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Title: 33%
Pairing: Yoongi/Jimin
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Word Count: 1679
a fic prompt i saw on tumblr and thought it was too cute not to write. so credits go to whoever made this prompt.
Yoongi had given Jimin his phone number in case of emergencies - and even then that was reluctantly. Emergencies being he couldn’t figure out an answer to a pre calculus question or his calculator didn’t work or some shit like that, which would be a legitimate reason for Jimin contact the elder. However, the constant text messages he’s receiving from the underclassman is enough to drive him crazy to the point he hasn’t even been looking in the phone’s direction despite its constant buzzing.
Maybe it’s something he needs help with now, probably not because it’s Park Jimin who talks more than the teacher and smiles more than a normal human - even on Mondays it’s all crescent eyes and toothy grins. Yoongi absolutely hates Mondays and Park Jimin on Mondays. Well, not necessarily hate but enough annoyance to ignore him all throughout their third period class.
Or for the rest of the day until Tuesday rolls around, which is in Yoongi’s opinion a way more coherent day of the week compared to Monday.
Maybe Yoongi isn’t thought of as the hyung who is as affectionate as Hoseok or into as much skinship that Taehyung would like. Though, he’s definitely not the social one out of their group of friends but that doesn’t stop the playful banter he shares with Jimin who despite Yoongi’s seemingly harsh words takes it lightly. He has to admit that the kid has been stuck to Yoongi’s hip since his freshman year. It’s odd, really odd.
Yet again Park Jimin’s whole existence to Yoongi is a mystery itself so he tries not to dwell on it too much.
He’s also trying really hard not to dwell on the annoying phone but it’s hard when it’s the only sound that fills up the silent room. Usually he would turn it off with no regrets or even reply with hasty words that could cause someone to never text him again, but this is Jimin and no matter how hard he actually wanted to (he doesn’t want to by the way) he couldn’t be genuinely mean.
Or maybe he could because right now he’s one hundred percent sure that Jimin is calling him from the repetitive vibrations that are coming from his right. Groaning, he opens his eyes and rolls over to the bedside table where the device is charging to see a picture of Jimin flashing on his screen and when the fuck did he take that picture?
Immediately pressing the decline button he unlocks to see the drastic amount of texts that he’s received. Pictures of Jimin pouting is the first which leaves Yoongi automatically snorting because of his ridiculous pout and furrowed brows; it’s not cute, Yoongi would never say Jimin is cute.
Maybe endearing, that’s the farthest he would go. Because no matter whom Park Jimin meets, he leaves a last impression: his abs, his baby face (which may or may not be slightly attractive) or his voice that’s higher than Yoongi’s deep one but at the same time is… Endearing.
Scrolling up there are more pictures of various faces that Jimin had practiced before sending with small messages that have nothing to do with the picture, at all.
Hyung, let’s go eat.
I’ll pay, please?
Hyuuuuuungnim.
Shit, if Yoongi had known Jimin was going to pay for them to eat earlier he would of definitely replied. Maybe an hour is too late and a bit rude.
His phone’s ringing again, another text, scrolling him back to the bottom of their messages.
Hyung, I’m bored. Let me call you.
Yoongi typing a quick, “no.” unplugs the phone from the outlet and begins scrolling through his SNS. People from his school, people he hasn’t seen in years pop up. It’s weird how they’re all connected on this one thing. They’re all smiling in the pictures they post or complain about their teachers and the assignments they give.
His phone freezes while he’s hovering over a picture of some girl that’s probably in their grade, maybe. Then there’s Jimin calling again, his picture of his classic smile. It’s annoying how it’s there buzzing in his hands and disturbing his daily social media so he answers and it’s definitely not because Yoongi is curious to why he’s calling the most antisocial hyung of their clique.
“What?” The answer is a bit harsh but then again it’s how Yoongi is always answering the phone.
“I’m bored, hyung.” His voice is a bit deeper than usual and Yoongi’s greeting had left him unfazed as usual.
“I’m going to hang up on you.”
“No! Just talk to me for a bit hyung?”
That statement leaves Yoongi scoffing, “I didn’t give you my number to entertain you, Park Jimin.”
“Fine,” The line goes quiet for a second, not even Jimin’s breathing can be heard and Yoongi is really debating whether or not to hang up on him right now, “Help me.”
Yoongi replies a little bit too quickly, “Help you with what?”
“Calculus?” His tone is questioning but Yoongi knows he has a smug smirk on his stupid face. He knows he’s better at math than Yoongi is.
“Now I’m really going to hang up on you, you little shit.”
“Aw hyung, you know I’m kidding.” He sounds somewhat remorseful, probably still smiling though and that peeves Yoongi.
“Bye.”
“Okay, no- wait! How was your day?” His voice is panicked and unsure.
“What?” He must be bored because it’s not Jimin to start small awkward talk. Yoongi can practically see Jimin’s blush creeping up his neck in a blotchy way that only Park Jimin does. Everyone thinks Taehyung is the weird one but if you actually come to know the third youngest, his habits and mannerisms are way stranger.
“How… Is your day?” His voice at the end reaching higher octaves than usual and his usual confident self is gone out the window.
Now it’s Yoongi’s turn to laugh, “It was, fine?”
“That’s… Good, hyung.”
This is too much awkward for Yoongi to handle; the heavy atmosphere can be practically felt through the phone with Jimin probably blushing like a tomato and Yoongi just being his usual quiet self. It’s much easier to joke with him in person, a hell of a lot easier.
Yoongi raising an eyebrow when there’s another silence takes it as his time to end this call, “So are you done, Jimin-nie?”
“Yeah - I guess…”
Not knowing what’s compelling him to feel guilty from those three words, he’s rubbing his eyes from missing his daily nap (which was supposed to be like thirty minutes ago) and before he can regret it, he asks the younger, “How was your day?”
“Hyung,” The heaviness in Jimin’s words having disappeared in just the one word following up with, “I thought you’d never ask!”
It turns out that Jimin has more eventful days at school than Yoongi has on a wild weekend. He’s telling about how he had locked Jungkook in the locker room with the help of Hoseok and it lasted for a whole ten minutes until Seokjin found them.
Then there’s the story that he just can’t stop giggling through to tell it properly and Yoongi’s left guessing what the hell the story was even about but is laughing with it because damn if Jimin’s laugh isn’t contagious.
“Hyung! You should have been there!”
Yoongi rolling his eyes informs the younger that he was in fact, there. It’s nice having this conversation Yoongi supposes, even if he’s telling something Yoongi was clearly there for. But Jimin’s perspective just makes it more endearing and his occasional snorts leave Yoongi in fits.
Despite the soreness and uncomfortable hotness that’s making Yoongi switch ears, he has no idea how long he’s actually been on the phone with Jimin. Jimin’s yawning from the other side of the line gives it away that their conversation has dragged on for too long.
“Go to bed if you’re tired, Jimin-nie.” Voice filled with a cooing sarcasm that would at any other time leave the younger in huffs.
“I should, shouldn’t I?” Yoongi can already tell he’s lulling in and out of slumber.
“Goodnight.”
As he’s pulling the phone away from his ear, there’s Jimin’s voice awake that’s forcing him to push it back to his red ear.
“Wait, hyung!”
“Yeah?”
“I just wanted to tell you that I liked this,” His voice softening before saying the last part, “That I like you.”
Yoongi’s face is heating up and his tongue slips out to moisten his lips, something he’s always done as a nervous habit. His heart is racing and Jimin’s voice is really quiet as he calls out, “Hyung?”
“I, I like you too… Jimin-nie.”
“Really?” He sounds like he’s in disbelief and Yoongi is furrowing his brows.
“Yah, what do you mean ‘really?’ Do you not believe me?”
“No! It’s, not that! It’s just - like like.”
Yoongi’s laughing as he replies to the flustered boy, “I know.”
“So, I’ll see you? I guess? Tomorrow?” Eagerness and nervousness is all Yoongi hears, but, he would be lying to say if he wasn’t either of those too. He’s just better at hiding it than Jimin, kind of.
“Yeah. I’ll see you, tomorrow, at school Jimin-nie.”
“Bye hyung!”
“Bye.”
Neither of them hanging up first, Jimin finally does with another soft, “Bye hyung.” Yoongi plugging in his phone for the second time today finally sees what percentage he’s on, a red thirty-three percent in the top right corner. He’s swearing that it was just one hundred a minute ago and then realizes he’s been on the phone for the past three hours.
It’s not that Yoongi minds so much now, even if those three hours had nothing to do with calculus related emergencies. Park Jimin laughing too much but yet again Yoongi was right there laughing with him and Yoongi can’t help but to think this one time, Jimin was a little cute with his stumbling. He’ll never admit that aloud though.
His phone going dark, so does his room and Yoongi is left smiling and anticipating school tomorrow.
Pairing: Yoongi/Jimin
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Word Count: 1679
a fic prompt i saw on tumblr and thought it was too cute not to write. so credits go to whoever made this prompt.
Yoongi had given Jimin his phone number in case of emergencies - and even then that was reluctantly. Emergencies being he couldn’t figure out an answer to a pre calculus question or his calculator didn’t work or some shit like that, which would be a legitimate reason for Jimin contact the elder. However, the constant text messages he’s receiving from the underclassman is enough to drive him crazy to the point he hasn’t even been looking in the phone’s direction despite its constant buzzing.
Maybe it’s something he needs help with now, probably not because it’s Park Jimin who talks more than the teacher and smiles more than a normal human - even on Mondays it’s all crescent eyes and toothy grins. Yoongi absolutely hates Mondays and Park Jimin on Mondays. Well, not necessarily hate but enough annoyance to ignore him all throughout their third period class.
Or for the rest of the day until Tuesday rolls around, which is in Yoongi’s opinion a way more coherent day of the week compared to Monday.
Maybe Yoongi isn’t thought of as the hyung who is as affectionate as Hoseok or into as much skinship that Taehyung would like. Though, he’s definitely not the social one out of their group of friends but that doesn’t stop the playful banter he shares with Jimin who despite Yoongi’s seemingly harsh words takes it lightly. He has to admit that the kid has been stuck to Yoongi’s hip since his freshman year. It’s odd, really odd.
Yet again Park Jimin’s whole existence to Yoongi is a mystery itself so he tries not to dwell on it too much.
He’s also trying really hard not to dwell on the annoying phone but it’s hard when it’s the only sound that fills up the silent room. Usually he would turn it off with no regrets or even reply with hasty words that could cause someone to never text him again, but this is Jimin and no matter how hard he actually wanted to (he doesn’t want to by the way) he couldn’t be genuinely mean.
Or maybe he could because right now he’s one hundred percent sure that Jimin is calling him from the repetitive vibrations that are coming from his right. Groaning, he opens his eyes and rolls over to the bedside table where the device is charging to see a picture of Jimin flashing on his screen and when the fuck did he take that picture?
Immediately pressing the decline button he unlocks to see the drastic amount of texts that he’s received. Pictures of Jimin pouting is the first which leaves Yoongi automatically snorting because of his ridiculous pout and furrowed brows; it’s not cute, Yoongi would never say Jimin is cute.
Maybe endearing, that’s the farthest he would go. Because no matter whom Park Jimin meets, he leaves a last impression: his abs, his baby face (which may or may not be slightly attractive) or his voice that’s higher than Yoongi’s deep one but at the same time is… Endearing.
Scrolling up there are more pictures of various faces that Jimin had practiced before sending with small messages that have nothing to do with the picture, at all.
Hyung, let’s go eat.
I’ll pay, please?
Hyuuuuuungnim.
Shit, if Yoongi had known Jimin was going to pay for them to eat earlier he would of definitely replied. Maybe an hour is too late and a bit rude.
His phone’s ringing again, another text, scrolling him back to the bottom of their messages.
Hyung, I’m bored. Let me call you.
Yoongi typing a quick, “no.” unplugs the phone from the outlet and begins scrolling through his SNS. People from his school, people he hasn’t seen in years pop up. It’s weird how they’re all connected on this one thing. They’re all smiling in the pictures they post or complain about their teachers and the assignments they give.
His phone freezes while he’s hovering over a picture of some girl that’s probably in their grade, maybe. Then there’s Jimin calling again, his picture of his classic smile. It’s annoying how it’s there buzzing in his hands and disturbing his daily social media so he answers and it’s definitely not because Yoongi is curious to why he’s calling the most antisocial hyung of their clique.
“What?” The answer is a bit harsh but then again it’s how Yoongi is always answering the phone.
“I’m bored, hyung.” His voice is a bit deeper than usual and Yoongi’s greeting had left him unfazed as usual.
“I’m going to hang up on you.”
“No! Just talk to me for a bit hyung?”
That statement leaves Yoongi scoffing, “I didn’t give you my number to entertain you, Park Jimin.”
“Fine,” The line goes quiet for a second, not even Jimin’s breathing can be heard and Yoongi is really debating whether or not to hang up on him right now, “Help me.”
Yoongi replies a little bit too quickly, “Help you with what?”
“Calculus?” His tone is questioning but Yoongi knows he has a smug smirk on his stupid face. He knows he’s better at math than Yoongi is.
“Now I’m really going to hang up on you, you little shit.”
“Aw hyung, you know I’m kidding.” He sounds somewhat remorseful, probably still smiling though and that peeves Yoongi.
“Bye.”
“Okay, no- wait! How was your day?” His voice is panicked and unsure.
“What?” He must be bored because it’s not Jimin to start small awkward talk. Yoongi can practically see Jimin’s blush creeping up his neck in a blotchy way that only Park Jimin does. Everyone thinks Taehyung is the weird one but if you actually come to know the third youngest, his habits and mannerisms are way stranger.
“How… Is your day?” His voice at the end reaching higher octaves than usual and his usual confident self is gone out the window.
Now it’s Yoongi’s turn to laugh, “It was, fine?”
“That’s… Good, hyung.”
This is too much awkward for Yoongi to handle; the heavy atmosphere can be practically felt through the phone with Jimin probably blushing like a tomato and Yoongi just being his usual quiet self. It’s much easier to joke with him in person, a hell of a lot easier.
Yoongi raising an eyebrow when there’s another silence takes it as his time to end this call, “So are you done, Jimin-nie?”
“Yeah - I guess…”
Not knowing what’s compelling him to feel guilty from those three words, he’s rubbing his eyes from missing his daily nap (which was supposed to be like thirty minutes ago) and before he can regret it, he asks the younger, “How was your day?”
“Hyung,” The heaviness in Jimin’s words having disappeared in just the one word following up with, “I thought you’d never ask!”
It turns out that Jimin has more eventful days at school than Yoongi has on a wild weekend. He’s telling about how he had locked Jungkook in the locker room with the help of Hoseok and it lasted for a whole ten minutes until Seokjin found them.
Then there’s the story that he just can’t stop giggling through to tell it properly and Yoongi’s left guessing what the hell the story was even about but is laughing with it because damn if Jimin’s laugh isn’t contagious.
“Hyung! You should have been there!”
Yoongi rolling his eyes informs the younger that he was in fact, there. It’s nice having this conversation Yoongi supposes, even if he’s telling something Yoongi was clearly there for. But Jimin’s perspective just makes it more endearing and his occasional snorts leave Yoongi in fits.
Despite the soreness and uncomfortable hotness that’s making Yoongi switch ears, he has no idea how long he’s actually been on the phone with Jimin. Jimin’s yawning from the other side of the line gives it away that their conversation has dragged on for too long.
“Go to bed if you’re tired, Jimin-nie.” Voice filled with a cooing sarcasm that would at any other time leave the younger in huffs.
“I should, shouldn’t I?” Yoongi can already tell he’s lulling in and out of slumber.
“Goodnight.”
As he’s pulling the phone away from his ear, there’s Jimin’s voice awake that’s forcing him to push it back to his red ear.
“Wait, hyung!”
“Yeah?”
“I just wanted to tell you that I liked this,” His voice softening before saying the last part, “That I like you.”
Yoongi’s face is heating up and his tongue slips out to moisten his lips, something he’s always done as a nervous habit. His heart is racing and Jimin’s voice is really quiet as he calls out, “Hyung?”
“I, I like you too… Jimin-nie.”
“Really?” He sounds like he’s in disbelief and Yoongi is furrowing his brows.
“Yah, what do you mean ‘really?’ Do you not believe me?”
“No! It’s, not that! It’s just - like like.”
Yoongi’s laughing as he replies to the flustered boy, “I know.”
“So, I’ll see you? I guess? Tomorrow?” Eagerness and nervousness is all Yoongi hears, but, he would be lying to say if he wasn’t either of those too. He’s just better at hiding it than Jimin, kind of.
“Yeah. I’ll see you, tomorrow, at school Jimin-nie.”
“Bye hyung!”
“Bye.”
Neither of them hanging up first, Jimin finally does with another soft, “Bye hyung.” Yoongi plugging in his phone for the second time today finally sees what percentage he’s on, a red thirty-three percent in the top right corner. He’s swearing that it was just one hundred a minute ago and then realizes he’s been on the phone for the past three hours.
It’s not that Yoongi minds so much now, even if those three hours had nothing to do with calculus related emergencies. Park Jimin laughing too much but yet again Yoongi was right there laughing with him and Yoongi can’t help but to think this one time, Jimin was a little cute with his stumbling. He’ll never admit that aloud though.
His phone going dark, so does his room and Yoongi is left smiling and anticipating school tomorrow.