Pretty | Yoonmin (DISCONTINUED)

twenty nine

"Ponyo, Ponyo, Ponyo fishy in the sea..."

Yoongi stifled a chuckle, peering over the fluttering pages of his newest book, Holding Up the Universe, to catch another glimpse of the blonde. Jimin had been singing those same words beneath his breath, ever since that morning's breakfast. Yoongi assumed that the melody was included in the movie they were meant to watch that evening, but Jimin had never actually clarified, content with his own happy little mumbles, and Yoongi hadn't asked, content with watching him.

He wriggled his clothed toes, awaiting the familiar tingle of searing warmth seeping from
Jimin's crossed feet to greet them. Jimin didn't raise his head at the feeling of the older pressing his toes to his, having grown used to it. Yoongi had been doing that since they'd assumed their positions on the sofa; both cradled on opposite arm rests, facing each other. There was enough room on the couch for both of them to rest comfortably without physical contact. But, it seemed that Yoongi simply enjoyed pushing their feet flush against each other, and it was too cute for Jimin to possibly complain.

"Tiny little fishy, who could you really be...?" He breathed, and the relentless clacking of computer keys paused for a few moments, leaving them in momentary silence. Yoongi glanced up from the inked words that had long since lured him into their depths and consumed him with a new world. It took a serious distraction to drag him from the depths of his fabricated fantasies, spurred by every gorgeous sentence staring at him from the pages of a book. He lost himself so easily in the characters and their wounded, perfectly flawed lives. But he'd been paying attention, his mind always half a step outside of his wondrous imaginings. He was careful not to ignore the mannerisms of the boy across from him, concern and care for him sharpening his observations.

He raised his head, and found Jimin's gaze already consuming him, drinking in his every feature, a curious lilt to his lips.

"Hyung," He started, his voice nothing more than a hushed whisper. His quiet way of speaking wasn't something that Yoongi was unaccustomed to, but the gentleness of his tone caught him off guard a little. "If you were a mermaid, what color tail would you have?"

He watched him, unblinking. Despite the silliness of the question, he appeared so solemn. Yoongi's mouth twitched in amusement.

I'd go with blue. Turquoise blue.

Jimin nodded slowly, and rolled his plump lips against each other. "That would be really pretty."

He pointed at Yoongi's blue locks, which, by this point in time, were beginning to fade back to black at the roots. "Would you dye your hair a lighter blue to match?"

Yoongi shrugged. He felt relieved that Jimin was contemplating something so endearingly strange. He hadn't chased after it with an unreasonable apology for some flaw he'd made up, and Yoongi hoped it would stay like that for a good while.

Maybe. Why? Do you think I should?

"You would color coordinate," Jimin explained. He twirled a golden baby strand of hair around the tip of his finger. "Your hair is already pretty. But if you had a turquoise tail, then like, a turquoise hair dye would match really well, and make your skin look brighter."

You sound kind of like a make up artist. Or one of those people who give other people makeovers. 'This doesn't go with that, this will make your eyes pop, this makes you look washed out.'

Yoongi hadn't tried to be funny, but the comment made Jimin giggle into the palms of his hands. He felt his heart swell with pride.

"I watch a lot of makeup tutorials with Taehyungie."

Do you wear make up?

Jimin nibbled on his bottom lip, a gentle brightness igniting behind his irises. "Sometimes. I like makeup, and Tae and I do each other's all the time. He's really good. I actually have a makeup kit here."