any other celebratory colours so he kept shut. colours would fleet by him, and even if time made him memorise how they felt, he could never put his finger on them. 

jimin looked over at jungkook, who was holding up a plastic bag between a fingers like it was a plague; lips curled up in discontentment. 

"they're soaked. hyung."  he looked at jimin, eyes widened in foul sadness. 

"i can't see anything", jimin held his hand out, jungkook placed a cold, soggy plastic bag, flat on his palm. he stared in horror as the orange juice dripped out of the packet and down his wrist, into his sweater sleeve. he looked up at jungkook, expecting the younger to be laughing his lungs taut but jungkook was only looking at him, passive mortification evident on his pretty features.

"i spent hours mixing that fucking salad dammit!" jungkook wailed. he turned around to tend to the hamper once again; carefully removing it's contents and placing them between him and jimin, on the bench.

jimin sat still, holding the orange-juice-soaked sandwich in one hand, wiping his wrist with the other. he didn't really have the energy to make jokes out of the situation. jimin caught jungkook looking at him, and again, he didn't want to waste any of his potential energy being petty. 

jimin glanced down at the hamper, tightening his hold over the handle. he wondered what his father might be doing. probably on a holiday in some mediterranean country having the time of life with his idea of an ideal family. bells whispered somewhere close by and he wondered if this was it. this was where he would be picked up, he probably didn't let it show but everything about his father's decision- broke him. jimin had loved his father. he hadn't expected to be bought up in the attic; for twelve years, with only a rag doll his mom had stitched him because his parents were too young, too lost to buy him one.

the bells jingled once more, jimin waited for some white sparkles to appear out of no where and swish him up into heaven (or maybe hell because he wasn't exactly a saint). but nothing came by.

"jimin?"

he looked up to see jungkook standing at the entrance of some tacky convenience store, yellow green sign boards and even more colourful food articles scattered on the shelves; he could see through the dirty, finger-patched glass. "you planning on freezing out there?"

"i thought we were going home."

"yeah but i'm kinda hungry."

"...we were going home? i thought?"  

"yes but i really want some yogurt right now"

"you said you were hungry."

jungkook stared at jimin, long and hard. and then inhaled a good amount of carbon induced air through his nose:

"you pull me out of bed at four am because you want to pee i deserve at least this much alright? get your big arse in here you're shivering."

"i― i do not―pee? i―"

jimin was in fact, shivering. but it didn't stop him from sputtering back at jungkook. the younger rolled his eyes and once again, took it on himself drag jimin. into the store.