I stood frozen, staring at the place where Jimin once stood. His words continued to bounce around my head, as if on repeat.
One day you will be mine. One day you will be mine. One day you will be mine.
"As if!" I exclaimed, the words bouncing off of the white walls of my studio. I silently thanked the sound proof walls for keeping my little outburst from leaking through to Jimin's apartment. I didn't want to take any chances of him knowing that he had affected me in anyway. If I showed any reaction, it would only egg him on.
He's like a toddler.
The only way to get him to give up on this silly idea of us being together would be to just ignore all of his advances. So that's what I would do, I would-
My phone suddenly went off, the loud ringtone startling me. Lifting it from the desk, I saw Namjoon's face staring up at me from the screen. Sighing, I hit the "accept" button, lifting the device to my ear.
"Namjoon."
"Yoongiiiiiiiii," he answered.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, already not in the mood to deal with this.
"Namjoon, are you drunk?"
"Whaaaaat, no," he giggled, "What would make you think that?"
"I don't know, maybe it's the way that your words slur. Or maybe it's the way that your giggling like a love struck 15 year old?"
"Ohhhhh. Love is nice, Yoongi. You should let yourself fall in love. Jin and I are soooo happy. You and Jimin could be happy. You guys are-" his voice cut out, someone interrupting his words.
"Namjoon, what are you doing? How did you get your phone back?"
"Jinnn," Namjoon squealed, the sound hurting my ears. I heard a sigh through the phone, most likely from Jin.
"Give me the phone, Namjoon. You always call and bother Yoongi when you're drunk. He has important stuff to do," Jin scolded, always the motherly-friend.
I heard Namjoon giggle, "Yeah, Jin. He has important stuff to do. And that stuff's name is Jimin!"
I cringed at his horrible joke. Namjoon always got like this when he drinks. He calls me, makes horrible jokes, and Jin pulls him away from the phone. Jin takes his phone once Namjoon starts to show signs of being tipsy, but somehow he always gets it back.
I heard shuffling on the other side of the line, before Jin's voice spoke into my ear.
"I'm so sorry about this, Yoongi. I don't know how he keeps getting the phone. I'll be more careful about it from now on. I'm going to have to- NAMJOON! Stop! At least wait until I unlock your door before you start stripping your clothes off!"
"People weren't meant to wear clothes, Jinnie. I'm just returning to my natural state," Namjoon's voice carried through the phone.
"I see you're a little busy there, Seokjin. I'm going to hang up now. Good luck and don't let him embarrass himself too much."
I hung up, unsure of whether or not Jin heard my farewell. I did not envy that poor man. Namjoon was usually so composed, but when he drank it completely shifted how he acted. Taking care of him was a full time job, one that Jin had the misfortune of getting.
Pulling out my chair, I sank down into it. Looking at the time, I realized how late it was. After the day I had though, I know I wouldn't be able to sleep. I didn't want to think about Jimin anymore and that's the only thing I would accomplish if I tried to sleep right now. If I was going to be up anyway, I might as well finish this song. I set my phone back down on the desk, slipped on my headphones, and let myself get lost in a world that only music could show you.
By the time that I did the final touches, the sun was already starting to peak over the horizon. Rubbing my eyes, I cursed myself. I don't know why I did this to myself. Usually if I stayed up all night, I could just sleep the day away. Today, that wasn't an option. I had to go into the office this morning to talk to Namjoon and Jimin's group about their music. I checked the clock, groaning.
And of course I have to be there in an hour.
Fortunately, an hour was more time than I had yesterday to get ready. Unfortunately, it still wasn't enough time for me to be completely presentable. It gave me enough time to find my clothes and eat some breakfast, but that was it. Walking out the door, I donned my usual pair of sunglasses.
As I walked down the hallway, I passed the door to Jimin's apartment. The lack of color in my surroundings told me that he had already left. I wasn't surprised. Trainees were really busy and often had very early starts to their days. That was one of the reasons why I didn't want to be a trainee. That and the whole colorblind thing really made it difficult. I wouldn't be able to deal with the glare from all the lights.
I walked down the street, weaving in and out of the sea of people on the sidewalk. As the company building came into view, I saw a familiar figure standing by the door.
Namjoon stood in his usual place by the door, coffee in hand. When I reached him, he handed mine to me.
"Thanks," I grumbled, my bad mood still firmly in place.
Namjoon winced. "Please stop yelling at me, my head can't take it."
If I hadn't been in such a bad mood, I would've laughed at him.
"That's what you get for getting drunk and calling me at all hours of the night," I said, my tone much harsher than I meant it to be.
Namjoon's face fell, "I'm sorry, Yoongi. I don't mean to be a bother."
My eyes traveled to his face, seeing the sadness there.
"It's okay. I really don't mind. I'm not in the best of moods today," I said, semi-apologizing.
Namjoon's lips lifted in a small smile, "Stayed up all night again, did we?"
He took my silence as a yes, laughing at me.
"Why do you do this, Yoongi? Especially when you know you have to come into work the next day. Now you're gonna be a grump the whole day," Namjoon frowned at me, "Then I have to apologize to every one that you snap at."
I ignored his statement, instead I took a drink of my coffee, the liquid burning its way down my throat.
We walked down the hallway in silence, Namjoon's hangover keeping him from making his usual idle chit chat. As we approached the door to the studio, I heard voices coming from inside. With every step I took towards the door, color flooded my surroundings, letting me know that Jimin was inside the room.
Great, they're already here. The quicker we get this done with, the quicker I can go home and get some sleep.
I pushed the door open, causing the conversation inside to cut off abruptly. I was suspicious of what they had been talking about, but I was so tired that I didn't care. Namjoon followed in behind me, his usual chipper mood returning.
He must've taken some kind of pain reliever before he came into work. I wish there was something like that for lack of sleep. Oh wait, there was. It's called coffee. I wish it would hurry up and kick in.
I made my way to the chair across the room, hoping they could get through this meeting without much input from me. After all, Namjoon was much better at this aspect of the job than me. I was better at making the music, not dealing with the actual people.
"Good morning, trainees! Have you thought about what kind of music you guys want to make?"
I raised my eyes to the group of boys...and was met with a pair of eyes staring back at me. Jimin's eyes were similar to my own, but the color was lighter. I didn't know the name of the shade, but they were beautiful.
As he stared at me, his words from yesterday ran through my mind. My face grew hotter at the thought of them. As if he knew what I was thinking about, Jimin's mouth raised into a smirk. I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself and reduce the heat in my face.
Remember, Yoongi: No reactions. Complete poker face.
That was a lot easier said than done. I've never had anyone profess their desire to make me theirs before, so it wasn't like I exactly had a lot of practice at this. Usually people would ask me out, but as soon as I said no they would leave. None were as stubborn as Jimin, and of course none of them looked even close to being as attractive as Jimin.
I mean just look at those cheekbones! And those lips. It should be illegal-
I shut the thoughts down. It was okay to think that Jimin was attractive, but I couldn't go any farther than that. There were boundaries in place and I wasn't going to cross them.
I turned my head to look at Namjoon. He was talking, but I wasn't listening to anything he was saying. If it was anything important, he would brief me on it later. Now that my gaze wasn't locked on Jimin's it was easier to make my face look impassive.
Namjoon continued to talk to the boys about what type of music they wanted. It seemed like they were okay with being a pop group, except with a few gripes from Taehyung about how he wanted some rapping lines. I told him I would think about it, but odds are I wouldn't.
During the whole meeting, I kept myself from looking at Jimin. Apparently me not looking at him didn't keep him from burning a hole into the side of my head with his gaze. I knew that Namjoon noticed the boy staring at me as he threw me little glances throughout the whole meeting. I just hoped he wouldn't bring it up.
Of course I was wrong though. Once the meeting was done, Namjoon dismissed the boys and they filed out. Jimin didn't go far though, as the color didn't leave my vision. I assumed he was waiting outside the door, probably hoping to ambush me when I left.
Joke's on him. I'm going to be in here for a little while longer.
Namjoon sat down in the chair beside me, smiling at me all the while.
"Just spit it out, Namjoon. I can see you basically choking on the words."
He reached out and turned my head, looking me over as he turned my head back and forth.
"What the hell are you doing," I asked.
Namjoon dropped his hands from my face, once again smiling at me.
"Oh nothing. Just checking for holes, since Jimin was basically drilling you with his stare," Namjoon snickered.
I narrowed my eyes at my friend, but it only caused him to laugh more.
"Oh relax, Yoongi. I'm just playing. But seriously though. He was sending you some major "Notice Me" vibes. I almost felt bad for him."
I shrugged my shoulders, "That's not my problem, he will get over it soon anyway."
Namjoon chuckled at me, leaning back in his chair.
"Whatever you say, Yoongi."
Needing a change of subject, I decided to run my new song past him.
"Do you have plans right now?" I asked.
"Nope, Jin has a photoshoot all day today so I'm completely free. What did you have in mind?"
"I came up with something, just wanted to run it past you," I said, leaning back in my chair.
"Is this what you were working on all night?"
I nodded and Namjoon sighed.
"Okay, let's hear it then. We both know it's going to be great though. Everything you create is amazing."
I blushed at his compliment, pulling the USB drive out of my pocket.
"That's not true," I said, plugging the drive into the studio's computer.
I pulled the song up on the computer. Namjoon settled back into his chair, ready to listen. The song started to play and I watched Namjoon's face as he listened to it, searching for any clues as to how he felt about it. Of course Namjoon had become accustomed to this and had learned to keep his feelings off of his face.
As the song came to a close, I looked to Namjoon for his opinion. When he didn't speak at first, I rushed to my song's defense.
"It doesn't have vocals yet, but I have the lyrics all worked out. I just have to find somebody to sing the song. The music should be pretty solid, though. Maybe it's not though.." I said, questioning how good my song actually was.
Namjoon chose that moment to speak, "Yoongi, I-"
"THAT WAS AMAZING!" I heard a voice shout behind me.
I turned to see a man standing in the doorway. I was about to ask him who he was, but he continued speaking.
"That was so good! Did you write that by yourself? Oh my goodness! You're amazing," the stranger exclaimed, his words flying at a mile a minute.
"Uh yeah, I wrote it. Thanks. Who are-"
"Mr. Jung! Please don't run off like that," I heard a breathless voice cry out from behind the stranger. A moment later, the CEO of the company appeared behind the stranger.
"Sorry! I just heard this amazing song and then before I knew it, I was here." the stranger said, throwing Bang Shi Hyuk a smile that should've blinded him from up close.
"Heard a song?" Bang Shi Hyuk mumbled, confused until he looked into the room and saw Namjoon and I sitting there.
Realization dawned on his face, then relief.
"Thank goodness! I was just looking for you, Min Yoongi."
I stood, bowing to the CEO.
"What can I do for you, sir?"
"This is Jung Hoseok-" he gestured to the man beside him, "-and he will be the new choreography teacher for your new trainees. I would like you to show him around. I was going to do it, but I have an emergency meeting this afternoon. I was so happy when I saw that you were going to be in this afternoon! It's almost like fate," Bang Shi Hyuk stated, smiling at me. Turning away, he leaves me to deal with the bundle of energy that is "Jung Hoseok".
Hoseok makes his way over to me, his orange hair, almost the same color as Jimin's, swishing with every step he takes. Reaching out to me, he introduces himself.
"Hi, Min Yoongi! My name is Jung Hoseok, I'm the new choreography teacher. Of course you already knew all that," he giggles, "I really did love your song from before. I heard it and my heart was like "Oh my god!" It was incredible! I can't wait to work with you in the future."
I reach out and grab his extended hand.
"Thank you. I'm Min Yoongi and this-" I gesture to Namjoon, "-is Kim Namjoon."
Hoseok greets Namjoon, but doesn't remove his hand from mine. I start to feel awkward about holding his hand for this long, but I don't want to pull my hand away and seem rude.
"Shall we get on with the tour then?" Hoseok asks, basically bouncing with excitement.
Nodding, I wait for him to return my hand to me.
He doesn't though. Instead he pulls me from the room, my hand still clasped tightly in his own. Namjoon follows behind us. As we walk out the door, we come face to face with Jimin.
I knew he was waiting out here.
Jimin's eyes are immediately drawn to my hand, which is still being held captive by Hoseok.
This is my chance to get my hand back.
"Hoseok, this is Park Jimin. He's one of the trainees who you'll be working with," I said gesturing to Jimin, whose eyes still haven't moved from staring at our hands. I was holding out hope that Hoseok would disconnect our hands to greet Jimin.
"Nice to meet you, Jimin! My name is Jung Hoseok and it looks like I'll be your choreo teacher," Hoseok greeted, reaching out his free hand, dashing my hopes.
Jimin shook Hoseok's hand, quickly letting go. Never once during the whole conversation did his eyes travel away from our clasped hands.
Namjoon chuckled from behind me.
"We're going to show Hoseok around the building, why don't you join us Jimin?"
Jimin nodded his head. His jealousy showing on his face.
As Hoseok led us down the hall, still pulling me behind him by my hand, Namjoon leaned over to whisper in my ear.
"This is going to be so much fun."
If my good hand hadn't been held hostage, I would've hit him. Instead I just jabbed him with my elbow. I looked back at Jimin, who was trailing silently behind us. He had his hands shoved in his pockets and a scowl was plastered onto his face.
Great. So much for going home and getting some sleep.