Skirt [Yoonmin]

41.

Jimin stared at the outdoors with a frown. He kept telling himself he was in a crappy mood due to the extreme bright day outside.

His eyes scanned the surroundings underneath him. He tried to not look in the corner for Yoongi's car and still did it. After their last talk he expected him to came back.

So the next day when he didn't, it definitely threw him off guard. He would be lying if he denied the fact that he wanted to see him. Yet, his stupid pride didn't let him dial the number.

Yoongi was a stranger. Just a simple stranger. So why was he missing his presence to the point he couldn't concentrate on work? It felt like he had this deep void in the center of his stomach.

The last thing he said circled his mind daily. Love. He had used that word so effortlessly. His tone was what drilled his mental. Yoongi had sounded so hurt both physically and mentally.

The guilt came in nauseous waves. Some days, Jimin felt like he was haunted by it. Other days, he simply ignored it and kept moving. Today happened to be one of those days.

The ringing of his phone snapped him back to reality. He picked it up and proceeded to use his business voice. "Yes Yugyeom?"

"Sir. Mr. Kim is downstairs wanting to see you. I told Jisoo it was fine, but we wanted to confirm. You don't have anything scheduled the rest of the afternoon."

"Yeah that's fine."

"Perfect. I'll let her know."

Jimin put the phone down and sighed laying his head back on his chair. He looked at the empty white ceiling feeling the boredom in him eat him alive. He tried to count the little dots on the ceiling and lost count when Namjoon bursted through the door.

"Guess what happened to me?"

"Fuck! I was on number thirty-five. I'll never know how many dots are on the ceiling!" Jimin said a bit aggravated.

"What are you even talking about? Never mind, that can wait. This can't!" He grinned holding up a magazine.

Jimin looked at the cover and raised his eyebrow. "Okay? What about the model? He's hot."

"I met him!"

"You met who?"

"The model!"

"Okay slow down and have a seat. You're talking nonsense."

Namjoon sat down and handed the magazine to him. "Listen, I met him a few days ago. He was walking down the street and I tackled him to a traffic light pole. Our connection was magical! I know he liked it just as much as I did! I still remember his first words." He sighed pressing his hand to his heart.

"You tackled him to a traffic light pole. Oh, that's the amazing beginning of a wonderful love story. You know giving him concussions and all."

"It's not like that. I didn't mean to do that you know. I was in a hurry and didn't pay attention. Next thing you know I'm on the most beautiful human in the world. It was destiny. It was meant to be! I met my soulmate.

"Destiny and soul mates are bullshit."

He scoffed, "What's gotten into you grouchy pants?"

"I'm just saying. You're wasting your time with all that love and soulmate bullshit. It's not real, okay?"

Namjoon raised an eyebrow and leaned back on his chair. He didn't have to say anything. His look said it all and Jimin could read it.

"What?" He snapped knowing exactly what his fiend was thinking.