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"So Jimin, huh?" Yoongi asked, leaning back into the couch and staring at a now normal sized man.
After their encounter in the garden, Yoongi had invited Jimin inside. Upon seeing Jimin in the living room, Namjoon just smiled at him, shocking Yoongi.
"You knew, didn't you you fucker!" Yoongi accused, pointing a finger at Namjoons guilty form. Holding up his hands, Namjoon gave a stressed sounding laugh, and ran out.
After Namjoon left, Yoongi turned around to see a full sized Jimin looking at him. Yelling, Yoongi fell onto his bottom, and Jimin leaned down to help him up.
Now that Yoongi could see the other more clearly, he admits Jimin was quite pretty. With long lashes dusting his adorable puffy cheek, plump lips curled around a smile that curved his eyes into crescents, he was totally Yoongi's type.
I knew you like the cute ones. A voice that sounded an awful like Namjoons echoed in his head. Cursing at the whoever was toying for him, Yoongi's accepted Jimin's hand and stood up.
"Okaaaay," Yoongi said dumbly, staring at Jimin with his mouth hanging open. "I did not expect that." Jimin giggled, covering his mouth with a sweater pawed hand. After getting over their differences, Yoongi and Jimin started talking like civilized people.
And by civilized I mean by not swearing.
Too much.
"So how did you end up here?" Jimin thought for a moment, putting a small finger on his chin. Yoongi felt his heart squeeze a little at the action.
"How I ended up here?" Jimin inquired. "Hmmm." He shrugged. "I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?" Yoongi asked, slightly appalled. He had probably expected Jimin go answer with some magical land or something.
"Well, my first memories were of your aunt looking down at me, but she was really young at the time. Thirty I think?" Yoongi nodded. He was born around the same time, and was slightly older than Jimin, so it made sense.
"So you just appeared in her garden?" Yoongi asked, and Jimin nodded, grinning a bit. "Yup! This place is my home. I also helped make this place smell better."
Ah. So that explained the sickening sweet smell that was everywhere.
"So it was you." Yoongi accused, pointing a finger at Jimin. Jimin looked baffled at the accusing tone. "You mean the smell? Yeah, it was. Do you not like it?"
"I don't like it when it smells like you poured buckets of it." Yoongi defended himself, crossing his arms over his chest. Looking a bit guilty, Jimin rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"I'm sorry, I won't do it next time."
"No, I like it." Jimin looked a tad bit surprised. "But didn't you say you didn't like it?" Earning a shake of a head from Yoongi.
"I only dislike it when I feel like it'll give me diabetes." Jimin giggled again, and Yoongi found it so very cute.
"Okay I won't do it so much next time then."
They stood in silence, with Jimin staring at him expectantly, and with Yoongi trying to evade his eyes.
"So," Yoongi said awkwardly, gesturing towards the kitchen. "You hungry?"
The way Jimin visibly brightened served to make Yoongi's day better by 10 times.
"This is so good!" Jimin said, moaning around a mouthful of instant ramen. Yoongi chuckled, a bit awkwardly after hearing that very suggestive sound. "It's only ramen and it's like, the most unhealthiest thing ever."
"But it's good!" Jimin replied, swallowing and picking up more noodles to stuff into his mouth. "Can I eat this everyday?"
"No." Yoongi answered back, eating his own noodles. "Unless you want to have pimples on your face."
Jimin made a face at him. "Meanie." He mumbled. Yoongi pretended he couldn't hear him, and standing up, went to put his bowl in the kitchen sink, wiping his mouth as he did so.
"Honestly I'm surprised my Aunt never fed you instant ramen." He called out. "It's like the staple food around here." Jimin shrugged, half eaten noodles hanging out of his mouth as he tried to speak. "Areum usually cooked, like pasta and cakes and stuff like that. She hated food from convenience stores." Yoongi chuckled fondly at how Jimin described his aunt.
"Yeah, she was fickle like that."
They waited for Jimin to finish eating, and when he was done, they put the plates into the dish washer.
"Where do you usually sleep?" Yoongi asked, leading Jimin to the upper floors. "Usually I'm in fairy form, so I sleep in the flower petals. But when I'm big, you're aunt gives me a room to sleep in." Reaching upstairs, Yoongi let Jimin lead the way to his room, and found it to be next to his aunts old room. "I like the room." Jimin said shyly. "It smells like the garden."
And so Yoongi let Jimin lay stake, and he went to fetch some bed sheets. Namjoon is in his room, playing some sort of RPG game on his computer. The lights are off and Namjoon is hunched over.
Yoongi turned on the light, making Namjoon hiss.
"At least turn on the lights." Yoongi lamented, making Namjoon turn around. He ignored Yoongi's comment and asked, "Is he settled yet?" Yoongi nodded.
Fetching the bed sheets, Yoongi returned to Jimin's room, and found the other splayed across the mattress, clearly fast asleep judging by the little snores.
Chuckling slightly, he crossed the room until he was at the door of the bed, and carefully, he laid a quilt over Jimin's sleeping body. When he was done, he exited the room quietly and turned off the lights.
"What a day." He sighed, and, made his way to his own room, where he shut the door.
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I hate this chapter ╥﹏╥(Ｔ▽Ｔ) wtf my emojis are on crack
I could do better but honestly this chapter was only a filler and I wanted to get something in, sooooo
