march 5th
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Yoongi looks like Ronald Mcdonald again. He's standing in the back of the laundromat, praying to god that no one comes in. He looks and feels ridiculous, and he doesn't understand why he doesn't just throw both articles of clothing out and wear pajamas instead. It would save him the embarrasment of getting caught looking like a fucking clow.
It's just his luck too, because the universe seems hell bent on making his life a living hell, because no sooner does he turn around to load his second set of laundry in the washing machine, he can hear someone suddenly laughing from behind him. "Looking good, Hyung,"
Yoongi wants to scream. He's about as red as his shirt when he peers over his shoulder to find a smirking Jimin, decked out in a monochromatic fashions with his grey, plaid pj bottoms and his white long sleeve. Jimin has the right idea he thinks to himself. "Red and yellow...it's a good look for you," He's teasing him. Yoongi frowned and narrowed his eyes.
"I didn't have any other clean clothes," he pouted as Jimin joined his side, and set the basket down on the table behind them.
"I can see that," Jimin mused.
"Don't bully me,"
"Would I ever do that to you?" Jimin gasped, pretending to be hurt by such accusations. "You insult me, Min Yoongi,"
Yoongi's rolling his eyes.
He can then feel Jimin's hand on his forearm, tugging lightly at the sleeve of his shirt. Jimin's hand is very warm. He can feel his heat through the shirt's fabric. "Red looks good on you," he tells him. He's not teasing him with this statement. But then he smirks again, and mumbled out, "Really Ronald McDonald,"
"That's it, I'm ignoring you,"
Yoongi knows that Jimin knows he's only teasing him when he says he's ignoring him. They're sneaking glances at each other as they do their laundry in a comfortable silence. Yoongi's waiting patiently for his first load to be finished so he can slip out of his condiment looking clothes and into something much more comfortable. Jimin's throwing clothes into the washing machine. Yoongi can immediately tell their polar opposites by the amount of lights and pastels Jimin has. Almost all of his clothes are pitch black or various shades of black, and grey.
Yoongi feels different in that laundromat. It's not like being on the bus with Jimin, where they're constantly engaged in conversation, learning more and more about each other. Now they're enjoying each other's company in silence. There's no need to have a conversation, no need to fill the gaps. It's nice to just have Jimin close this way. Yoongi hopes he'll get to have more moments like this with Jimin.
As soon as the machine stops, Yoongi is snatching a pair of jeans out of the dryer, and Jimin is giving him an odd look as he slips off to the bathroom.
When he returns, he can hear Jimin choke on his spit. He's confused for a fraction of a second - he doesn't understand why Jimin is looking at him with wide eyes or why he's blushing furiously - but then he remembers that he's changed out of his dreaded yellow sweats and into a pair of black skinny jeans and that he's no longer wearing his shirt. He's holding it in his hands, leaving him shirtless and Jimin's eyes are glued to his chest.
Yoongi chuckled before shooting Jimin a wink and wandering back over his things.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer,"
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Must Have Been The Wind | Yoonmin
Fanfiction"Are you okay? I thought I hear something break," "I didn't hear anything," or in which Min Yoongi is curious about his neighbor and the sounds he's been hearing
