Rainbow - BTS

18 - Green

Are you a fighter or a healer?
Just because you're strong doesn't mean you're a class warrior
You don't have a harsh heart
You're kinder, softer, more caring than you think

sit in nature and let your mind rest
only then can you truly be at your best
because nobody works well on no sleep
nobody's mind is a castle keep

Jungkook closes his eyes, leaning his head on the wall, Miri sat comfortably on his lap, curled up like a fluffy doughnut. His mind is busy racing, thinking about the whole situation with the new author in Hoseok's company. The coincidences that have brought them all together. It makes no sense.

"What's going on, Mi?" he asks the dog in his lap, knowing better than to expect a reply. She snuggles further into her position, making no indication of having heard him, and he smiles, running a hand over her fluffy head - kind of like a pom pom. In the best way possible. "You don't know either, do you, honey? You have no idea?"

She lets out a low sound, not quite the purr of a cat, not quite a growl. Somewhere in the middle, a sound of content and comfort. If he moves now, she won't be best pleased with him. But he may have to at some point, to pee or to make himself some food. He can't sit here forever, no matter how much he wants to.

Yoongi was so confident that everything would be fine, that it calms the anxious green a little. But he doesn't let his guard down, no matter what his curiosity wants him to do. This is still a complete stranger who knew more than he should about someone who prefers to keep to himself for the most part, and that's scary. More than that. It's odd.

Miri closes her eyes, a key indication that she plans to just fall asleep there, and his smile widens. He can trust her to stay normal, to be the one constant in a world that sometimes changes too fast for him. He can trust her to carry on treating life as she normally does, act like the adorable dog she's been her whole life. The whole time she's been living here, anyway.

His eyes flicker open reluctantly at the sound of his phone ringing from the table, and he lets out a faint groan of irritation, feeling too comfortable to move. Why would he want to, when he's perfectly happy sitting here with Miri? But he knows better than to ignore a phone call. Sometimes it's urgent. Sometimes his friends get genuinely upset with him if he misses them.

He can't risk that.

So he leans forward, as carefully as he can, watching the sleeping dog shift at the movement, and picks up the phone, sighing when her eyes slowly blink open at the sound, so close to her sensitive ears. He taps on the screen and brings the device to his ear, not even bothering to check who it might be. He's too tired to bother.

"Hello?"
"Jungkook, it's Joon."

He breathes a sigh of relief when he hears the voice of Yoongi's brother. The two of them met when Yoongi's first book was about to be published when Jungkook was about fourteen years old, and he's always held a large amount of respect for the shop owner. Even if business doesn't always go perfectly, that's not necessarily a measure of his quality as a man.

Indeed, it was Namjoon who acted as a go-between for Hoseok and Jungkook's family. His parents weren't keen to let him illustrate for a new poet, seeing his skills as better focused on other pursuits, a more impressive career perhaps. But Jungkook was desperate, and Namjoon's intervention on his behalf was the persuasion they needed.

That's something the green will always be grateful for, no matter what.

"How can I help you, hyung?" he questions, relaxing back onto the chair when he knows that the other isn't stressed or anything. There's no major emergency. Miri looks up at him sleepily for a second, then decides he's not going to move again for a while and settles down into her donut again.