Yellow. 💛 Yoonmin.

6. ❤️💛

I'm writing this at work. (In a bathroom stall)
I'm tired of my life. Lol.

Jimin had completed his morning routine and was waiting, not so patiently for his expected guest, who had texted him that he was on his way. To say he was excited would be the understatement of the century. And he was also just as nervous.

It would have been easier if TaeHyung would've been around.  He would have made it less awkward. But TaeHyung went out with Jin and NamJoon.

What would he say? How would he act? Sure, they had met twice already, and they'd been texting a lot. But it wasn't the same as seeing each other, in the same house, for a long time. Hours.  What if Yoongi found him weird and didn't want to see him again after that? 
Why am I even nervous? It's not like we're gonna be dating or anything. We're just friends after all. 
Liar.
Whatever.

His internal conflict was interrupted by a knock on the door. He looked up so fast that he almost hurt himself.
This is it.    
Let's do this.
He said to himself, like he was preparing for some serious challenge.

"Hey, Hyung." Jimin greeted, as he opened the door to find the orange haired male who was wearing a yellow shirt, under a black leather jacket, with black ripped jeans.
"Hello, Blondie." Yoongi replied and smiled at Jimin's blush. And the smile made Jimin smile in return. It was a beautiful, gummy smile.
"Precious." Yoongi muttered to himself, upon seeing Jimin's pretty eyes turn into tiny crescents and his cute reddened cheeks, lift up and turn even rounder as his full, pillowy lips widened in a pretty smile that showed a little bit of his beautifully imperfect front teeth. His heart fluttered a little.

Jimin didn't hear him though. He invited him in. "Thanks." Yoongi said, and lifted up two boxes.
"Hyung! You brought donuts and coffee!"
"Yeah. I couldn't just come empty handed, and I figured we might get hungry, right?
"You're the best Hyung."
That smile again. Yoongi willed himself to stay calm and not coo, or attack the small boy with hugs and kisses to those chubby cheeks.
"I know." He said with a smirk.
"Cocky much?" Jimin retorted, to which Yoongi just chuckled.

Jimin led Yoongi to the little light blue couch in their little sitting room and Yoongi couldn't help but find it all cute. Just like Jimin.

They sat and placed their refreshment boxes on the coffee table. They both dug in, while catching up on their week, laughing about the funny things that had happened, and ranting about what stressed them out, and then laughing at each other. Before they knew it, they were done with the food.

"So, what should we do now?" Jimin asked after the last bite of donut was eaten and the last drop of coffee sipped.
"I don't know, you come up with something, you're the host."
"Watch a movie?" Jimin suggested.
"Alright, fine by me." Yoongi shrugged.
"Alright. I'll go get my laptop, be right back."

Yoongi took the opportunity to look around.
He was pretty sure the place was decorated by Jimin.

Though it was painted plain off white color of the dorms in general, it still gave off yellow vibes. There was a very unmistakable homey smell of lemon air freshener, adding to the yellowiness  of the place.

There was a long wooden shelf on the wall that held tiny artificial potted yellow flowers, and some pictures of Jimin and TaeHyung.

Jimin looked particularly skinny- maybe even unhealthy- and unhappy, in one picture. His smile was clearly plastered on as it didn't reach his sunken, red rimmed eyes, which instead, had a  faraway look in them.  His collarbones jutting out of the abnormally loose fitting black sweater he wore.

Yoongi concluded there and then that neither the color black, the emotion-sad, suited Jimin.
He had so many questions about that picture, but decided not to ask. It wasn't even the time for such questions.

(a/n: I'm a liar, I'm sorry. Jimin looks wickedly stunning in black! 😫)

In another picture, Jimin was looking much healthier. TaeHyung and Jimin were facing each other, holding ice cream cones, with TaeHyung trying to lick his melting pink ice cream off his other hand, and Jimin who was laughing at him, (his eyes almost disappearing) with his own cone of the dessert; yellow, just dripping away. The picture made him smile, they looked messily happy. Now, that's Jimin. He thought.

The other pictures were of more recent versions Jimin or TaeHyung.

On another wall, there were yellow butterfly wall stickers, with blue veins. About 9 of them, arranged into some kind of a triangle. Yoongi smiled, yet again.

Shortly after, Jimin returned with a black laptop with tiny, different yellow flower stickers on the back. He placed the laptop on the tiny coffee table- in front of the couch- and sat on the carpet, in between.

He connected the laptop to the internet, then went on Netflix, looking for a good watch.

Yoongi couldn't help but notice the little things of Jimin, like his small hand with short chubby fingers that seemed to always have those thin rings on them. How often he'd squint his eyes to focus, the occasional licking of his lips, and how he'd catch the plumper bottom lip in between his teeth, not really chewing or biting it, just holding it there, to gently suck on it. His one chipped tooth and one slightly crooked tooth.
So many beautiful things that made up one beautiful boy.

"I found something." Jimin spoke up.
"Finally." Yoongi said, trying to play it cool and make it seem like he wasn't just absorbing every of the younger boy's minute details.
Jimin simply chuckled and played the movie.

Five minutes into the movie, "I think we should get more comfortable, my neck hurts in this position." Yoongi complained. He had been watching from his seated position on the couch.
"Oh. Sorry Hyung."  Jimin then got up.
They moved the coffee table away, a bit and took the laptop to the carpet and laid side by side before it
"Comfy?"
"Yeah."

They continued with their movie.
Somehow, Yoongi could only concentrate on the boy laying so close to him. He had a faint but alluring lemon-pineapple scent that smelled so good. (Dafuq am I writing? I imagine that'd smell nice though.) His hair too smelled like flowers; his shampoo. Before he could stop himself, he raised his hand and buried it in Jimin's hair, running his finger through it. It was even softer than he imagined.

Jimin tensed under the touch. "Your hair just looks and smells so good. It's even softer than I imagined." And at those words, the rigidity in Jimin's body loosened out and he relaxed into the touch. Then as he processed the words, he started to blush.

He had even forgotten about the hair. That compliment came at the best time, in the best way possible.
"Th- thanks, hyung." He stuttered out shyly, and he couldn't help himself as he leaned into the gentle touch in his hair and savored the gentle feel of Yoongi's fingers brushing his scalp ever so lightly, before sliding out of his hair, continuously.

Suddenly, the door opened with a loud bang, and an even louder voice yelling;
"HOBI IN THE BUILDING!!!!!"

So, the weirdest shit happened at work.
At first, it was boring as usual. The next thing you know, my boss is yelling at us and we're running around looking for a missing file. (We found it. Phew!) 
Then at the close of work, he hands out money to us all. Nothing much, but enough to surprise us all. ( I mean, free money. Duh!)
And then he gave us the rest of the week off.
I'm worried that it's a dream. But the cold, hard cash in my hand is keeping me convinced. 😂😂
     Like.... It was so crazy.
I squealed in the bathroom. 🤭
I'm happy-ish.
Now I'm back home and alone. 🙂

Been trying to publish since 6 pm.