Soulless

inhumain

The sweat pricking through the lines in his palms, seeping through the pores of his temples and neck only fuels Yoongi's knowing that he is, without a doubt, nervous to see Jimin. It's only because of what took place Friday night at the bar, just under a week ago. In the anticipation of his next Thursday appointment with the love angel, Yoongi had formulated a speech of sorts. Not really knowing what he truly did wrong, made it difficult to pinpoint what had caused Jimin to cry, and why his eyes were so dull.

He wrings his hands together, bouncing his leg repetitively in anxiousness of having to look into those hazel eyes. He's afraid of his diffident traits taking control and steering him straight out of this building. For some reason, Yoongi thinks had it been anybody else, he would entertain the idea of ditching out of sheer anxiety. To his surprise, Yoongi had become well aware that he had taken a liking to the boy. It's not his fault though, Yoongi has discussed the idea internally for several moments within the week that he cannot contain his emotions when it comes to Jimin because it's natural for his body and mind to react in such a way when faced with pure love. So the only person he blames for his wracked nerves, sweating tendencies, stuttering tongue and inflamed patches of skin, is Jimin, the love angel.

Although the man had been dreading today, he could not help but feel a hint of excitement wash over him occasionally. He knew that it was because of the way Jimin was, given his gift and natural ability of embodying those traits. However, he also noticed that he didn't just long to see Jimin for his looks or to hear his giggles, he awaited for this day in restlessness to simply talk with the man, as his friend and Hyung.

"Yoongi-sshi?"

At the call of his name he glances at the receptionist who is smiling prettily at him.

"You can head on back to Jimin's office, do you remember the way?"

He gives silent confirmation, stands up and brushes his pants off. He'd come straight from work to the counseling suite, as a result he had not had time to change into more casual clothes. He subconsciously wondered if Jimin liked men in suites. Then a terrible question snuck it's way into the back of his head, did Jimin even like men?

Then again, Yoongi worried his lip over why his mind had inquired about such a thing, why would Yoongi even care? He shouldn't, Love Connecters are not capable of love, everybody knows that. They don't know what it's like to love, they themselves are not able to have a soulmate of their own. Most people would agree it is pitiful and some even feel sympathy towards their kind, for who can go all their life without intimacy? Then again, Love Connectors can not feel anything really, it's just the way things are.

Knocking lightly on the door, a soft hum sounded on the other end. As Yoongi entered the room, Jimin was lounging on his pink chair, bare legs hanging over the side while he held a steaming cup of, what Yoongi guessed to be, tea.

"Yoongi-hyung!" He sounded cheerful, "Nice to have you come back."

"Nice to be back." He managed to muster a small smile as he became visible from where Jimin was sitting.

Today he donned a simple black sweater that ended just shy of his mid thighs, revealing a pair of white shorts reaching to above his knees. His hair was swept forward in a messy bowl shape, his eyebrows hidden from behind the pink mass. He had a tiny gold earring in his left ear, matching a thin string bracelet that hung loosely on his wrist. He looked stunning.

Yoongi walked over to his spot on the couch and wiped his hands on his pants, something to keep him from looking at Jimin any longer than what was deemed appropriate.

Jimin sipped from the handleless cup and popped his lips together, "Want some tea?"

Yoongi shook his head, "No thanks."