still Jimins pov.
at yoongis house:
yoongi: I'm sorry for the mess..I wasn't expecting company, and uh...haven't in few months
-he laughed guiltily.
me: its fine
- I smiled politely
me: I'm not the tidiest person either.
yoongi: you can take a seat if you want, I will make some tea.
me: thank you.
-I smiled gratefully and landed uncomfortable on the sofa. The fact that I was speaking so informally to an almost-stranger vexed me. I had to keep in mind that I didn't know his true self. he might be dangerous, he could kidnap me or something...why am I even here..? became paranoid after that thought , focused on his every move. he shuffled over to the kitchen and boiled some water in the kittle. he clumsily juggled a tea bag into a ceramic mug and poured the boiling water in. he came back to the living room and passed the tea to me.
yoongi: sorry I'm not great at tea...
-he chuckled in a friendly manner as he went back over the kitchen to make himself one too.
me: don't apologies all the time, its fine, really...
yoongi: s- oh, I was about to say it again...
- he came back and sat next to me. well not exactly next to me. he shuffled good few centimeters away, making me wonder if i smell or something. apart from our physical distances, it seemed really easy to talk with yoongi..? every time we communicate it seemed. Oddly natural. I saw him sip his tea out of the corner of my eye.
he was awkwardly hunched in the crack in between the sofa cushion and the sofa itself, legs slowly being crashed. it surprised me his legs were so shapely, actually, especially for a man. his poster was rather feminine now that I think about it: leg folded over the other, chin resting on his hand as he stared wistfully out of the window.
I closed my hand over the sides of my cup, warming them. I traced the rim of the mug with a single finger, staring at my reflection. I had no idea how to break the awkward silence. yoongi seemed to be drifting of into his own world, milky dark eyes scanning the flashing buildings out side. I was probably the worse person on earth to generate conversation, especially with someone I hardly knew anything about.
after few minuets of silence I began to think about my ex. I miss the old you, namjoon..the namjoon I met and instantly fell in love with. three years he disposed of. from my life. 3 precious years. a tear splashed into my tea, creating a mini ripple. and then another and another. I then began sobbing uncontrollably , trying to silence my whimpers . he couldn't leave my mind after the sin he had committed.
damn disgusting
a large hand rubbed my back comfortingly, prepared with a tissue. I looked up at the owner of the hand yoongi. he looked troubled.
yoongi: a-are you okay?
