11:50 p.m.
January is at its end and Yoongi hasn't done anything on his bucket list yet. He hasn't worked out more (even though he swears that walking to and from work in this weather is a workout all on its own), he hasn't fixed his car or the alarm system. Yoongi doesn't even know why fixing the alarm system is even on his list; there's nothing wrong with it. He hasn't asked Jin too teach him how to cook and worst of all, he still hasn't spoken to Park Jimin yet.
Yoongi swears up and down that this will be the year that he does it. He just hasn't had the opportunity to do so yet. He's waiting for the perfect time, but that time might never come and Yoongi could be waiting for forever or until it's too late.
He sits in front of the window, watching Jimin go about his nightly routine. He makes his coffee or tea or whatever it is that he drinks, he grabs his book and sits in the window seat to read. Yoongi wants to hear him read aloud. He doesn't like to read really but he's sure that if Park Jimin read to him, he'd read more often.
Yoongi yawns. He picks himself up off the ground, takes one more look out the window and smiles. "Goodnight Jimin."
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The Boy Next Door | Yoonmin ✔
FanfictionPreviously titled "Orange Mint" ________________ Jimin likes poetry, music and a cute boy with mint green hair that lives in the apartment building across from his. Yoongi hates liars, the cold, and the fact that he knows nothing about Park Jimin, t...
