... And Other Ships

JinMin: Ours

That was the only Taylor Swift song Seokjin liked, but he liked it much better when the cute boy with silver hair sang it. 

Seokjin was never really one for mangas, but his best friend's boyfriend pretty much begged him to read Tokyo Ghoul. So there he was in the local bookstore, crouching to be eye-level with the many volumes of Boku No Hero Academia, Black Butler, and many other mangas to find the first book to Tokyo Ghoul. 

There was only one other person in the aisle with him, which was the skinny, silver-haired male employee quietly singing Ours by Taylor Swift to himself. His voice was rather high-pitched, but very pleasant to listen to -- it wasn't like nearly as high or annoying as every high school girl's in all of South Korea, nor was it like every high-pitched man's voice, either. It was uniquely his, and Seokjin liked it a lot. 

"Can I help you with something, sir?" 

Seokjin didn't even realize the singing had stopped and the employee had gotten closer to him. He jumped out of his skin and straightened up, cheeks aflame when he realized the skinny boy was giggling at his reaction. 

"Oh, I'm alright. I'm just looking for the first book of Tokyo Ghoul," he muttered, scratching the back of his hand gently. 

The employee nodded and made his way back over to his cardboard box full of random mangas, pulling out book one of Tokyo Ghoul. "We always have to restock this one, since new readers buy them every day," he explained, handing it out for Seokjin to take. 

Seokjin nodded, accepting the book with a smile. "Thank you," he squinted to read the name tag clipped to a royal blue lanyard, "Jimin." 

Jimin gave him a smile in return, bowing respectfully. "Of course. I hope you enjoy it!" 

They both turned to head their separate ways, but just before Seokjin stepped out of the aisle, he turned back around. "Hey, Jimin?" 

The boy looked up from the box again. "Yes?" 

"You have a beautiful voice." 

Jimin was left standing by his box with bright pink cheeks and a rapid heartbeat. 

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"Jiminie, you're going to get me in trouble," Taehyung just about whined when his best friend leaned over the bar to steal a straw, "You don't even need a straw! You have a hot drink!" 

"I know, but I need something to keep me occupied for the moment," Jimin mumbled, using the straw as a drumstick against the marble counter. 

Ever since the day he saw that tall, dreamy man with the widest shoulders he'd ever seen, Jimin just couldn't sit still. He fidgeted so much that at one point, Taehyung threw a fidget spinner at him to get him to stop messing with his peripheral vision. 

"Babe, if this is about that guy you saw at the bookstore, I --"

"He's so dreamy, Tae!" Jimin insisted, earning an eyeroll. "I've never seen someone that attractive before. He'd probably win Hottest Man of the Year." 

Taehyung snorted, batting Jimin's hand away from his workspace. "He can't be hotter than me. I'd win Hottest Man of the Year, although that one Ukrainian guy was pretty hot last year." 

The bell over the door to the cafe rang, signaling a customer. Three men all around the same height walked in and approached the cash register. Jimin watched as Taehyung smiled at all of them. 

"Hi, Seokjin-hyung," he sang, already typing in the older man's usual order. He glanced up from the screen for a second, obviously hiding a blush as he locked eyes with the shortest one. "H-hi, Hoseok-hyung."