The Dark Red Umbrella • Yoonmin

Kim Noodles : 62

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December 28 - Wednesday

5:56pm

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"Kim Noodles!" Jimin shrieked as the darkened down building came into view. It matched the sky, deep and lifeless as if it no longer had a purpose to be there. Though the bright lively lights and numbers of parked cars that occupied the lot showed otherwise. Jimin looked over at the man next to him, eyes locking with deep brown ones in a search of approval. Yoongi responded with a quiet "Hmh," and a small smiled, giving The blonde all the confirmation he needed.

Jimin took the man's hand that had dragged him everywhere all day and reversed the roles, leading him into the warm noodle place, people laughing and joking every inch while steaming delicious foods were being carried out on trays. The wind stopped blowing, now safe and sheltered by the bright noodle place.

Only seconds after entering, Jimin came to consciousness that he was still holding Yoongi's hand, his smaller and less pale ones being enveloped in warmth. Then he had realized,

this was their first date.

First real, sit down and eat at a restaurant date. And he knew Yoongi knew too with the shit-eating grin that was plastered to his cheeks once he looked over at him. He liked the sound of that. A real, teenage movie, cringe type date. And he could tell Yoongi liked the sound of that too.

Jimin smiled brightly as he made his way up to the front desk to request a booth for two, the white-haired man's larger hand still locked in his.

Jimin liked this place. It had grown to become their favorite place to order takeout from and eat while laughing in one of the two's apartments. But being there in person gave off a completely different feeling. It felt so warm and welcoming, the homelike vibe sending pleasant sensations through him. He couldn't tell if it was from all the steam and heat in the kitchen or if because Min Yoongi was seated directly across from him, glowing face with his wild white haired glory and all, that his face was burning up.

Jimin liked this.

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Jimin regretted it. Yoongi had already taken it upon himself to grab the salt shaker and pour a large amount of it onto the spot in front of him. Receiving a shriek and wide eyes from Jimin, he proceeded to stick his fingers in it and draw, spreading it around until it resembled a heart shape.

"You're making a mess Umbrella man."

"I'm expressing my affection for you."

"You could express it in so so, many more ways than pouring salt on the table." Jimin laughed, his eyes turning into crescent moons as he watched Yoongi's face turn bright, a smirk spreading across.

"Oh? Here?"

Jimin sighed, his hand traveling to his head before letting out a laugh, "That's not what I meant."

"I mean, I'd be happy to oblige. Never knew you were into that sorta thing,-"

"Please shut the fuck up," Jimin said covering his face and putting his head down, already bright crimson red from this dumb conversation. Why the fuck couldn't his heart calm down? Why did it always need to thump out of his chest and react the way it did at the stupidest things Min Yoongi did. Especially at pointless conversations like this.