My legs shake as I force myself to walk away from the living room, away from Jimin. What little color had returned to me quickly fades away as I put more distance between me and the living room. I take a deep breath, trying to alleviate the ache I feel in my chest. I feel a sudden twinge of pain in my stomach, nausea assaulting me. Covering my mouth, I rush through my bedroom, throwing the bathroom door open. The cold tile floor stings my knees as I fall in front of the toilet, dry heaves shaking my body. Sitting up slowly, I wipe my mouth, wiping my hand on my pants to dry it. I flush the toilet, rising to my feet.
That's what I get for not eating anything all day.
I move to the sink, turning the cold water on. Bending down, I place my mouth in the stream of water, washing away the remnants of stomach acid coating my mouth. Straightening, I turn the water off and look at my reflection, flinching at the pallor of my skin. Sweat had drenched my hair, causing it to stick to my forehead. Touching the strands, I grimace at the wetness of it.
Feeling disgusting, I decide to shower. Stripping off my now damp shirt, I toss it into the basket before moving to the shower. The sound of running water fills the bathroom as I turn on the shower, steam rising slowly from behind the closed door. I step back, watching as the water hits the distorted glass, a sense of peace filling me. I stay like that for a few minutes, just watching the water drops as they race to the bottom, until steam fills the room, making me even sweatier than I already am. I flip a switch and the fan in the ceiling comes to life, working to clear out the overabundance of steam around me. I quickly discard the rest of my clothes, throwing them in the basket as well.
I step into the water, hissing as the hot water touches my skin. "Ouch! Fuck, that's hot," I complain, turning the cold water up slightly. I step back, letting the water cool before sticking my hand out to test it. When it doesn't burn me, I let myself step forward, the water flattening my mint locks as I put my head under the stream. I close my eyes, an image of Jimin's brown eyes, filled with sadness, occupying my mind. My heart aches at the look.
What made you look like that? What did I do?
I try to think back to anything that I could have done to hurt him. He didn't seem to care about the fight, so it wasn't that. I don't think I did anything during the drive either. I squeeze my eyes shut tighter, wracking my brain for any sort of clue. I groan, coming up empty. Straightening, I decide to put Jimin out of my mind. I finish my shower quickly, turning the water off and stepping out. Grabbing a towel, I wrap the white fabric around my waist. I look around for my clothes before remembering that I hadn't grabbed any since I didn't originally come in here to shower. Exiting the bathroom, I swipe another towel off the counter, using it to dry my hair. I'm blinded momentarily by the towel when I hear a voice.
"Damn, Yoongi. If super pale dudes were my thing, I'd hit that."
Startled, I trip over my own feet, tumbling to the ground. Pain erupts in my tailbone as I land straight on my backside. I rip the towel off my head, my eyes narrowing on my uninvited visitor.
"What the hell, Namjoon?" I growl, throwing the towel in my hands at him.
"Uh, Yoongi. Can you be mad at me after-" he averts his eyes, gesturing towards me, "-you cover up, please?"
"Didn't you just say you'd hit this? Now you're afraid to even look?" I joke, calmly moving the towel to hide my nakedness.
"I-I was just joking! Don't you have any shame?" He says, flustered.
"Yeah, yeah. You can look now. Everything's covered," I laugh. "Thank god, because I don't think I would want to incur the wrath of Jin because you saw me naked."
"Well, let's prevent that," he says, turning around to face the wall. "Get dressed, I won't look."
Standing, I secure my towel back in place. I move to my dresser, grabbing random articles and throwing them on. "Okay, Namjoon. It's all clear."
He turns slowly, his eyes barely open. A laugh escapes me, "What's with that, Namjoon? Don't you trust me? Do you think I'd try to show you my dick twice in one day?"
A blush rises in his cheeks, a pout forming on his lips. "Well, apparently you're more comfortable with people seeing you naked than anyone else I've ever met. I have to take precautions."
"You're my friend, Namjoon. And you're also in a super committed relationship. Why would I be nervous for you to see me naked?" I shrug. "I'm not into super tall dudes anyway," I joke.
Namjoon raises his eyebrow at me, a teasing smile forming on his lips. "No, but apparently you're into short dudes. Short dudes with orange hair. And whose name is Jimin."
His smile disappears as I glare at him. "What are you doing here anyway, Namjoon?" I ask, avoiding his statement.
He sighs, dusting himself off as he stands from my bed. "I wanted to bring you to the company building with me. To get some work done," he clarifies. "I stopped by yesterday, but you weren't home yet. So I came back today, and well here we are," he explains, smiling.
I run my hands through my hair, pushing the damp strands out of my face. "Okay. You wanna go now then?"
"Yeah, if that's okay with you. I know you just got home and all. If you wanna relax, we can do this tomorrow."
"No, no, I could use something else to think about anyway," I say, shaking my head. "Work is a good distraction." Namjoon simply nods in response. As I turn to leave the room, I see him pull out his phone, his fingers flying over the screen before sliding it back into his pocket. He looks up, his eyes meeting mine. Walking passed me, he smiles innocently. I narrow my eyes in suspicion, but I decide to just let it go.
Namjoon waits patiently as I slide on my shoes and coat. As I don my usual pair of sunglasses, he opens the door, stepping to the side to let me go through first. He closes the door behind him, waiting patiently as I lock it. The short walk to the company is spent in silence, neither of us offering up any conversation. That's what I liked about being with Namjoon. We didn't need to have meaningless conversations, we could just walk in silence without it being awkward.
My mind jumps to Jimin and his constant chatter. The way he always filled the silence with talk about things that most people would find boring and mundane, but I found it interesting. The way his face would light up, his hands flying around in emphasis when he talked about something he was passionate about. A small smile forms on my lips as I recall our road trip, Jimin chattering away as we left Seoul behind. I had asked him about dance, why he enjoyed it so much. A bright smile had formed on his face, his eyes burning as he talked about his love for dance.
"And it's not like I have a favorite kind of dance. I love all dance. It's such a great way to express yourself. Dance and singing, not everyone can do it. So if you can, why not take advantage of it." He turns to look at me, a small smile forming on his lips. "I don't know if th-"
The memory is cut off as Namjoon snaps his fingers in front of my face. "Earth to Yoongi," he calls, waving his hand in front of my face.
"What?" I ask, pushing his hand away from me.
He moves in front of me to open the door, and it dawns on me that we are at the company building. Apparently I had spent the majority of the walk lost in my memories. And Namjoon hadn't failed to notice.
"You seemed pretty far away. Must've been a pretty good memory, though. You had a smile plastered on your face the whole time," he says, poking my cheek as I walk passed him and into the building.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I shrug him off, not even slowing my steps as he rushes to catch up to me. I feel his gaze on me as we maneuver our way through the familiar halls. When we get to our usual studio, Namjoon opens the door, entering ahead of me. I walk through the doorway-
And groan at the sight of Jin standing by Namjoon, their heads bent close together as they whisper to one another. They look up, perfectly in sync, when I call out to them. "What the hell, Namjoon? I thought we were supposed to be doing work?"
"We are doing work," he says, shrugging his shoulders.
"As if," I scoff, turning to walk out. I reach for the handle, but a body blocks me.
"I'm sorry, Yoongi," Jin apologizes, stretching his arms out so I can't get passed him.
Turning away from him, I stomp over to the leather couch on the other side of the room. I flop down, crossing my arms in front of me as I glare at the two men across the room from me. "Is there a reason that you two lured me here?" I ask bitterly. They look at each other before walking towards me. They pull chairs out to sit across from me, their intense gazes now leveled on me. I want to shrink back from them, but I refuse to lose this battle. "Well?" I ask, impatience coloring my tone.
Namjoon sighs, leaning forward in his chair. "I'm sorry, Yoongi. I feel bad for having to trick you here."
"Then why did you?"
"Because we need to talk," Jin answers for him, confusing me.
My gaze darts back and forth between the two of them. "Talk about what?" I watch as they exchange glances. "Are you guys going to spit it out or are you just going to look at each other all day?" I snap, my patience wearing thin.
"Relax," Namjoon says softly, but it does little to ease my discomfort. "We're not here to ambush you, Yoongi," he assures me.
"It feels an awful lot like an ambush," I mumble, averting my gaze from them.
"It's not," Jin promises. "We just want to talk to you."
"About what?"
They share one last glance before Namjoon levels me with his stare.
"We need to talk about Jimin, Yoongi."