I take a step back from Jimin, needing a little more distance between us.

"I'm sorry about that. I wasn't watching where I was going," I say.

"That's okay," he says, laughing, "I guess that makes us even now, huh?"

I nod, reaching my hand up to check that my beanie was still covering my hair. The last thing I wanted was to seem like anymore of a mess this morning.

Beside me, Namjoon cleared his throat. I looked towards him to see him tapping on his watch.

"Ah, I'm sorry Jimin. We have to go."

I grab Namjoon's arm, walking us both past Jimin. Walking down the hall, I wait for my color to start fading. But the walls and floors stay bright. I find myself wondering what colors they are. I almost ask Namjoon, but decide right now isn't the time. He would have questions and I don't feel like answering them right now.

I turn my head to look behind us and see Jimin trailing behind us silently.

As if he senses my gaze, he looks up and our eyes lock. His dark orbs staring back at me quickly become a thin line as he smiles at me. I turned away quickly, feeling my face getting warm. This was not the time to be staring at Jimin, I had places to be.

I take the hallways quickly, still dragging Namjoon along behind me. The colors weren't fading, I wondered where Jimin was going, why he was following us. I quickly stopped the thoughts though. I was already going to be late, there was no need to distract myself further by asking the boy questions. There were hundreds of rooms in this building, he could be going to any one of them. It was none of my business anyway. I didn't even know him.

Turning the last corner, I lead the way to the conference room we were meeting the new trainees. Throwing the door open, I lead Namjoon to the front of the table.

I watch as Jimin makes his way in the door, moving to sit down in between the two boys already at the table. I recognized one of the boys from last night, I think his name was Tae. The other though, I don't recognize. I look over the unfamiliar boy, he seems younger than the other two, his features a little softer.

These were my new trainees? Jimin, his friend, and some strange kid?

I silently curse whatever forces were doing this to me. I know for sure that Jimin is the one that brings my sight back now, his friend was nowhere near us in the halls. But that doesn't mean that I wanted to spend any more time with the pink haired boy. That would just make it harder when he wasn't around. I don't like having to depend on other people.

I clear my throat, gaining the attention of the trainees in front of me.

"Good morning, trainees. My name is Min Yoongi. And this-" I gesture to Namjoon," -is Kim Namjoon. We will be your producers."

I look to Namjoon, signalling that my role in this meeting was done. Understanding that I wasn't one for public speaking, Namjoon took over for me.

"Why don't you guys introduce yourselves? Starting from-" he gestures to Tae, "-you."

"Kim Taehyung. 22 years old."

Namjoon nods his head, signalling that it was now Jimin's turn to go.

Jimin's eyes meet mine, his lips raising in a slight smile.

"Park Jimin. Also 22 years old."

Park Jimin. What a nice name.

I break out of my thoughts as I hear the last boy speak up.

"Jeon Jungkook. 20 years old."

Namjoon brings his hands together, the sound of his clap echoing through the otherwise silent room causing me to jump a little.

"Great! Now that we are all acquainted, why don't we move this party to a studio so we can hear what you can do?"

As Namjoon leads our group through the hall, Jimin makes his way to my side.

"I guess I should call you Yoongi-hyung, huh? I never would've guessed you were two years older than me," he said, laughing.

I shrug my shoulders, "That's the choice. Call me whatever you want."

Moving faster, I try to put some space between us.

I fail however as Jimin just increases his own pace to match mine.

"I can call you anything I want," he leans in close to me, his warm breath tickling against my ear, "then how about Oppa?"

I turn my heads toward him, my face growing hot. As our eyes meet, he winks at me. I feel my face growing even warmer. Was he flirting with me? What should I say back?

Before I could respond to him, though, Jimin laughed.

"I'm just kidding, Yoongi! You should see your face," he said, reaching out to smack my arm as he laughs.

I huff, picking up my pace until I had left him behind and was now walking directly beside

Namjoon.

Deciding that I needed something to distract me, I pull out my phone. Opening the web browser, I type in "purple".

I open the images, my breath hitching for a second. There were so many different shades of purple. Sneaking glances between my phone and Namjoon, I tried to match his hair color to one of the shades. Once I find the right one, I moved on to "mint green".

As soon as I saw the color, I wondered how Namjoon ever thought it would look good as a hair color. He said it looked good on me, but I wasn't so sure.

Closing my browser, I opened the camera app on my phone, trying to be discreet so Namjoon didn't ask me any questions. The second my face came up on the screen, I groaned at my appearance. I looked like someone just dragged me out of bed, I mean that's what happened but still.

I looked to my eyes, analyzing the color. They were darker than Jimin's but seemed to be close to the same color.

Looking above my eyes, I saw my hair. It was a mess. I once again wish that I had taken the time to brush my hair this morning. The color isn't horrible though, it actually looked pretty good on me. Thinking of hair, my curiosity got the best of me.

Opening the browser once again, I looked up pictures of Cotton Candy.

I almost laughed when I saw the first picture. The food matched Jimin's hair perfectly! I wondered if he thought about that before he dyed his hair. Maybe it was just a spur of the moment thing. Or maybe, like him, he let someone else choose the color for him.

Namjoon chose that moment to tap on my shoulder. Tilting my head up to see him, I once again found myself thinking about the color of his hair. What a strange color for someone to choose, but it looked good on him so I guess it didn't really matter.

"What are you looking at?" He asked, his curiosity showing all over his face.

"Just some food. I was wondering what I should get after this meeting is over with," I say, slipping my phone back into my pocket so he can't read my screen and see that I'm lying.

"I was just wondering that same thing. Want to go together after this?"

"Hmm. I'm not really feeling up to going out, how about you just come over and I'll make us something?" I ask, trying anything to get back to my house as soon as possible.

"That'll work," Namjoon agreed, nodding his head, "I'm glad. If I had to try and fend for myself again, I'm afraid I would have set my building on fire."

I laughed. He wasn't the best of cooks. He always ended up burning something or cutting his

hand.

Reaching out, I pushed his shoulder, "Stay away from me while I'm cooking, Joonie," he laughed at my use of his nickname, "I'm serious. I don't need any burns today."

"Okay, okay, I got it," he answered, still giggling.

I follow Namjoon down the last hallway, trying my best to ignore the 3 boys behind us but I can feel their eyes on us. Or at least one pair of eyes.

I take the risk of looking behind me, and quickly realize it was a mistake when I once again make eye contact with Jimin. I snap my head back around, hoping he didn't realize that I saw him.

Doing my best to ignore the stare I feel bearing into the back of my head, I open the door to the studio.

"Alright, Jungkook, you'll go in first," Namjoon motioned towards the booth, "Give me a song and I'll play it so you can show me what you've got."

Namjoon started the music, Jungkook singing along. I had to admit, he was good. Better than I thought he would be.

Next was Taehyung. When he started to sing, I was surprised at the deepness of his voice. It wasn't at all what I was expecting, but it was good.

Jimin went last. His voice was sweet, a little higher than the others. I got lost in the sound of it, staring at him through the glass as he gave his all to the song. Too soon though, it was over.

Jimin came out of the booth, and Namjoon sat him down beside the other two.

"You're all really good and I can see how they think your voices will sound together. With those voices and our music-" he motioned between the two of us, "-I'm sure you guys will be a hit. That's it for today. We'll meet you guys back here tomorrow to talk about what kind of sound you guys want to have."

At Namjoon's dismissal the boys stood and milled toward the door. Jungkook and Tae were talking to each other, leaving Jimin to trail behind them.

When Namjoon and I walked through the door, Jimin pulled me to the side.

Namjoon stopped, his confusion showing on his face.

"It's okay, Namjoon. Go ahead without me. I'll meet you outside," I urged, half-hoping he would

ignore me and stay. Of course he was a good friend and gave me privacy.

Sighing, I turned towards Jimin. Raising an eyebrow, I waited for him to say something.

Jimin's face darkened under my scrutiny.

"I'm sorry about earlier, Yoongi. If I had known... If I had known that you were dating Namjoon-" he averted his eyes, "-I never would have said anything like that."

His words took a second to sink in, and when they finally did, I doubled over with laughter. Jimin stared down at me, confusion written across his features.

"You think... You think that we're dating?" I said, trying to fight through the laughs stil wracking my chest, "Me and Namjoon? What on Earth gave you that idea?"

Jimin's mouth opened but no sound came out. When it finally dawned on him that he had been wrong, the color in his cheeks deepened.

"You're not? Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! You guys made lunch plans... You called him by a nickname. I just assumed," Jimin cried, looking like he wished he could crawl in a hole.

Finally getting my laughing until control, I tried to ease his embarrassment.

"It's okay. You're not the first one to make that mistake," I said, sighing. Namjoon and I had been mistaken for a couple more often than I would like to admit.

"So you're not dating?" Jimin asked.

"No we are not dating. We're just really good friends. And before you ask, there's no chance of him and I dating. Namjoon has a boyfriend. I believe you saw him last night. He was the one who scolded you."

Jimin smiled at me, I could almost see the gears working inside his head.

"Sooooooo, Namjoon has a boyfriend?" I nod, wondering where he's taking this, "but you don't."

"If this is a question about whether or not I am into men, I can assure you that I don't care about something as basic as gender," I say, confused as to why he wants to know, "Now if you're done with your strange interrogation, I have plans with Namjoon."

I turn away from him, taking a few steps down the hall.

I stop in my tracks when he calls after me.

"Do you want one?"

I turn my head around to face him, seeing the hope on his face.

"No. I don't."

I see his face fall as I turn back around. I walk down the hall, leaving him standing there in the hallway.