The Truth Untold: Yoonmin

16

"Babe...Jimin... 𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯 !" Hyungsik's voice was laced with evident annoyance, a sound Jimin had grown used to, but today it was as if he wasn't even there.

"Are you even listening to me?" Hyungsik got close to him, pulling him around to face him and Jimin gasped at the grip on his arm.

"Sorry. I got distracted." It was the truth. He'd been distracted all day. All month to be honest. Getting back to Busan had been torture, but being back was worse. He'd been preparing for his showcase, one in which he would be the closing act and his piece was only halfway finished with a month to go. His instructor had been nagging at him to finish his choreo unless he wanted to lose his spot in the program.

Hyungsik let go of him with a huff. "Jimin, my love, you have to focus. I don't know what's gotten into you these last few days but you gotta snap out of it! The showcase is right around the corner and you need to be on it if you want to get noticed by these companies."

Jimin knew he was right. If he was good enough, he might be able to get scouted by a dance company that always went to the academy showcases to look for new talent. These companies worked for idol companies and Jimin had never envisioned himself debuting in any way, but if he could choreograph or even dance for a group's stage, then he could prove to himself that this had all been worth it. That leaving home, leaving his parents, had all been for something .

Still, his head right now wasn't screwed on straight enough to even think that far into the future.

It had been a struggle to forget the man on the train platform. If it had been Yoongi, Jimin couldn't stop thinking about all the questions stuck in his chest. But the most important one, the one that plagued him whenever he had even a moment of quiet in his tangled mind was: Did Yoongi think about him too?

Had Yoongi spared him a single thought since he'd gone away? He'd never written, never tried to make contact with Jimin. Did he care at all how he was doing?

When Jimin thought back on those few and brief moments they spent together, he knew there had been love between them. In whatever shape or form, Yoongi had loved Jimin. He remembered the way he'd taken care of him when he'd found him crying in the locker rooms of their old high school. Twice. The way he'd hold his hands so gingerly as to not hurt him. The way he'd kissed him. The hunger in those moments when they finally lost their inhibitions even for a second. And the incomparable warmth he'd feel whenever he was around Yoongi. He'd always made him feel so safe, so secure, even in their most confusing moments. How could Jimin not have imagined him to be his soulmate?

Wishful thinking. He'd hoped for him to be his soulmate.

Still, he'd give anything to go back and have at least one more moment with him. Even if it was just to say goodbye.

"Come on. Let's go to your place and maybe Hoseok can talk some sense into you," Hyungsik huffed.

Hobi, Jimin's roommate and the only link Jimin had to the past besides Hyungsik. Hobi who had known and loved Jungkook and Tae and Yoongi like Jimin had. Who always took care of Jimin on his darkest days and never asked questions and never pressured him to get better. Hobi who just held Jimin as he cried. The unexpected best friend who came out of this nightmare.

He would never 'talk some sense' into Jimin like Hyungsik wanted but rather would just let Jimin vent or wallow however he pleased. He was also a dance major at the university and enrolled into the academy with Jimin. Like Jimin, he had submitted an application at the academy and had gotten in the same year. When they met at their dorm on that first day, it had been a shock for Jimin to see him.

"Little prince?" Hobi had said in a much more muted tone than when they'd first met.

Like Jimin, and the rest of the world, he hadn't heard from Yoongi since everything happened. He just knew that Yoongi wasn't letting any of them come visit him and he wouldn't take their calls.

"It's like he died," Hobi had said through shared tears with Jimin. Now, Jimin no longer asked about Yoongi. He didn't know if Hobi had any updates and even if he did, Jimin wasn't sure he'd share with him to avoid hurting his feelings. Hobi was good like that.

He was a wonderful friend and just as good of a mentor for Jimin and he was helping him create his routine for the showcase.

"Why don't you go ahead and I'll meet you there. I just need to go to the library. I have an assignment for my theory class and I need print resources," he said in a low voice. He had been putting this assignment off for a couple of weeks and the due date was quickly approaching. He just hadn't been in the right headspace to do much lately.

He tended to get this way sometimes. The Jimin of two years ago had turned into someone unrecognizable. He'd left that person behind in the busy streets of Seoul. Now, Jimin had transformed into someone he wasn't sure he liked but there was nothing he could do to change back. He'd had to grow up too suddenly and there was no turning back time.

At least Hyungsik seemed to like who he was now as much as he liked the old Jimin. That brought him some kind of comfort.

"Fine. Don't take too long," Hyungsik said before bending down and giving Jimin a dry kiss on the lips.

Jimin didn't even bother saying goodbye as his boyfriend rushed off campus to catch the metro.

He made his way to the library entirely distracted, unable to even discern his own thoughts. He had a bit of a headache coming on and he was really hungry, having skipped lunch and breakfast, and only drinking the protein shake Hyungsik liked to make for him.

He didn't want to go back home and have Hyungsik butt in like he liked to do whenever it came to Jimin's dances. He always had a comment or a direction , as he liked to call it, for what Jimin should do, but Jimin liked being in charge of his own routines. To him, the music needed to flow into him so that he could really understand what his body wanted to do, in what way it needed to move. So he decided to linger around in the library for a bit in order to kill some time while Hyungsik got bored and left his apartment.

Turns out he was in luck because finding resources had proven nearly impossible. Everything was digital now and his old ass theory professor had insisted they find a print resource for them to cite while writing on their topic. Frustrated, Jimin pushed back his now ash blond hair and sighed resignedly. He'd have to ask the library clerks for help.

The help desk was empty when Jimin approached it. A little silver bell sat atop the counter and Jimin hit it once softly. It sang it's sweet chime throughout the space and Jimin waited. Nobody came. He waited for about a minute watching the people around him settle in chairs or tables to pull out their notes and start studying, but still nobody came. He rang the bell one more time and finally, he heard someone's shuffling feet make their way down a dimly lit hall behind the desk. He didn't notice the way his neck began to grow slightly cool and tingly because he was much too distracted by the person walking towards him.

"Sorry about that. I was putting some books away. How can I help you?" The person behind the counter looked up to meet Jimin's face of pure unmasked shock and instantly, his features mirrored Jimin's.

It was Yoongi. This time, it was really him. There was no denying those sharp eyes or that pretty cupid's bow. He looked exactly the same and entirely different.

He'd grown out his hair out and it reached just below his nape, nearly brushing his shoulders and he'd dyed it black. Jimin could still see some of the white peeking in silver straeks here and there. His hair was tied up in a half bun, making Yoongi look much more mature than when they were in high school. His body too had grown a lot stronger, shoulders a lot wider, but there was no denying that this was Yoongi.

Jimin blinked at him as if trying to clear the image of him away. He looked like a spectre, something that would disappear if Jimin so much as blinked, but everytime he did Yoongi was still there, regarding him with that same shocked expression.

"Jimin," his deep gravelly voice spoke but it sounded far away as if there was a filter over Jimin's ears. He felt dizzy, and although the headache seemed to have gone away, he didn't feel well at all.

Jimin quickly shook his head and took a step backwards. "I-I need to go. I–." Before he could get a coherent thought out, he was already turning on his heel and nearly sprinting back down the way he'd come, as far away from Yoongi as possible.