It has been just a kiss, a kiss that has given Jimin access to Yoongi's mind.
A Yoonmin roommate story with a twist and some side Taekook.
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#17 in Yoonmin
"I don't know if he will be there?" I whispered letting go of the girl's lips.
I've met her in the disco and invited over totally forgetting that the flat wasn't belonging to me myself and I only anymore.
"Who?" She laughed.
She was definitely sure I have drunk too much.
"My new roommate."
"A woman?" She asked becoming serious.
"Woman? No, no woman... I mean I don't know yet, but I believe it's a he." I returned to mad kissing pressing her to the corridor wall.
Maybe he wasn't there yet, maybe. I freed my hands for a second to find the key, but the door was opened so I fell inside landing flat on the carpet.
The girl laughed.
"Hi." She said looking over me when I was trying to collect myself form the floor.
There was a boy my age standing there watching us in a little sarcastic, a little amused way, a bowl of my cereal in his hand, a spoon loosely hanging from his mouth. The fluffy blue pajama with teddy bears he was wearing was composing with his dark-blonde hair.
"Hi meet my roommate. This is... that is."
Shit, I had no idea how any of the two was named. Priceless.
"He doesn't know your name honey." The boy winked to the girl taking the spoon out off his mouth pressing it into the cereal bowl, while I suddenly realized there was a whole opened suitcase in the middle of the room, clothes scattered anywhere you could throw them. An opened pizza box with two bitten but unfinished slices was lying on the couch.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Is it true? Don't you remember my name?" Asked the girl with tears filled eyes.
"Ah... I... wasn't really focu..."
Bang! She slammed the door with such pressure I was happy it stayed in the frames.
"The next time remember who you're hooking up with, the girls hate that the most." Muttered the boy observing me in the same sarcastic way, with that hideous half smile that could drive someone nuts. "Amigo, night." He saluted walking to the room I have been using for working on paintings, slamming the door shut, leaving me in that insane mess.
I could scream punch and bite, especially a few moments later when I walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and opened the fridge to find a pair of socks with Smurfs waving their hands at me inside.
"Is killing your roommate because he's the biggest jerk on the planet a crime?"
I was sitting next to V at the lunch table.
"Is he so intense?"
"Socks in the fridge. Socks with Smurf prints to be specific." I was trembling.
"Maybe you should paint it." V raised his brow.
He was that dreamy type with chin long dark hair falling down in artistic curls, wearing only clothes in all shades of cream, gray, white and black, carrying a drawing pad with self-designed stickers everywhere. Sometimes forgetting he still has a pencil stuck behind his left ear for half of the day. The low steamy baritone nature has supplied him with was like listening to old LP's inside a black and white film shoot in the 30's last decade. A man oblivious to reality, discovered as a genius when he has been only nine. One that has been all around the world, rumor had it he has sold his last painting to a private collection for 27 million dollars, yet he wouldn't care less if people called him Van Gogh of 21st century or ignored his existence. Despite all of that I had the feeling I have been his only friend.
"Is he at least hot?" V narrowed his eyes when I felt blushes storming to my face.
"No, he... How can I know. I'm not a freaking female."
"Last night I have been sitting in front of the canvas till 3 am, nothing. It's still empty." V sighed.
"What is causing that block?"
He just chuckled leaning back against the cafeteria chair.
"What if you have seen the mot beautiful sight in the world, but are unable to grasp it into lines or colors?"
"I don't have your mind. Ok. I just have a roommate I need to get rid of."
"Fuck your roommate."
"What!" I must have screamed so loudly the whole cafeteria turned my way. "I... that's so irrelevant." I collect my backpack and the half finished sandwich storming out of the room.
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