Diary of The Infinite

77| Yoongi

I climbed the stairs to my apartment and unlocked the door only to grab my satchel bag of art supplies and a backpack of clothes. I needed a new notebook, so I took the bus to Jimin's store. If I couldn't find one there, something sufficient would be in the complex.

"Yoongi hyung? What are you doing here?" It was Namjoon, scouring the clearance rack.

"I need a notebook. And my boyfriend works here. I like seeing him." I shrugged.

Namjoon laughed and nodded, taking my arm and dragging me through the racks of clothes towards the home department. Jimin was there, bent down to pull the contents of a shelf onto the floor. A shelf of notebooks to be exact.

I gestured for Joon to skedaddle and silently plopped myself onto the floor. I picked up each notebook and studied the paper. Most of them were lined and those went on one pile while the few without were left in my lap for further contemplation.

"Having fun?" Jimin had turned to smile at me, eyes screwed into crescents as he giggled.

Humming, I flipped through the pages, feeling the paper and detailing the way it might smear or leak color. I handed Jimin each notebook I rejected, helping him organize the shelf and then Jimin stood up.

"I have 45 minutes for lunch. Wanna grab something with me?" He held out a hand for me to take.

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

"Is it working?"

My head felt fuzzy from our connection. The warmth of Jimin's easy affection. I nodded.

Jimin took me across the parking lot to a food truck selling ramen and takoyaki and udon and chicken. We took our food into a sheltered lobby of the shopping complex that was just too small  to be called a mall.

"There's a store above ours that sells artsy stuff, I'm sure they'll have the right kind of notebook Yooni."

I hummed around a mouthful of noodles. "I'm going to head home after I get my notebook and wait for you to come home. I just needed something to do for 2 hours."

"Okay, text me when you get home and I'll call when I'm on my way. I have to go back now." Jimin stood and tossed his bowl in the trash can, pressing a kiss to my hair. "Love you, End."

"I love you too."

Flushed, he nodded and hurried away.

I stopped editing, sue me lol