DREAMING || YOONMIN [COMPLETE]

25: An Invitation

The brisk winter winds nipped at Jimin's frozen hands as he sank his boots into the fresh fallen snow—the break had begun and he was already feeling let down. Besides sitting in his bedroom wrapped in blankets and wishing that he had enough wages to install a better heating system, he had made a few cups of coffee that tasted like cow droppings.

Not that he had tasted them, though.

Apparently what he did get a taste of was Min Yoongi, or as he liked to label himself, "Min Genius". The older insisted that the nickname was the truth and only the truth, but he didn't even want to begin to believe it. The older boy promoted himself too much.

It was fake.

He was a toddler, and he would always remain the toddler. 

Including that fact that he continued to think about the boy even though he was out of the way. For the past few days, he'd had another dream. And this one didn't go right into one ear and out through the other.

He didn't think he would be getting any more of those since they seemed to disappear the moment he stuttered at Yoongi on that sidewalk.

Jimin still slapped himself for that.

On this particular morning, he happened to be speeding into the downtown area, combat boots not nearly holding to the snow that gathered beneath his feet. He felt it melt and turn to slosh. There were only a few inches of snow on the ground, but he was still annoyed by its meddling with his plans to wear his favorite—and very overused—pair of boots.

He would've much prefered sunny weather. And on top of that, he ended up sleeping in late again, another odd thing that kept happening recently. He found himself more tired than he'd ever been.

He didn't even know how he managed to survive every day.

Somehow he managed to spot Yoongi from a few blocks away. He figured that the boy was on his way somewhere and continued looking down, concentrating on getting his feet through the snow.

It was clearing on the sidewalk since the local street sellers and shopkeepers like to keep their entries shoveled.

Jimin took another step, wincing when his foot hit a puddle and it soaked right through the sole of his shoe. By now, Yoongi was practically in front of him. He could see the boy smiling from a mile away, it was so bright.

"Hello, it's nice to see you again."

Well, so much for him having to be somewhere. God knew that if he had time to talk to Jimin of all people, he surely had nowhere to be.

"Hi." Again, for the thousandth time, Jimin's mouth spoke without the consent of his brain. "How are you?"

For some reason, he felt the need to be more respectful now that he knew Yoongi was older than him. He could've sworn the boy was younger from the way he acted, but he wasn't.

Yoongi was... special.

Special in an immature kind of way. But maybe his expectations would change since he hadn't known him that long. If they got to know each other better—which he promised himself he wouldn't do, but here he was—maybe he would learn some things about his special type of immaturity.

But that was for another time since the older was currently standing in front of him with a stupid smile plastered on his face.

He also looked like he just said something.

Shit, he just said something?

"What?" Jimin caught himself thinking out loud.

"I didn't say anything." Yoongi grinned. He bit his lip, stifling a giggle. "You've been staring again."