Tomorrow│YM

[15] Catawampus

The sweet artificial scent of green apple flooded Jimin's nostrils as he massaged sudsy drugstore shampoo into his hair. He tipped his head back and groaned as water engulfed him in a warm, comforting, good morning hug. Jimin all but burst into song.

Okay, he kinda did.

Namjoon had begun to include latin beats in his music rotation at Bangtan, and Jimin was into it. He rolled his body, smooth and carefree, pretending to know the words to his latest ear worm as he lathered every inch with cheap mango-scented body wash. He chuckled to himself, thinking that he probably smelled like a fruit salad.

Definitely not meadows and sunshine like someone had suggested.

Obviously, this morning was a stark point of contrast from the previous two. The reason was simple: Jimin was operating on a full night of uninterrupted sleep. Not once did he wake to a bump in the night. There was no rattling, no clangs, no booms, and absolutely no crashes.

When Jimin got home from his shift, he had every intention to get right to work at pumping up Yoongi's new mattress. The hybrid refused his services, however, insisting the fatigued human go to bed early and let him do it instead. Jimin put up a fight at first, craving that sweet hit of dopamine that came from helping others, but he surrendered when he realized that Yoongi was annoyingly stubborn when he wanted to be.

Jimin continued to sing himself as he stepped out of the shower and got dressed. He pushed open the door and released a dramatic puff of steam into the living room. His melody died in his throat when the condensation evaporated off his glasses, revealing an amused Yoongi, in his usual spot on the couch, looking at him with a solitary eyebrow quirked upwards. A mild smirk graced his lips; an image that was becoming increasingly familiar.

It was maddening. It made Jimin feel warm and self-conscious and he wished Yoongi would cut it out already.

He narrowed his eyes at the hybrid.

Unaffected, Yoongi's smirk grew. "Someone seems well rested," he goaded cheerfully.

Jimin felt his annoyance melting away the longer he glared at the affable hybrid. "Do they?" he retorted, biting back his own smile. "Can't imagine why."

Yoongi beamed, flashing a sliver of his gums. "Me neither," he hummed, shrugging innocently. "You have a nice voice."

Jimin's heart skipped a beat and his face began to flush. Covering his embarrassment with an exaggerated huff, he retreated to the kitchen where yet another impeccable dish awaited him; uniform apple and orange slices, carefully fanned out on a bed of neatly compacted rice. While the lighter breakfast suited him perfectly, he noted that an empty bowl was already in the drying rack next to the sink. He hoped the malnourished hybrid ate something a little more substantial.

"You're running low on... well, everything." Yoongi commented, sitting at the table. He looked down at a scrap piece of paper that Jimin didn't recognize. "I, uh, made a list like you asked." Reluctantly, he pushed the paper across the table. 

Jimin couldn't help but smile at how nervous the hybrid seemed over a grocery list. He sat down, scooped a generous helping of fluffy rice into his mouth and scanned the messy handwriting, humming as he chewed. Given Yoongi's culinary skills, there was something precious about how basic it was. "No meat?" he probed after swallowing.

Yoongi frowned. "Expensive."

"I can afford meat," Jimin scoffed, "and I'm sure you need protein." Being part carnivorous feline, he thought to himself. "Hell, I need protein," he added out loud. "Don't worry about it, though. We can grab whatever's on special when we go." He looked up at the digital clock on the stove. "Which will have to be tomorrow, since Jin and Tae are gunna be here soon."