I stood petrified, my eyes darting around frantically. My eyebrows furrowed at my surroundings, the colors still in place even though there was no trace of Jimin around. My eyes landed on Hoseok, who was still talking, unaware of my inner turmoil. My eyes traveled up to his hair, the once bright-orange now reminded me of rust.
Is it Hoseok's fault? No way.. I've been alone with him, haven't I? The first time I met him in the studio, Jimin wasn't there.
My mind ran through my previous encounter with the man in front of me. I was in the studio with Namjoon, listening to my new song, Jimin was..
No…. Jimin was outside the door. But still close enough for his effect on me to stay. Fuck! What does this mean?
I felt my chest tighten as panic started to set in. I had no idea what was going on.
Hoseok noticed my change in demeanor, his face darkening as he looked over. His eyes glanced around the cafe around us, looking for the cause of my distress.
"Yoongi?" He asked, his voice soothing. "Are you okay?"
He leaned in closer to me, tilting his head in concentration. When I didn't answer him, he softly placed his hand on my shoulder. The weight of his hand bringing me back to my senses.
"Yoongi, what's-"
"I'm sorry," I said, the words rushing out of me, "I need to go."
I turned to leave, ignoring the hurt that flashed across his face. He reached out, grabbing my arm and pulling me to a stop.
"Did I do something? Can't you stay for just a little while longer?" he whispered, desperation ringing in his voice.
I shook his hand off my arm, not even turning to look at him.
"I'm sorry. I just can't be here anymore."
I rushed out of the cafe, not once stopping to spare a glance at the man I had left behind. I ran back towards my apartment, apologizing as I bumped into people passing by me. With every step I took, my world returned to gray. Relief filled me at the sight of the familiar shades.
I rushed up the stairs of my apartment building, almost sprinting to my door. I was so anxious about getting inside, I didn't even notice the body that stepped out in front of me until it was too late.
I crashed into the person, nearly toppling over until their hands came to rest on my shoulders, steadying me. I looked up to apologize, coming face to face with Namjoon.
"Namjoon…" I whimper.
He takes notice of my anguished tone right away, straightening and wrapping his arm around my shoulder as he leads me to my front door. He reaches into my pocket to grab my keys, my mind too preoccupied with dealing with my overwhelming feelings to get embarrassed by his actions. He unlocks the door, opening it and quickly pushing me into the comfort of my own home. He grabs my hand, pulling me behind him as he briskly makes his way through my house.
The tightness in my chest eases up a little at the familiar sight of my living room. Namjoon eases me down onto the couch, making sure I am seated before kneeling before me. His dark eyes meet mine, worry filling them.
"What is it, Yoongi?" He prods, his tone soft.
"It's nothing," I whisper.
He shakes his head, his lips pulling down into a frown. "We both know that's not true. I've never seen you like this. You're usually so calm and collected." He fixed me with a concerned stare. "Now tell me what it is."
I knew it was pointless to try and deny it any further. After all, Namjoon knew me better than anyone, probably better than I even knew myself.
"It's Hoseok." I admitted.
He lifted his eyebrow, not fully understanding what I was saying. "What do you mean? What's Hoseok?"
"That's the problem! I don't know what Hoseok is!" I roared, my sudden increase in volume causing Namjoon to flinch. "Sorry." I quickly apologize, dropping my voice back down.
"Care to explain a bit more?"
"I went to give Hoseok a tour. Only it turned out not to be a tour, he just used that as an excuse to get me alone."
"Well I could have told you that," Namjoon said matter-of-factly.
I glared at him. "No interrupting."
He chuckled. Locking his lips and throwing away the key, he motioned for me to continue.
I sighed at his overly-dramatic response, but continued on with my explanation.
"So I went there and he started spewing some stuff about us being "meant for each other". Of course, I denied. We both know that Jimin is my soulmate, that's why he brings my color back, right?" Namjoon nods. "Okay, so I told Hoseok that there was no way. Then he explained that he can see the auras of soulmates." Namjoon looked like he wanted to interrupt, confusion causing his features to furrow.
"I know, I know. That was my same reaction. I'd be skeptical if I didn't already know that weird things happen in life. After all, I'm supposed to be color blind yet a certain orange haired shorty changes that all up."
"So I decided to just let it go. If he says he sees auras, then I'll believe him. Then he told me that him and I's auras are the same color. Meaning we are soulmates. He also knows about Jimin. He mentioned something about how people's auras light up when their one true soulmate is near, and mine was doing it. So he assumed he was mine. But-" I glanced towards the wall that connected my apartment to Jimin's "-he didn't know that Jimin had followed me to my meeting with him."
"Jimin followed you?" Namjoon exclaimed, breaking our rule. I glared at him.
"What did I say about not interrupting?"
"I'm sorry, but this is just getting to good! It's like a story! What happened next?" His eyes lit up, curious about the ending of my said "story".
"You'd already know if you hadn't interrupted me," I grumbled.
He looked at me expectantly, his eyes filled with excitement. I sighed and continued on.
"I was just about to tell him that Jimin was there. But he left to go to the bathroom. Then I saw Jimin in the cafe, so I told him he shouldn't be there. Some stuff happened." I thought back to feeling of Jimin's soft lips as they brushed across my cheek, then cleared my throat. "Eventually he left. So everything was gray again, right?" Namjoon nodded. "Well the colors started to come back. So I turned to look for Jimin…. But when I turned around it wasn't him."
I paused, needing to calm myself before admitting the next words. Namjoon's eyes stared back at me, pleading with me to not leave him hanging any longer.
"It was Hoseok, Namjoon. It wasn't Jimin standing there. It was fucking Hoseok. And the colors were all wrong. Everything was muted. It's like Jimin let's me see in HD, while Hoseok brings me static. I panicked, ran away, and here we are." I finished, the tightness completely gone now after admitting everything to Namjoon.
He just sat there for a moment, staring up at me in shock.
Great, I've broken Namjoon.
"So Hoseok thinks your his soulmate?" I nodded. "And denied it?" Another nod. "But now you're panicking because he brought color which means that maybe, just maybe, he could have been right?"
"I don't know, Namjoon," I admitted, "I always just assumed that people only got one soulmate. That's it. I have no idea how any of this works!" I cried, once again raising my voice. I gripped the cushion below me, hoping to ease a bit of my frustration.
Namjoon looked at me, understanding filling his eyes. "You know what you should do then?"
"What?"
"You should-"
A knock sounded at the door, interrupting Namjoon's suggestion.
"Yoongi-hyung! Are you in there?" I heard Jimin's muffled voice cry out. The pounding only increased, the loud noise reverberating around us. Groaning, I stood from the couch, Namjoon moving out from in front of me as he stood as well. I shuffled to the front door, pulling it open to reveal Taehyung, Jungkook, and a very worried-looking Jimin.
"See, Jimin, I told you he was-"
"Yoongi-hyung!" Jimin cried, interrupting his friend as he flung himself at me. His hands cupped my face, his eyes searching me for any sort of injury. "Are you okay? I thought I heard a yell come from your apartment."
I felt all my tension leave me as I stared into his dark eyes. "I'm fine, Jimin," I sighed, feeling, for the first time this afternoon, as if the words were actually true.
"He just had a bad date. That's all."
At the sound of Namjoon's voice, Jimin looked over my shoulder at the taller man before his eyes travelled back to meet mine.
"Oh… that's too bad," he said, feigning sympathy.
"Uh, huh. We all know you're dancing on the inside Jimin," Taehyung pointed out.
"Yeah, you've been pouting ever since you came back. Grumbling "Why isn't yoongi home yet?" every five minutes," Jungkook added, putting Jimin on the spot.
Red slowly creeped up Jimin's neck as he stepped away from me, crossing his arms in front of himself.
"Tha- that's not true!" He denied, his frantic voice filling the hallway.
I sighed and stepped aside, "Would you guys like to come in?"
Jimin stopped defending himself to look at me, a small creeping onto his face.
"Of course," he accepted. The trio walked passed me, entering my apartment.
I followed them into the living room. Jimin sank onto the couch and I sat beside him, our shoulders brushing as I attempted to leave some space on the couch for one of the others to sit. It was for nothing though, as Taehyung and Jungkook opted to stay together and sit on the floor. Seeing as how none of them were going to use the space, I moved to scoot away from Jimin.
He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, holding me in place. I looked over to him, my eyebrow raising in a silent question. He smiled at me, his eyes crinkling. I tried again to move over, but Jimin's arm held me firmly in place. Sighing, I gave up and resigned myself to my fate.
Namjoon entered the room, surprise filling me as I see him pulling Jin along behind him.
"Seok-jin, when did you get here?" I ask.
They stop to stand in front us, Seok-jin's eyes flashing to Jimin's arm around my shoulder before a sly smile forms on his face.
Namjoon clears his throat, gaining all our attention.
"Actually, Yoongi," he starts, "We came here in the first place to tell you something. I just had Jin wait downstairs until we were ready."
"Should we leave?" Taehyung asked, glancing between the two men and me.
"No, no," Seok-jin states, looking at Namjoon. A smile spread across his lips. "The more the merrier, right?"
"Of course, dear," Namjoon whispers, returning Jin's smile before turning back to me. "We're getting married," they cry in unison, holding their hands out for me to see.
My eyes are immediately drawn to the small silver bands on their fingers, "You guys are engaged? Since when?"
"Since yesterday. We were gonna tell you last night at dinner, but then, you know. It just didn't seem like the right time," Namjoon informed me.
My eyes slid over to Jimin who was giving me that "I-told-you-so" look.
I'm never going to hear the end of this from him.
"Congratulations!" I cry, a smile lighting up my face.
Namjoon smiles at me, surprise filling his face. "Are you really okay with this, Yoongi? I know how you feel about marriage…. It may seem a little fast but-"
"Namjoon, stop. My views about marriage are about me, not you guys." I see Jimin turn to look at me out of the corner of my eye, curiosity written all over his face. I choose to ignore it. "Besides, you guys are perfect together. Honestly I'm more surprised that you could hold this kind of news in for more than 10 seconds," I said, chuckling.
"You have no idea how hard it was!" Seok-jin cried. "I was afraid I would burst if we waited any longer!"
Namjoon laughed at his boyfriends, well I guess now it's fiance, words, a proud smile forming on his lips as he gazes at Seok-jin.
"Well since everyone else is sharing good news, I guess it's our turn huh?" Taehyung says to Jungkook. The younger blushes, but stands with Taehyung anyway.
A grin spreads across Taehyung's face as he grabs Jungkook's hand. "We're dating now!" He yells, lifting their entwined hands into the air.
"Really? No way!" Jimin gasps in surprise.
"Yeah way! You are witnessing the birth of TaeKook!" Taehyung exclaims. Jungkook blushes and smacks him on the shoulder.
"Stop that," he whispers, his embarrassment making his voice small.
"TaeKook?" I ask.
"Yeah, our couple nam, you know?" He gestures to Namjoon and Jin. "Like there's would be NamJin." He turns to look at Jimin in I, a sly smile gracing his features. "And you guys, you're YoonMin."
I look to Seok-jin, his face paling as he realizes that I've caught him.
"Is that why you said that to me the other day?"
"What did he say?" Jimin asks.
"He said he ships YoonMin as much as the next guy-"
"Awwww, thank you Jin-Hyung!" Jimin gushes, smiling at the older man.
"You're welcome, Jimin. Now if only someone," he glares at me, "would get on board with it. Then we would be having a third set of happy news today. Is there anything you wanna share with us, Yoongi?" He says, eyeing me expectantly.
"Well…. Jimin and I-" they all lean forward, unable to hide the excitement on their faces, "-are now friends."
They all groaned in unison, even Jimin. I looked over to him, flashing a smile as he pouts at me.
"I thought you were going to, finally, admit your undying love for me, Yoongi-hyung. How mean," he whined.
"I would do that in privacy, not surrounded by a bunch of onlookers."
"I look forward to that day. Everytime we're alone now, I'll be expecting a confession," Jimin flirts.
"In your dreams," I retort.
"Of course," Jimin says seriously, his eyes boring into mine.
"Alright that's enough," I state, shaking Jimin's hand from my shoulder and standing, "I'm happy for all of you. But I'm exhausted. So can we put this conversation on hold for another time?"
Everyone agrees, the crowd moving to my door as everyone says their goodbyes. In the end, it's just Jimin and I. The younger leaning against my door frame, as he smiles at me.
"I really am looking forward to that day. I'll see you in my dreams, my love."
He leans in quickly, his lips aiming for my cheek. Having learned from our last encounter, I sidestep him. He almost falls over, shooting me a glare.
"Alright, alright. Be that way. One day you'll be begging for it though," he informs me, winking. "I'll see you later, Yoongi," he says softly.
"Bye Jimin," I whisper back.
He walks back to his door, my color fading as he disappears. I close the door, sagging back against it. Now that everyone was gone, I let myself think about all that had happened today.
Still confused about Hoseok, I thought back to Namjoon's earlier words.
I know exactly what I should do. I just don't want to.
I slowly pulled my cell phone from my pocket. I unlock the screen and go to my contacts. Scrolling down, I click on the one I was searching for. I place the phone to my ear, both afraid and hoping that they would pick up.
The line crackles, and I hear a voice speak.
"Hello?"
I gasp, surprised that they actually picked up.
"Hi Mom."
