An awkward silence filled the room after Jimin's sudden exit, none of us seemingly willing enough to break it. We all just stared at one another, mouths agape.
"Well.." Taehyung turned to look at each one of us before returning to staring straight ahead. "That was really something, huh?"
My head whipped to look at him, my hair momentarily blinding me.
"What's up with him?" I inquire, my tone not very nice.
Taehyung simply shrugged his shoulders which only increased my annoyance.
"I was a bit skeptical at first," Taehyung mumbled, sounding like he was speaking to himself. He looked up to meet my eyes before smiling at me, "but I guess he really does have it bad for you." He chuckled at his own words but stopped when Jungkook smacked him in the arm.
"Not now, Tae," Jungkook whispered to the man beside him. Taehyung glanced between the annoyed look on my face and the cautious one his friend was wearing before understanding settled in.
Taehyung cleared his throat. "My bad. I'm just surprised, that's all. Jimin's not usually the jealous type. I've never seen him act that way."
"You should've seen him yesterday," Namjoon piped up, drawing all eyes to him, "He actually almost fought Hoseok right there in the hallway. I'm glad Hoseok left when he did or else I might've had to stop them from hurting each other."
"A fight!" Jin gasped, his tone sounding like the words had personally offended him. He turned to look at me. "What kind of people are you getting yourself involved with, Yoongi?"
"Excuse me, but Jimin wasn't like this until he got involved with your precious Yoongi!" Jungkook exclaimed, his manners slipping for a moment.
Pretty soon a verbal war ensued, Jin defending my honor and Jungkook defending Jimin's. Namjoon and Taehyung just sat to the side, remaining quiet as their other halves flung word after word at each other. It wasn't long before I had had enough of it.
"That's enough!" I screamed, slamming my fist onto the table, the sound echoing through the room and cutting the fight off abruptly as all eyes turned to me. I looked to Jin, addressing him first. "You don't have to defend me, Seok-jin. But thank you for doing it." He nodded in response. "And you-" I turn to meet Jungkook's defiant stare "-I appreciate you taking Jimin's side. I'm sorry if it sounded like we were questioning Jimin's character. He's a good guy, I know that."
His eyes softened at my words, "Thank you, hyung," he said, all traces of his previous ferocity gone. I simply nodded in response.
Sighing, I push my chair back from the table before standing up. "Now if you guys will excuse me, I'm exhausted and I'm pretty sure this party is over. So get out…. Please." I add the last part as an afterthought, trying to keep from sounding too rude.
Everyone stands and I usher them to the door, bidding Taehyung and Jungkook goodbye as they leave first. Namjoon and Jin stand in my doorway, the latter looking at me with eyes filled with concern.
"Just be careful, okay Yoongi? I ship YoonMin as much as the next guy but-"
"Yoon-What?" I gasp, a mixture of surprise and anger filling my words.
Namjoon smiles before steering his boyfriend away, "I think that's enough of that. Let's go, Jinnie." Looking over his shoulder, he throws me a smile, "See you later, Yoongi!"
I close the door, still confused
What the hell is a YoonMin?
Deciding to ask about it later, I lock it away in the back of my mind. I retreated to my bedroom, plugging my phone in and climbing into my bed. I closed my eyes, my exhaustion allowing sleep to claim me quickly.
I pry my eyes open, instantly blinded by the sun streaming through my window. Dragging myself out of bed, I pull the blackout curtains closed, my room descending into darkness. Scratching my head, I check the time on my phone.
11:43
Great, that gives me plenty of time to get ready.
I meander to the bathroom, pausing for a moment to let my eyes get used to the glare from the lights before I turn the shower on. As steam fills the room, I strip my pajamas off and step under the streams of water, closing the glass door behind me. I go through my routine on auto-pilot, my thoughts on what I had to do today.
Show up, do what you need to do, and get out of there fast. No time to mess around and don't let him pull you into his games.
I chanted the thoughts over and over in my head until the water ran cold, forcing me to leave the shower to continue getting ready. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I moved to the sink. I barely spare myself a glance as I go about brushing my teeth. I blow dry my hair, the strands falling over my face. I pull my jeans up over my hips before slipping my shirt over my head. Deciding to forego the hassle of putting in contacts, I place my glasses on my nose, sliding the thick black frames up to rest in their rightful place.
By the time I deemed myself presentable, it was already 12:45. I checked the weather and decided to leave my coat at home. Instead, I grabbed a light sweater and wrapped it around my waist, just in case it got chilly.
I locked my front door behind and started walking down the hall, my feet dragging across the carpet. With every step I take down the hallway, the world comes to life around me. The walls, which were a dark gray, shift from lavender to a deep violet, the color taking my breath away. I reach out to touch them, letting my fingers trail along the smooth surface as I get closer to Jimin's door.
As I pass the door, I wait for the color to bleed away from the world around me. I'm pleasantly surprised when they stay as vibrant as ever even after I'm a few feet away from the door.
Jimin must be awfully close to his front door.
I walk a few more feet, coming to the door to the stairwell, the bright red color of the door making me feel slightly suspicious.
What's going on? I know I'm too far from Jimin's apartment to see this vividly.
I push the door open and start down the stairs. In the quiet stairwell, I hear the door above me open and close quietly. Finally realizing what was going on, I laughed quietly to myself.
That little shit. He's following me, isn't he?
I make my steps softer, listening to my surroundings. Surely enough, I hear the sound of quiet footsteps creeping down the stairs behind me, the owner trying to be sneaky.
Should I tell him to go home? Nah, let's let him have his fun.
I continue down the stairs, picking up my pace so Jimin will have to walk faster to keep up with me. I push the door open, letting it fall closed behind me. I said I would let him have his fun. I didn't say that I was going to make it easy.
If he was going to follow behind me, I was going to take advantage of the color that came with it. As I step outside, I find myself in awe at the swirl of color around me.
A man bumps into me and I'm too captivated by the color of his jacket to even mutter an apology. I wish I could take a picture of this, to preserve it in all eternity. I know there's no point though, as soon as I put too much distance between me and Jimin any color in my photos would disappear. I watch as a woman with hot pink hair walks past me, the sun shining off of her bright locks.
Pulling myself together, I start my trek to the coffee shop. I know Jimin is following behind me as my color stays in place, but sometimes I put a little too much distance between us and the colors fade out a bit. The color remaining but not as bright as before, as if a shadow had fallen over everything around me. When that happened, I would purposely slow my pace until Jimin came close enough that everything jumped back into focus.
As I get closer to the coffee shop, my pace slows, my feet dragging across the sidewalk as dread sets in. Part of me felt bad for not wanting to show Hoseok around, he seemed like a nice enough guy. Really it was all me and that wasn't his fault.
I'm going to try to be nicer to him.
I walk a little faster, determined to follow through on my silent promise to myself. I round a corner and the shop comes into view, the bright blue banner standing out amongst the dark buildings surrounding it. I weave through the sea of people on the sidewalk until I arrive at the front of the coffee shop.
I pull open the door, a bell jingling above me to signal my arrival to the workers. I take a few steps in and my eyes sweep the room, trying to locate Hoseok in the crowd of people. As I realize he's not there, I hear the door jingle behind me a second before a voice whispers in my ear.
"Yoongi," Hoseok says. Though his words were quiet, they still cause my to jump slightly. Hoseok chuckles at my reaction, the sound of it barely reaching my ears. I turn around to face him, our eyes meeting. A lazy smile spreads across his face.
"Glasses suits you," he observes. He reaches his hand up to touch the frames, his hand brushing across my cheek in the process. I take a few steps back and cross my arms in front of me.
"Thanks. I don't usually wear them out," I explain, trying to change the subject.
Hoseok's face falls slightly at my words. "What a pity."
I let my arms drop to my sides, nodding in response to his words. He continues to gaze at me, and I start to squirm a bit under his scrutiny, my cheeks flushing at the look in his eyes. His eyes glance down to my cheeks before taking my eyes captive again, a grin spreading over his face.
"Shall we then?"
I nod and he grabs my hand, skipping to the front of the cafe while dragging me behind him. Never letting of my hand, he marches us up to the barista. He flashes her a dazzling smile and she takes a moment to compose herself before asking us what we want, her eyes never leaving Hoseok's. Noticing her stare, he squeezes my hand tighter, pulling me in closer to his side.
"Two Americano's, please," Hoseok chirps.
The girl takes in the lack of distance between us, her eyes glancing down to our entwined hands, and her face falls. She tells us our total and Hoseok hands her the money, refusing when I try to give him my share. A moment later, she comes back with our two coffee's, she tells us goodbye and sends us off, but not without adding her two cents.
"You guys are an adorable couple," she gushes, her earlier pining forgotten.
"Oh we're not-"
"Thank you," Hoseok says, cutting off my denial before leading us away. He looks back at me, a huge grin spreading across his face.
Be nice. Remember you promised.
