DREAMING || YOONMIN [COMPLETE]

43: Silence

They didn't get to it when he got home. In fact, the couple remained completely silent about it. Even when Jimin had opened his mouth, Jeongguk had just made an excuse to go to the bathroom.

It was almost as though they had both made a collective agreement to forget about the whole thing until it was absolutely necessary to bring up, though that awkward cloud of tension was always there when they were together. It seemed to follow them around every corner, always wherever and whenever they were in the presence of one another.

Jimin had to constantly remind himself not to get too comfortable, but now he knew that he was still allowed to talk to Yoongi. He had never been supposed to avoid talking to him in the first place, so he supposed it would be okay just this last time.

After that, he would stop.

Stopping would be for his own good, honestly. If he kept talking to Yoongi, he would feel extremely horrible about failing to communicate with his boyfriend, who was in the same room as him. So he was purely trying to cut down on his time with friends and add more time to focus on Jeongguk instead.

Or to focus himself, whichever it happened to be at any given moment.

When he was sure that Jeongguk wouldn't need to find him for anything, he sat down on the couch, picked up his phone, and clicked on Yoongi's icon even though he had nothing to say. Yoongi would probably talk to him—

"Hello?!" Yoongi practically breathed into his ear from the other side of the phone. "Minnie?! You're alive?"

Jimin hadn't even realized that the phone had stopped ringing, and he promptly turned to cough slightly into his elbow. He was starting to feel hot even though he had no reason to feel such ways, except for the nickname that made him flush no matter how many times he heard it.

It was really embarrassing that his friend's nickname could have that effect on him. Maybe he would tell him to call him Jiminie instead so that he wouldn't feel the need to blush every single time he talked to him.

Yoongi always mentioned him at least once in their conversation, and Jimin was tired of waiting for that familiar tingle to signify that his cheeks were heating up from a simple nickname. That issue could be fixed simply, yet he was too lazy to do so.

"Hey," he said, unable to force himself to say anything. "What's up?"

He heard Yoongi let out a loose sigh on the other end, unsure of why he would feel the need to do so, but he remained silent about it. There would be no way that he would inch into someone's personal space unless it was either Jeongguk and his problem to deal with, or it was something that he knew he had done wrong.

Otherwise, he wouldn't confront anyone about anything. There was no reason to make Yoongi uncomfortable without even intending to. And he hadn't hinted at anything for him to ask about it, so he wouldn't. Even then, it slipped his mind that maybe he had been overthinking the whole idea.

"What's up? That's how you answer me when you turn up after a million years?" Yoongi asked him, worry dripping from each and every vowel, causing Jimin's eyebrow to raise.

"What do you mean?" Jimin asked, with an edge in his tone that not-so-subtly questioned Yoongi without intending to.

He had meant to sound playful, not serious, but his emotions were seriously all over the place all of a sudden.

It's not like Jimin was gone forever—he knew that and so did Yoongi. It had been a mere two days since he had called him, or something like that. He was losing track of time and the days that he spent cooped up in the apartment, only leaving for short things like work or class.