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sevenkookiejars · 6 years ago

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"What are you doing sprawled out on the sidewalk?"+Yoonmin

Pairing: YoonMin (Yoongi x Jimin)Prompt: “What are you doing sprawled out on the sidewalk?” AU Rating: PGWord Count: 1,681A/N: hello anon, thank you for requesting this (if you still follow me, this is for you) ^~^ hope that all of you yoonmin fans out there can enjoy this tiny bit of fluff right here!Yoongi glances both ways down the path outside his dorm building before stepping carefully down the last step.

It’s summer break now and the campus is quiet at 8:20AM. The early risers with classes to get to are safely seated in lecture halls and classrooms 20 minutes ago, and everyone else is still tucked up in bed fast asleep. And yeah, when Yoongi says ‘everyone else’, he’s talking about the pathetic souls who are stuck on campus instead of visiting home or touring the world. Including himself, yes.

The sidewalks are void of people for as far as Yoongi can see, the only sounds being the distant chirp of birds and the occasional whisper of a summer breeze. No one’s going to walk through this area, he’s pretty certain. He’s done his homework - woke up at 8AM for the past week and literally no one, except a stray kitten on one of the days, walks past his block after 8:05AM. The next crowd comes at 8:45AM, so he’s safe. For at least 20 minutes, that is.

Slowly, Yoongi crouches down. He dusts a stray leaf aside, scans the ground once more before sitting. The concrete is warm from the morning sun. Yoongi’s found this perfect spot bathed in the soft warmth of light, just large enough to accommodate him lying down with his limbs outspread. So that’s exactly what he does.

The ground is uncomfortably hard as expected of a cement path and now Yoongi’s wondering if it has yet to fully dry from the morning dew. He’s pretty sure he feels a slight dampness near his butt, but maybe it’s just his imagination.

He checks his phone. A minute. Only a minute’s passed and Yoongi already hates this. This is all Taehyung fault. If only Taehyung knew how to keep his mouth shut instead of announcing out loud that Yoongi is, and Yoongi quotes, “like a featherless white chicken”, he wouldn’t be here.

To be fair, it’s an inside joke they share from getting overly tipsy drinking in their dorm room once - Yoongi the featherless white chicken and Taehyung the roasted chicken. It was funny then, okay? But it’s not funny when Taehyung the loudhailer practically proclaimed it with glee in front of your old crush. Ex-crush, but still. Namjoon was nice enough to hold his laugh back, but Yoongi was embarrassed.

Yoongi tried to ignore it; he really did. But it ended as well as him trying to ignore Taehyung forever, which simply put, is failing miserably. Because Yoongi’s mind is about as persistent as The Ultimate Roommate Kim Taehyung, who basically invades Yoongi’s half of the room every other minute, whines and annoys him whenever possible, and has no sense of personal space.

So, forgetting wasn’t an option. The only other one would be to face it. And of all people, Yoongi turned to Taehyung. “Just bask in the sunlight!” is what Taehyung exclaimed. “You know, like how Soonshim loves to nap out on the warm dirt in the afternoon sun?“

"Soonshim’s still fucking white though,” Yoongi replied then, rolling his eyes. “Same difference,” Taehyung waved his hand vaguely at Yoongi. “You’re missing the point."

Yeah, okay so Yoongi really doesn’t get how Taehyung’s mind works sometimes, but what he does know is that he regrets asking Taehyung for his opinion. Because of course Yoongi’s mind is gripping to it like a lifeline and wouldn’t let go until he actually does it.

Which brings Yoongi back to now. Him, a pathetic college kid not spending summer out on a beach tanning but rather, desperately attempting to be less of the pasty white he is while lying on the sidewalk. Pathetic, really.

Yoongi’s about to lift his phone to check on the time, silently praying for it to be nearing his planned 20 minutes, when his ears pick up shuffling footsteps.

Yoongi freezes. Oh god no.

The footsteps get louder. No no no no no. Yoongi’s sure no one ever walks by at this time. Unless he stayed too long?

It’s so loud now. Yoongi honestly wants to sink into the ground and become one with the cement. Maybe if he wishes hard enough, he’d camouflage with the footpath and no one will ever realize he’s there.

Please don’t see me. Please don’t see me. Please don’t-

"Hey.” Yoongi really wants to cry. Fuck, this is all Kim Taehyung’s fault.

“Hey, are you okay?” Someone crouches down beside Yoongi and taps him twice on the shoulder. Maybe if he pretends to sleep, this guy will walk away.

“Oh god, are you okay?” The voice pitches a notch up. Yoongi gets shaken on both shoulders now. “Wake up please,” the voice says. “Please don’t tell me you collapsed out here."

Yoongi’s starting to wonder why the voice sounds so worried. They’re strangers, why would anyone care? Also, can’t a man take a nap on the sidewalk?

"Doctor,” the voice says. “Hang in there, I’ll get you to the doctor, alright?” Arms grab Yoongi under his armpits from the back and start to lift him.

Oh god, no. Yoongi’s senses kick in as the person behind pushes him into a sitting position. His eyes fly open.

“Fuck, no.” Yoongi doesn’t even realize he’s spoken until the stranger’s hands freeze. With much dignity as he can muster, Yoongi spins around, a perfect tale of being so exhausted after his morning run that he had to lie down on the footpath on the tip of his tongue. Nevermind that he spun the story in three seconds flat.

He’s going for a sheepish smile, but the second his eyes land on the very stunned expression of the boy before him, Yoongi’s mind immediately goes blank. Because of all the people in this huge college campus, it just has to be the one and only Park Jimin. Two-year international inter-college swimming gold medalist and the rising star scouted onto the national swim team to represent South Korea. Simply put, mini-celebrity, Nation’s Boyfriend Park Jimin, who is now blinking away his shock and lowering his outstretched hands to his side.

Yoongi stares unblinking as Jimin rubs the back of his neck with a small, embarrassed smile. “Sorry,” Jimin starts. “I thought you passed out right there.��

Fuck, he’s so cute. Yoongi’s going to go to hell for cursing at the country’s favourite boy. “Umm,” Yoongi says unintelligibly, and feels like slapping himself. “I was taking a nap?"

Jimin blinks once, twice. "On the footpath,” Yoongi adds, and wishes right there and then that a branch would break above and strike him in the head. Hoseok laughs at Yoongi’s social inadequacy all the time. Yoongi only realises how big a problem it is right about now. He sounds like an idiot and Jimin’s going to think he’s weird as hell and walk away. Yoongi doesn’t know why but his heart drops a little at that.

But against everything Yoongi’s predicts, Jimin starts to giggle, before breaking into a full laugh that has him doubled over, hair flopping into his eyes.

Yoongi watches confused as Jimin tries to catch his breath, noting with dismay that yes, Jimin’s even cute when he laughs. Not that Yoongi didn’t already know that. Yeah sue him for watching all of Jimin’s interviews on YouTube but who can resist the nation’s sweetheart?

“Sorry,” Jimin wheezes. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re really funny?” He looks up at Yoongi then, gaze bright.

Dazed, Yoongi shakes his head slowly. Jimin hasn’t left, he’s still crouching with a gym bag beside him, it’s strap haphazardly strewn, like Jimin had flung it off when he’d stopped to help Yoongi up.

Yoongi’s eyes follow Jimin as he stands, slinging his bag over his shoulder. He offers his hand to Yoongi. “Need a hand?"

Jimin’s hand is warm as he pulls Yoongi to his feet. He doesn’t let go, instead choosing to shake it once with a grin. "Park Jimin,” he says, and Yoongi almost blurts out I know, because really, you’d have to be living outside civilisation to not have heard this name. “Didn’t catch your name earlier."

"Min Yoongi,” Yoongi says, surprised at how steady his voice sounds.

“Oh?” Jimin tilts his head, lips pursed. “Min Yoongi,” he says, syllables smooth and nope, nope, nope, Min Yoongi, don’t you dare blush - you’re twenty-five, not fifteen for God’s sake.

Jimin’s eyes light up. “Min Yoongi! As in Kim Taehyung’s mysterious roommate, Min Yoongi?"

Internally, Yoongi groans. Fucking Kim Taehyung. Pulling his lips into what he hopes is a lopsided smile, Yoongi shrugs. "The one and only, I guess."

"I’ve always wanted to meet you in person.” What? Park Jimin wanted to meet him? “Taehyung mentions you a whole lot."

Jimin starts walking. Unconsciously, Yoongi follows. "All good things I hope."

"He said you’re grumpy as hell in the morning, drink your coffee black like your soul, and that you always push him away but you secretly love his hugs.”

"That brat,” Yoongi mutters without bite. Jimin laughs at that and Yoongi can’t help but smile. Get a grip, Min Yoongi. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Hoseok’s laughter rings the same way it did when Yoongi became a stuttering mess the first time he met Namjoon all those years ago.

“He also said that you’re the biggest softie but also the coolest DJ he’s ever known.” Jimin turns to him, frowning. “He never told me you’re this cute though.” Yoongi almost trips over his feet. “I’d have pestered Tae to let me meet you sooner."

Yoongi feels the tip of his ears turn hot. "I’m not cute,” he retorts weakly.

“You’re even cuter when you’re blushing,” Jimin says. Yoongi’s official lost all ability to reply coherently. There’s a pause as Jimin waits for a reply before he glances over to gauge Yoongi’s reaction.

“Hey hyung,” Jimin starts. He nudges Yoongi lightly with his shoulder. It takes an immense effort for Yoongi to turn and meet Jimin’s gaze.

"I’ve got swim practice now, but are you free to grab a coffee at say, eleven?"

A/N: Thank you for reading this fic! I’ve honestly never written a yoonmin fic before so here’s me trying it out with an awkward Min Yoongi and nation’s sweetheart (where is the lie) Park Jimin. If you guys have read my older fics and are still here reading this one, thank you so so much for the support!

Send me a prompt and a bangtan pairing, I’ll write you a short fic ♡

(though to be fair, there are 10 requests sitting in my ask that I haven’t gotten about to writing, so yeah, I really might take forever with these - someone find me back my lost inspiration please)

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