Silence surrounded us as Jimin continued to stare at me, the fierce look in his eyes making it impossible for me to turn away, intimidating and mesmerizing me all at the same time. I wracked my brain for things to say, a good comeback, anything... but came up empty. Instead, I just continued to lock eyes with the intense man beside me, the rest of the world fading away until it was just us there, the only sound that of my heart pounding in my ears. Staring at Jimin, I felt oddly at ease.

Would it really be so bad? Couldn't we just-

Hoseok cleared his throat, the sound causing the invisible bubble surrounding us to shatter, allowing reality to creep back in. The sound of Namjoon's deep voice as he spoke quietly into the phone, the warmth of Jimin's breath as it washed over my face, the connection between us that I was determined to ignore.

Ignoring my momentary lack of judgement, I let out a small chuckle.

"I guess everyone has different views, huh?" I ask, scratching the back of my neck.

"I think it's a mixture of both," Hoseok commented.

I turned to him, "What do you mean?"

"Well, I think it's a mixture of both of your views. Jimin believes that there is a match for everyone, that there is one person specifically made to go with you the rest of your life. That everyone gets true love. You, Yoongi, you believe that true love is rare, it only happens to a select few. Like Namjoon for example,"

"I think that everyone has at least one match, some may even have more than that. I once heard a saying that at any given point in time, there are 6 people in the world who are a perfect match for you." He holds up six fingers, as if to accentuate his point. "But, what if not all of those are the best possible match? What if," he wiggles his pinky finger, "this guy is only 95% compatible with you? While this guy," he wiggles the lone finger raised on his right hand, "is 100% compatible,"

"You see, I believe that there are multiple people that you could have true love with. You could be happy with them. But you only have one true soulmate. The rest are just.. What should we call them? Let's go with Kindred Souls for now. You could be happy with them, and you wouldn't even know you were missing out, unless you had already met your soulmate of course," he finished, shrugging his shoulders.

I stare at him, trying to process his explanation. I'm so busy in my own mind, I barely notice once the two men beside me start exchanging words.

Jimin leans forward to see around me, a look of surprise on his face.

"You're surprisingly serious for a guy who messes around so much," Jimin sneered, the abrasive tone of his voice showing that he wasn't just teasing.

Hoseok smiled back at him, the happy look on his face contrasting against the harshness of his words.

"And you're awfully small for a guy with such a big ego, aren't you?"

Jimin moves to get up, his anger showing on his face. Before he can fully rise though, Hoseok's phone chimes in his pocket. He pulls it out and his face falls.

"Ah, I have a meeting in a few minutes, so I'll have to part from you guys here. Oh, but before I go," his eyes meet mine, a flirtatious smile gracing his lips, "We really should continue this tour another time. Alone." He gives Jimin a pointed look, before winking at me. Standing, he walks away from us, leaving me with a very angry Jimin.

Jimin stands, crossing his arms in front of him before looking down at me. I refuse to meet his eyes, instead I suddenly find a spot on the wall across from me very interesting. Jimin looks like he wants to say something, but before he gets the chance we are once again joined by Namjoon.

"I see that Hoseok left. I wish I could've told him goodbye," Namjoon observed.

"Don't worry about it. Hopefully he stays away," Jimin says harshly, causing Namjoon to look at me, questions filling his eyes.

Sighing, I push myself up off the floor. "He had a meeting. I'm sure he would've said goodbye to you if you hadn't been so busy talking to a certain someone," I teased.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Namjoon mumbled, the color in his cheeks giving away his lie.

"Mhmmm. Whatever you say Joonie." I give him a soft jab in the ribs. "So what did Seok-jin call you for? Wasn't he busy today?"

"The photoshoot got rained out, so he's on the way back." A small smile spread across his lips. "He was calling about meeting up later."

"Ooooh, a date," I coo, trying to embarrass my friend. Seeing that it worked, I turn to walk towards the lobby, fully intending on making my way home to get some sleep.

Jimin and Namjoon fall in beside me. Jimin staying quiet while Namjoon continues our conversation.

"He says he has something special planned. What do you think it could be, Yoongi? You know I'm bad at surprises," he frets.

"Stop it, Namjoon. If he says it's important, then it's important. Just let him have his surprise." I roll my eyes at him. "Now stop complaining about your love life, you're making me cranky."

"I don't make you cranky, lack of sleep makes you cranky. Just like a grandpa."

"Well this grandpa is about to get some sleep," I said, ready to sink down into the softness of my bed.

Namjoon laughs at me, knowing that I plan to sleep the rest of the day away.

"This is why I tell you not to stay up all night, Yoongi. Speaking of that, your song from earlier, I never got to tell you what I think of it."

"We don't really need to talk about it," I say nonchalantly, trying to hide my nervousness.

"I loved it. The music was beautiful." His praise caught me off guard. "What do you plan on titling it?"

"Spring Day..." I mumble, hesitant to say the name out loud.

"Spring Day?" Namjoon thinks it over before smiling. "I like it. It fits."

I was relieved that he liked it. Namjoon was the person that I liked to bounce my ideas off of. He was real with me, if it sucked he would tell me.

We walked to the double doors, pushing them open and making our way outside.

Namjoon stops at the split in the sidewalk, pointing behind him.

"I have to go get ready for later. I would say you could call me if you need me, but please don't."

Namjoon waves and goes his own way, once again leaving me alone with Jimin, who had been strangely quiet this whole time.

I sneak a glance at the orangette, surprised to see him just staring off into space.

I tap on his shoulder, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"Are you heading home now?" I inquire. Jimin nods and starts walking in the direction of our building.

Since there was no need to make idle small talk, I let myself slip into my own thoughts. Thinking back on what Hoseok said earlier.

"At any given point in time, there are 6 people who are perfect for you."

Was that true? Was it possible that Jimin wasn't the only one out there for me? Could there be more? I don't even want to deal with the one, I couldn't imagine there being 6 people to deny. Maybe I should talk to Hoseok about it, he seems to know-

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice that Jimin had stopped walking until I ran right into him.

Grabbing his shoulders, I steady myself. Before I can take a step back, Jimin turns around to face me, our faces mere inches apart. His warm breath washes over me as he stares at me with a myriad of emotions. I move to take a step back, but am stopped when Jimin grabs my hand, his small fingers wrapping around my own.

I pull my hand out of his grasp and take a step back, not missing the hurt that flashes across his face before it's buried under more emotions. Sadness, confusion, they flash across his face so fast that I'm not even entirely sure that I see them there.

Jimin reaches his hand out into the space that I have put between us, his eyes filled with a million questions. None of which I am ready, or willing, to answer right now. Jimin sees the hesitation in my face and drops his hand back to his side, his eyes going to the ground.

"... his hand, but not mine," I hear him mumble.

"What was that, Jimin?" I ask, curious.

His head whips up, his eyes locking on mine.

"I said, "You'll hold his hand, but not mine." he bites out, his tone accusing me of something that I am apparently unaware of.

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"Hoseok, Yoongi. I'm talking about Hoseok. When I try to hold your hand, you push it away. When I flirt with you, you immediately brush me off. But how come when Hoseok does it, you don't react like that? Why are you fighting me so hard?" He smiles, the expression making him look even more pitiful. "I care about this so much, and I'm not even sure why." He shakes his head. "I'm sorry, Yoongi. Just ignore all that. I don't know what got into me."

He turns and stalks away from me, leaving me standing there on the sidewalk, dazed and confused. My color seeping away from me with every step he takes until eventually it's all gone. I stand there for a few moments, pondering Jimin's words.

Why am I fighting you so hard? Stupid! It's because I have to. I don't have to fight Hoseok... but it's different with you.

I walk back to my apartment, lost in my own thoughts, unaware of the people around me.

Should I have responded? But what I have said? "Sorry, you're my soulmate but I'm determined to ignore that." Yeah, I'm sure that would have gone down real well. Stupid.

I couldn't wait to get back home and sleep. Then I could finally put this day behind me and move on.

Of course it wouldn't be that easy though. When I arrived home, I slipped off my coat and sunglasses, making a beeline straight for my bedroom. I pulled on my favorite pair a pajamas, a silky pair that Jin has gotten me as a gift for my birthday last year. Namjoon informed me that they were pink and we all had matching pairs. I had said that I didn't like them, but they knew I was lying. What can I say? Comfortable pajamas are the way to my heart. That and music.

I laid down on my bed, sinking into the large white mattress beneath me. I closed my eyes, letting sleep take me.

Except it never came. When I close my eyes all I see is Jimin's face as I pulled my hand out of his, the hurt that had caused him. Pushing the image out of my mind, I close my eyes once again. Only to be met this time with the memory of Jimin's eyes as they stared into my own in the hall, the intensity still there even in my memory. I tried for what felt like forever to fall asleep, only to be repeatedly met with images of the small orange-haired boy.

Finally giving up on getting some sleep, I sit up in my bed and grab my phone off the nightstand. Tapping on the screen, I see no new messages. I slip it into the pocket of my pajamas before walking to the door, my feet sinking into the plush rug on my floor.

I sit on the couch, staring at the blank TV in front of me. I grab a pen off the coffee table, twirling it in my fingers absentmindedly. After a few minutes, the pen slips from my fingers and rolls across the floor before finally hitting the wall and stopping.

I shuffled towards the pen, afraid it might leak ink on my white carpet. With every step that I took towards the wall, my color returned to me. I leaned my forehead against the wall. I may not be able to see him, but I know Jimin in on the other side of it. I wonder what he's doing, if he's still upset with me from earlier.

I sit on the floor, letting my back rest against the wall. Leaning my head back, I pull out my cell phone, deciding to take advantage of this moment.

I search "colors" and open the first web page I see. As I'm scrolling through the names and pictures, I see one that sticks out to me.

Red.

The color that floods Jimin's cheeks when he looks at me.

I smile, excitement filling me at the idea of finally knowing the names of the colors that never fail to leave me breathless. I get up and move to the couch, pulling a blanket and pillow off of it before moving back to the wall, hoping that Jimin hadn't moved in the small amount of time I was gone.

I place the pillow between me and the wall before covering myself up with the blanket. Settling in, I let myself get lost in a sea of colors until eventually sleep overtakes me, dreams of orange hair and red cheeks filling my head.