grim ; yoonmin [original]

053

053

JIMIN takes his time to look around yoongi's room.

everything was bright.

"this is a huge contrast your entire persona." jimin couldn't help the smile beginning to form on his lips as he took in everything.

the very essence of the room reminded jimin of a lake on a cloudless, sunny day. the curtains were drawn apart enough to see the balcony doors were pulled open.
the light, opaque drapes fluttered softly whenever there was a gust of wind.

yoongi had replaced his black and red bedding for white and gold instead.

the room was neat, spotless, and welcoming.

a scent that was similar to something floral and earthy wafted throughout the room. the boy couldn't help but inhale deeply, eyeing the incense that was burning on a wooden table in the corner.

"you always surprise me, yoongi."

he was led to the bed.

"can you believe we only met a few months ago?" the reaper's voice was small, making jimin's heart stutter. he loved the sound of yoongi's voice in whatever tone it held.

the inclinations when he spoke always had jimin in a trance. he loved the way the older's voice was spell-like.

in the same way, yoongi could listen to jimin talk for hours. the boy's voice was whimsical and playful whenever he was excited about something, while low and beckoning whenever he was serious.

"i was just going to talk to you," yoongi started up again, "but i think i might just show you everything instead."

"what do you mean?"

they sat across from each other; yoongi at the headboard and jimin's back to the entirety of the room. yoongi's clothed knees were touching jimin's bare ones.

"you'll see." he took jimin's small hands into his own, lacing his elegantly slender fingers in the other's shorter, chubbier ones.

"i'm scared." jimin exhaled making his voice air. yoongi gave a reassuring grip on the nervous boy's hands—a sign that he'd be okay; that yoongi wouldn't hurt him.

"just close your eyes."

jimin listened.

the light in the room was replaced with the shadows of his eyelids and he was engulfed in darkness.

something strange coursed throughout his body. a tingling sensation filled with warmth holding something dangerous in it, causing him to feel a chill snake down his spine. he felt as if his nerves were heightened as the presence of yoongi's hands on his own became heavier.

the hyperawareness he felt was soon replaced by a sudden drop. he felt as if he had plummeted but he couldn't bring himself to make out a sound nor open his eyes.

a flash overtook his once dark vision and heat spread across his skin in fiery licks.

the blinding white flash was accompanied by a high pitched ringing in both of his ears. he felt fatigued and filled to the brim with lead and cement.

the ringing and the blindness faded out slowly and the scenery of a green landscape with a crystalline lake situated in the middle came into focus.

the sounds of nature, awake and prospering, lulled a tune in his ears.

he found himself standing in grass reaching up to his hips. he ran his fingers over the dense blades before staring out at the scene once more.

a figure at the lake caught his eyes and he couldn't help but call out to the person crouched at the bank.

"min yoongi?"

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last one for today (:

but holy min holly grim almost has 4k reads in almost 3 days i'm confused