𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 // 𝙥𝙟𝙢

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I lifted my head from my notebook laying on our table, looking up a mesmerized Jimin. I stretched and let my hair fall down my back, yawning in the process.

"How much work do we have left?" I asked. He got up from his side of the table and kneeled next to my chair, pointing at where we need to fill in.

We have been working for the past 3 hours non-stop. It's only 5, but it feels like it's already 9. As Jimin points to each of the points of where we should be working, I started to feel some sort of tension.

Not because we had a problem or anything of that sort, but he...

"Would you two like something to eat? I'm gonna go out for a bit and I'll be back in time to drop Jimin off." Namjoon interrupted in a groan, running his fingers through his hair and putting his glasses on.

I sighed and turned to Jimin who was looking at me, cocking his head to the side in confusion. "He asked if you would like anything to eat while he's out for a bit." I signed and earned a shallow no.

"You're free to go Joon. He doesn't want anything. BUT! Get me strawberry milk please and thank you" I exaggerated, a slight raise in my voice while talking.

"Alright. I'll be back in about....hm 30 minutes? So you and Jimin hurry with that project alright?" Namjoon replied, coming over to give me a sibling hug and soon walk out the door.

I turned over to Jimin who had already walked back to his seat, getting something out of his backpack. "What you getting Jimin?" I signed in curiosity, earning a smile back.

"Colored pencils. I don't want to color with marker." He replied, taking out his large pack of expensive colored pencils. "Oh okay. Well, I can do the drawing if you want me to or we can do it together."

He gave me a small wave so I could come next to him, and of course, I made a small jog right to behind him, looking at where he's pointing on our board.

"I will draw on this side and you draw here and here." I looked at him and more closely this time, seeing how his face was concentrated on the board.

But, I also noticed his luscious lashes and how plump his lips were. How his nose was shaped so...right in a way. How his eyes were small but hold so much emotion.

He looked right up and into my eyes. I didn't dare move my sight away from his face and took this time to explore his gaze. "I'm going to have to draw you soon, Park Jimin." I said with a grin, turning away from him with a small blush and to the colored pencils, avoiding his own gaze from mine to not cause more tension.

I grab the colored pencils I wanted to use and dragged a chair right next to Jimin's chair, leaning over to the board and sometimes even brushing against Jimin, making my blush intense.

I glided over the empty spaces of the board, putting in small Sakura flowers down my side, making sure to bring life to the picture.

I was immersed into my drawings, feeling new emotions that resemble blooming. I made sure to describe that feeling in my illustrations, not paying attention to what Jimin was doing.

My fingers were used to blend certain parts of the drawing, and soon become stained with pink. I was so focused on getting these drawings done and fully colored that I didn't notice how Jimin was already done and staring at me.

Making my finishing touches, I finally finish the drawings and sigh in satisfaction. "I'm done!" I turn to Jimin with a smile, earning a dashing smile back.

"The flowers look beautiful, Y/N."  He says, looking down at my probably overly detailed Sakura flowers.

"Thank you, Jimin." I respond with a blush, reaching my hands to grasp his. I draw small circles on his hands, not sure why, but I still do.

He was such a bright person. I'm not sure why he doesn't have a lot of friends.

Right as I open my mouth to ask about him, Namjoon comes crashing through the door with a bunch of bags.

"I need some help here." He says in a struggle. I let go of Jimin's soft hands and go over to Namjoon, grabbing a bunch of the bags like nothing and putting them on the kitchen counter.

"Groceries?" I ask, earning a nod back from my brother.

I turn to Jimin, raising my hands to sign "Would you like to stay for dinner? I'm making kimchi fried rice tonight."

"Sure," He says without signing, making me smile a bit from hearing his voice. His voice gave off a high pitch sense but it really was mellow and smooth.

A perfect mix.

I grab all of the ingredients I need out of the bags and push the remaining groceries to Namjoon who continued to put away the groceries.

I go over to the fridge, leaning down and scooting Namjoon away. Looking around the fridge, I finally find what I was looking for. My homemade kimchi.

I grab it out and go back to the counter and wash my hands, preparing to make the food for three people.

Right as I open the package that I sealed my kimchi in, I turn and see a broad chest in front of me and look up.

Jimin.

"What's up?" I say, cocking my head to the side softly.

"Want some help? Your brother is busy doing whatever he's doing." He signs, giving me a small grin.

A grin grows on my face as well, excited for some help. Namjoon never helps me because he can't cook for the life of him. Gosh, I can't even let him pick up a knife before he cuts himself.

"Sure. Do you know how to cook?" I ask curiously. I mean he's deaf and lives by himself, who knows what he's capable of.

"I had to learn how to live somehow right?" He signs with a chuckle, turning over to grab the ingredients and the utensils that we need.

So he really does know what he's doing.

He starts to chop everything easily and put the veggies together in a separate bowl, giving me time to put in the remaining things in the pan and my seasonings.

I nod my head over to him, signaling to put his cut veggies into the pan. He does swiftly and goes back to where he was to clean his space.

I cook the food heartfully and prepare the dishes, placing the kimchi fried rice in three bowls with ice water.

Placing all of the bowls and cups on the table, I have a large smile on my face. Although I love art, I love cooking as well. It reminds me of before my mom turned cold and those heartfelt moments that I wouldn't let be tainted by my trauma.

"Come on butthead!" I called to Namjoon, seeing him drag himself then soon turn back into a professional state as he remembers there is a guest.

We all sit down and start to eat, my face heating from a blush of how good it came out. "We did a good job, huh?" I signed to Jimin, earning a small chuckle and thumbs up.

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