[jae/jimin] untitled
Jimin stared at her laptop. She knew about the amount of green screens in the video beforehand. She knew about the aesthetic tumblr shots as well, which is why she watched the entire vlive with the intention to take notes and make elaborate fun of Jae later.
When the video was over, she closed the laptop and stared at the wall instead. She’d heard parts of the song, of course, but the finished thing was something else. Which was not surprising in the least - they were talented little fuckers (even if they were older than her), not that she’d ever admit it to any of them. What was surprising, though, was that her brain couldn’t come up with a single jab at the video. She’d had the whole thing planned, the jokes, the snarky comments, all she needed were the actual parts of the video to make them. Now, her brain was stuck replaying the entirety of the video and the feeling of admiration was stronger than she’d liked to admit. Of course, Jae’s parts had that extra slow motion in her mind - the beginning, the douche-ish sunglasses, the goddamn green screen shots. And oh boy, the rain.
She opened the laptop again and loaded JYP’s youtube page in the hopes that they’d already uploaded it there.
*
Jae was his usual, mannerless, self and slammed her door open without even an attempt of a knock. Jimin immediately paused the youtube video, but Jae had already flopped behind her on her bed and she decided hiding what she was watching would be unnecessarily suspicious.
“Oh, you’re watching our song.” Jae beamed and Jimin was extremely happy he couldn’t see her face - it was probably doing something dumb and unnatural, like blushing, maybe. Then Jae continued, “What do you think?”
“It’s an okay song.” Jimin said with the flattest tone she could muster. The smile was already making it’s way on her lips when she left the laptop on the bedside table and turned to face Jae.
He huffed. “Liar. You think it’s absolutely gorgeous. And I’m incredibly cool.”
Oh, how right he was. “As if,” she snorted instead and jabbed a finger in his chest. “Wonpil is cooler, Dowoon is cooler, Sungjin is cooler and oh boy, Brian is, like, the epitome of cool, as usual. Unlike your skinny ass trying to pull off a turtleneck in front of a green screen.”
Jae made an exaggeratedly offended face. “The green screen was awesome, and so was I, you shameless Brian fangirl.”
Jimin beamed and Jae swatted at her arm. A comfortable silence settled, and after a while Jae broke it with, “I really hope fans like it.”
“Well,” Jimin smiled at him, not teasing for a change, “It already has nearly 400.000 views on youtube and people on twitter are hashtagging like crazy.”
Jae leaned over her to the laptop and smashed random letters on the keyboard to stop the screensaver. “Already? Oh man. We might actually have a chance for a win this time.”
He settled back on Jimin’s bed with the most ridiculous, cheesy expression Jimin had ever seen on him. A part of her, which she regularly shut up by force, thought it’s adorable. “Seriously,” she muttered out loud, “How are you and the guy in the video the same person.”
“See!” Jae exclaimed, getting up and in her face, looking annoyingly self-satisfied. “I knew you thought I look cool. Now say it. C’mon, say ‘Jae, I think you look cool.’.”
Jimin makes an effort to look horrified. “I was taught not to lie, sorry..”
“So rude, no respect at all.”
She huffed, pushed him off the bed and took the laptop back into her lap. While Jae was too busy scrambling to get up and cursing her while doing it, she quickly closed the minimized incognito browser window playing “I Wait” on repeat.
“So,” She said, ignoring all of Jae’s pouts, “What movie are we watching?”