CYPHER | BTS

13: STARS

- T H I R T E E N -

May 01, 2020
Friday

📍Los Angeles, California

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Choi June

When I woke up yesterday morning in the new Los Angeles penthouse, I walked past Yoongi (crutches and all) in the hallway. He didn't look at me when I passed him, and I didn't either. But I felt his eyes on me later, burning into the back of my head.

"June," he had said. It made me freeze in the middle of that hallway.

I turned slowly. His face was sheltered, impossible for me to decipher a single thing. I half expected an apology after the last conversation we had. I half expected for him to ignore the entire thing and act like it didn't happen, going back to old habits and bullying me again and again and again.

I was praying for an apology. Or some sort of remorse directly to me. Not to Namjoon or to anyone else. But to me.

But he just shook his head, looked down at his feet, and said, "Jimin is waiting for you."

It's not what he wanted to say, not really. I couldn't read it in his face nor his eyes, but I could read it in his body language. A small part of him didn't want to leave the confines of that hallway until we made up in someway. And I guess a small part of me wanted that too.

But I told myself I wasn't speaking to him. Not yet anyway. So, I ignored him and walked away. I've been doing that ever since. But so has he.

We almost died together. I had thought we bonded over at least that. But we didn't. We're strangers again and I don't know how to fix it. I don't know if I should; if I want to.

I'm friends with the rest of Cypher. Why won't Yoongi let me be his friend too?

I want him to make the first move. I'm done chasing. I'm done with the effort of this one-sided thing. I'm so done.

The wind is knocked out of me faster than I could blink. One second I'm in a fighting stance, the next I'm face down on the mat with my arm hooked behind my back.

"Seriously, June?! It's fighting 101 that you should never get distracted!" Jimin scolds from on top of me. He releases my arms with a pitiful sigh and stands up again.

I groan, standing to my feet. "I'm sorry. I've... I've just got a lot on my mind."

"Maybe so..." He shrugged, walking over to the two water bottles on the nearby bench and tossing me one. I fumble to catch it and it falls to my feet. He snorts a laugh. "We've all got demons, July. It doesn't mean you have to let them completely consume you."

I shrug, picking the water bottle back up and twisting the cap open. "Easier said than done."

He sets his bottle back down when he's done. "Is it about Yoongi?"

This time, I snort a laugh. "The world doesn't revolve around him." Jimin sends me a look, brow raised. "No, Jimin. No, it's not about him," I lie straight through my teeth.

He smirks. "Liar."

I sigh, sitting on the mat. I'm defeated, really. "Why is he such a dick?" I am exasperated.