apology
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Jimin opened his eyes to glowing fairy lights shining on him from his window, the warm glow of the sun hidden by his silky white curtains. The brunette looked over at his small antique clock, confused as to why he hadn't been woken up by his alarm as per usual. His confusion was suddenly cut short as he took in the time his clock's hands were pointing to.

'9:48 am'

A quick wave of panic rushed through Jimin's body, his mind going insane. He was supposed to be downstairs for work two and a half hours ago! Being the only employee didn't help his small predicament, and Jimin jumped out of bed. He rushingly ran his hand through his dyed brown hair, nearly not having any time to think about how he would need to wash it later that night. The boy ran to his washroom, a small white room attached to his bedroom. Not even glancing in the mirror, Jimin grabbed a toothbrush and toothpaste, rushing to brush his teeth as he attempted to simultaneously comb his hair. He ended up giving up, throwing the comb on the counter before scurrying over to his bedside table and grabbing his glasses, pushing them onto his nose with one finger.

By the time Jimin was dressed and had thrown his shoes on, it was nearly 10 o'clock in the morning. To add to the hectic rush of his morning, Jimin didn't realize he had forgotten to wash his face until he was downstairs in the store. He sighed, lightly brushing his hand against his forehead, hating himself for having so much acne even at his age, 22. His acne wasn't that bad, but Jimin always thought the worse about himself when he looked in the mirror. No one had barely ever even noticed it before. The poor boy was just so self conscious, he thought everyone would think of him the way he did of himself.

Walking briskly over to the door of the dimly lit shop, Jimin flicked the light switch to the "on" setting, sighing contently as a warm yellow wash filled the store. Flipping the sign over to say open, Jimin unlocked the door and walked over towards the check -out desk. His amble, however, was so rudely interrupted by bells chiming, hung atop the door to signal when a customer entered the bookstore. Trying not to show disappointment on his features, Jimin turned around, but not after plastering a rather convincing fake smile on his face.

"Hello! Welcome to-" Jimin's practiced, soft voice staggered as he realized the face in front of him was one he'd seen before. Instant fear filled his eyes, Jimin's heart rate already becoming quicker out of anxiety. He, out of habit, darted his eyes left towards a lonely piano in the corner of the store with lights strung across it, the warm glow already calming him slightly. The brunette turned his head back towards the other, his features still displaying prominent distrust. "Y-You're-"

"Yoongi." The familiar raven haired boy said through an emotionless face accompanied by half lidded eyes. The ravenette stepped forward into the small shop, looking around, obviously displeased by the fairy lights. His arms were crossed, the black leather jacket appearing to be somehow soft as a mysterious yet intimidating aura surrounded his figure. "Now listen, I don't usually do this but I.. I also usually don't feel sorry. I apologize for what I did yesterday, I just got fed up and needed a way to take my anger out. Seeing you like that.. So brok-"

"No. Don't call me broken, Yoongi." The name of the boy rolled off Jimin's tongue as if it became sharp venom, stinging the ravenette although it wasn't evident on his face. "I've been through so much more than you can imagine, you don't deserve to call me broken, even if it may be true." An uncalled for breath of regret escaped Jimin's lips after his mistake of yelling at the stranger. He quickly took back his harsh words, not wanting to be curt to anyone, even if they had hurt him. "N-No, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to yell like that, I'm sorry Yoongi..." Jimin's usually soft demeanour had returned, his anger no longer evident, although he still felt plenty of it towards the stranger. He was determined to try and be as seemingly emotionless as the other.

Yoongi's mouth twitched a little, slightly heightening his lips towards one corner for a mere moment. Jimin didn't know, but that was the closest the ravenette had been to smiling in the past two years.

"Mmm.." Yoongi hummed lowly in response, the tone resonating off the walls and filling what would have been an awkward silence otherwise. After a moment of what appeared to Jimin as the boy thinking, the black haired boy uttered one word, his answer vague for reasons that weren't important to the brunette standing in front of him. "Okay."

Jimin felt a small bit of anger begin to boil at the half-assed response Yoongi had given to his small accidental rant. He clenched his fists once and unclenched them, breathing as he decided to return Yoongi's response.

"Okay," Jimin let out a huff of air, lifting his hand to roughly push his glasses farther up his nose. "What the hell does that mean?" This only caused Yoongi to make eye contact with Jimin, his face still expressionless. The ravenette was smiling softly on the inside, but he had his own reasons for hiding it, and his reasons weren't important. Teaching himself how to remain as if he was emotionless and empty to the rest of the world, however, was the most important thing he had done.

"You're cute when you're mad." Yoongi stated simply, his mouth still a flat line and his eyes still looking at Jimin through half open lids, as if he was inspecting him. The black haired boy turned around abruptly, cutting off the eye contact with Jimin and starting to trot towards the door. "And I really am sorry, Jimin." Yoongi said, before opening the door and leaving, his hands in the pockets of his jacket. Jimin froze when he heard his name spoken by the other so smoothly.

How did Yoongi know his name? Unimportant thoughts of fear ran through Jimin's head, the boy wondering how the other knew his name. Jimin then came to a realization, causing him to laugh and shake his head in mock of himself after realizing his stupidity as he looked down, his eyes trailing over the small plated tag on his chest. The brunette had forgotten about his name tag.

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