cupid → yoonmin

five

       "Yeah– wait, what?" Yoongi asked, looking at the girl incredulously. She pushed the cupcakes towards him and Yoongi handed over the money Jimin had put in his hands.

"This is a couples cafe... can't you tell by the fact everything is bright pink and nearly all the menu items have the word love in them?" She pointed to menu board above her head and Yoongi read over the items carefully. Unfortunately, every item did have the word love in it, or was named after some flirty pick up line.

       "Oh dear god," Yoongi muttered under his breath. He looked over at Jimin who was smiling widely and looking out the window, practically bouncing in his seat. Yoongi just wouldn't tell him, it's not like he had to know anyhow.

        Yoongi walked the cupcakes back to the table and handed one to Jimin, who grabbed it excitedly. Yoongi sat down and shifted uncomfortably, suddenly aware of the numerous couples sat around them, holding hands and making kissy faces at each other.

"You okay?" Jimin asked through a mouth full of cupcake. Some of it fell out of his mouth and onto the table and Jimin swiped it away quickly. Yoongi nodded and bit off a piece his cupcake, moaning slightly at the taste. Jimin coughed at the sound and Yoongi covered his mouth.

        "Sorry," Yoongi said, reaching over the table and slapping Jimin once on the back. The younger boy help up a thumbs up and coughed into his hand, wheezing slightly. Yoongi quickly finished off the last of his cupcake and sat back in his chair, trying to ignore the obvious loud smacking noises coming from the table behind him. "Can I ask you something?"

       Jimin nodded and licked some of the icing off the top of his cupcake. It was his favorite part, he didn't much care for the bottom. "What caught your eye about this place?" Yoongi hadn't even known it existed until Jimin brought him, and he'd been living in the city for two years.

       "The color reminds me of my friend, Seokjin hyung." Jimin explained simply, shrugging his shoulders. Yoongi forced himself not to raise his eyebrows, because he didn't know of any men that liked the color pink this much. "He's kind of feminine, but we love him anyhow."

       "Nice, nice." Yoongi said. Jimin nodded and picked up some of the crumbs off the table, letting them rest in his palm. Yoongi watched as Jimin sat there, crumbs in hand, staring out the window blankly. Jimin's face slowly changed from carefree staring to drawn, closed off contemplating. Yoongi resisted the urge to reach over and tap his shoulder.

       Jimin abruptly stood up from the table and tossed the crumbs in the trash can. Yoongi followed him out of the cafe and back towards their apartment complex.

       Jimin suddenly whirled on him and Yoongi had to clench his toes in his shoes to keep himself from running into him. "Have you really never been in love?"

        "This is important because...?" Yoongi asked, raising an eyebrow.

       "Because, well– I just, thought– never mind." Jimin said. He turned back around and practically ran towards his apartment, forgetting about the elevator and dashing up the steps. Yoongi decided to take the elevator and give him some space, getting to their floor to see a bright white thing disappear into Jimin's apartment.

Jimin slipped into his apartment, head spinning. He had his jacket halfway off before he even opened the door, completely unconcerned with the fact other people live in the building who may not be warm to the idea of a mythical creature living among them. Jimin threw his jacket onto the ground as soon as his door was closed and made a bee-line for the balcony, but was cut off when a loud ring exploded throughout his apartment, urging and insistent.

"You were supposed to make him fall in love with Hoseok! Not take him to a couples cafe! There's only so much I can do to save your ass, Jimin!" Seokjin practically screamed. Jimin flapped his wings angrily and ignored him, headed for the balcony. "Jimin! Listen to me!"

"I am trying, hyung!" Jimin yelled back. If he was being honest with himself, he didn't even care about his wings anymore, he just wanted to be done. Wings be damned. "It's not my fault that I'm shit at this and that I can't do anything, but I'm trying."

"I didn't even know it was a couples cafe, Yoongi didn't seem to care either. He was just stressed and I was trying to be a good friend and—" Jimin's chest restricted and he wheezed. This always happened when he got upset, his chest would tighten and get heavy and he'd have to fight to breathe and calm himself down.

"The Council is watching your every move, Jimin. They're not happy." Seokjin said. Jimin could hear the exasperation in his voice, but Jimin was too focused on his own suddenly fiery hot skin to care too much. "They want me to send Taehyung to help you out."

"They can do whatever they want, I don't care." Jimin said, beating at his chest to try to loosen the knot growing there. He flapped his wings experimentally, wondering if flying would make it better or worse. He decided that anything was better than standing in his living room listening to Seokjin yell at him, so he walked towards the balcony and stood up on the rail.

"You can't tell me that you don't care, Jimin. I know you don't want to lose your wings. I also know that you still want to prove to everyone that you deserve your job, so please help yourself and try a little harder." Seokjin said, but Jimin was already gone, flying through the air, trying to clear his mind. "Jimin? Jimin– goddamnit, Namjoon call Taehyung."