metanoia «yoonmin»

4

Jimin was feeling to say the least awkward.

Yoongi was sitting on the stool next to his own. His lips were wrapped around the death stick more commonly known as a cigarette. He would occasionally breath out the thick gray smoke and take a sip from his cocktail. Jimin found it odd that he was drinking while at work. He eyed Yoongi sideways only to notice that he was already looking at him. Yoongi's cat eyes were studying Jimin's features, which made Jimin wonder if he had something on his lips, maybe food.

"You are fine, kid," said Kihyun with a note of entertainment in his voice. "And no, he isn't at work now. His shift finished already." Kihyun smiled to one side, enjoying Jimin's confused reaction.

"How did yo--"

"Don't tease the boy, Kihyun," Yoongi interrupted. "Why don't you make him a drink instead?"

Screams were heard from the left. Hoseok. Jimin highly doubted they had finished with even one of his ears. The elder was just terrified of the needles used by Zuho. Somewhere among the screams he could recognize Zuho's gruff voice: "Fine. I'm getting the gun," it said. Jimin tensed.

"He means the ear piercing gun," Kihyun chuckled. "It's supposed to hurt less or at lest for earlobe piercings." Then he turned around and took a bottle full of something orange. "You'd like some orange juice, I suppose." 

"The fuck, Kihyun." Yoongi scowled. "Make him a proper drink."

"Trust me he doesn't want," he air quoted after that, "a proper drink," Kihyun smiled while pouring Jimin the juice. "The kid is still underage."

"How--"

"He's a telepath," Yoongi huffed. "It can be annoying."

"I was having fun with him. You didn't have to ruin it." He passed Jimin the drink and leaned into the counter. "So... Jimin, right? I hope I can call you Jimin." Jimin nodded hesitant. "Do you plan on getting any piercing... or perhaps a tattoo?"

Yoongi seemed to tune in into the conversation. He turned in the stool so that he was half facing Jimin. He put off his cigarette and breathed out the last puffy gray cloud. And although his face bore no emotion, Jimin could clearly see he was interested in his answer.

Hoseok screeched again.

"Stay put, fuck!" Zuho shouted soon after.

"I... I'm not really into these... things," Jimin said, his smile wavering.

"Such a pity." Kihyun sighed. "Yoongi would have loved to mark your pretty skin." He winked.

"Bro. Are you hitting on him for me?" Yoongi laughed. "I can do it myself."

Jimin stood silent as Yoongi and Kihyun bickered. He felt incredibly awkward and not in place. He took a sip from his juice. It was bitter and too warm for his taste. Jimin was almost sure it had turned. It was obvious no one just drank juice here. He could still smell the sharp scent of cigarettes on Yoongi, who was sitting a bit too close for Jimin's liking. The music that was coming softly from the speakers was nothing his mother would have approved of. He was in so much trouble.

I'm a sucker for pain
I got the squad tatted on me from my neck to my ankles
Pressure from the man got us all in rebellion
We gon' go to war, yeah, without failure

"Awesome song, don't you think?" Yoongi smirked. He was more than obviously expecting a positive answer. Jimin did not dislike it, but he was not supposed to like it either. The rhythm was nice and so were the voices. But the lyrics...

"Yeah..." His mother would have dramatically gasped if she could hear him. This was blasphemy!

"I knew you had a good taste, doll," Yoongi said, pleased.