black magic | vmin

eighteen

jimin's small hand slip around the door knob and open the door to the entrance of their dorm. the place is a bit quiet but pleasant to hear, the living room was neat enough to have a cozy atmosphere.

jimin walks little on his way to his room but to his surprise, he saw namjoon on his way. he greeted his hyung with a smile and the hyung nodded back, jimin asked his hyung where is he going and his hyung would probably answer 'studio'

namjoon's been a busy guy and to tell you honestly, jimin's been worried about him, he never catch up with him during a steamy afternoon, during the cold night and during the new morning. he wonders if his hyung was actually still alive by every moment

jimin smiled faintly at the older and he start biding his farewell onto him and leave. jimin was left all alone in the painted cream living room and it was dull and quiet, jimin just went from a sorrowful talk with baekhyun and he doesn't want to bring it up the same feeling as the room itself, he quietly sat on the soft cushion and feel its smooth texture. the smoothness felt like home and a trail smell of fabric conditioner and strawberries haunted his nose.

strawberries, it was the same smell he scented when taehyung bothered him dearly for the first time after he drank the forbidden drink. it was sweet like sugar and pink, just like how his eyes glow whenever he is with jimin. jimin soak his self deeper to the soft cushion and can't help but feel touched from taehyung's big and slender hands, it maybe delusions but it felt so real

jimin reflected those smiles, those giggles, and everything taehyung would do beautiful. taehyung in one word is an art, a masterpiece. a masterpiece that every artist would love, a masterpiece that even the artists of the renaissance period would agree to.

jimin smiled bitterly, the fact synching into him. he sighed deeply and curl himself on the couch almost sniffling, he'll miss him

he'll fucking miss taehyung so much.

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with a thought suddenly creeping up onto his mind, jimin decided to surprise his boyfriend, before the time. jimin called a few people to organize something for him and start negotiating with them. jimin thanked the person on the other line and turn it off, he rest his squishy face onto his palm as he stare blankly at the window, today he interacted less with taehyung much for a reason he is busy.

he swings his legs under the table weightlessly and can't help but feel himself floating up. as he swings he recklessly hits his foot under it and he can't help but wince over the pain.

he sighed and start pulling his seat out of the table and stands up, he look over the time to see, it was 49 minutes before 5pm. jimin almost choke up and he starts moving

he run towards the bathroom to fix his self— he takes a quick shower and went straight in his closet to pick the most suitable and beautiful clothing he have. he starts digging every section of his drawer until he caught an eye of his sweater, it was a gucci sweater.

he remembers taehyung giving this to him during his birthday and he thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever received. he remember when taehyung handed it to him and the both of them don't know if they should hug because taehyung kept spreading his arms wide to gave jimin a hug but jimin kept swinging all around his place and he doesn't know what to react over taehyung's actions. jimin chuckled remembering the thought, his small hands grip the sweater tightly and start hugging it

the scent smells like strawberries and fresh wood carven, it was so refreshing and relaxing, how he wish he could smell it forever. jimin wears the clothing and pair it with jeans and sneakers, he went to the mirror to see his whole appearance and he was happy that it look nice