The Truth Untold: Yoonmin

20

Muted sunlight fought its way into the cab through its tinted windows but did nothing to warm Jimin's freezing body. As soon as Yoongi left, Jimin began to feel the chill of that familiar loneliness that he'd gotten to know like an old friend ever since he left Seoul.

There was a new heaviness to that loneliness, almost painful, making his bones ache down to the marrow.

He had warring emotions on the barren battlefield of his heart stirring awake. Watching Yoongi walk away felt like a funeral. Learning that his boyfriend knew Yoongi had been in Busan all this time, felt like a knife in his belly.

Now, all Jimin wanted to do was get home and fall asleep for as long as possible. To dream of nothing and to wake up years in the future.

But life couldn't even give him that. Instead, it gave him a headache and a phone call from Hyungsik.

Jimin took a deep breath and answered dryly, "Hello?"

"Hey babe, how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine."

A beat. "Are you mad?"

"No."

"Yes you are."

"I'm tired."

"Come to my place."

"No."

"Please, I miss your body."

Jimin wanted to crush the phone in his hand, or into Hyungsik's face. Instead he stayed silent.

"Listen I'm sorry I couldn't take you to the hospital, but hey, you got there didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did," he says, pausing for the briefest second before he let his anger speak for him. "Yoongi took me."

He said it to piss Hyungsik off but also because he wanted to hear his reaction, for him to explain why the hell he didn't tell him that Yoongi was in town.

There was silence on the other end and Jimin wondered if he'd just hung up on him, until he heard a heavy sigh. "I wanted to tell you–"

"But you didn't."

"Does it actually matter though?!" Hyungsik's temper flared and Jimin had to pull the phone away from his ear to keep from going deaf.

"The least you could have done is warn me about it." Jimin tried to keep his voice low so that the cab driver wouldn't overhear.

"For what, Jimin? So you could go running to him and say hi like you're besties again?"

"You know I wouldn't."

"It's kind of fucked up that he still affects you. Do you know how it makes me feel? That after all this fucking time, you still think about that asshole when I'M YOUR SOULMATE! ME!"

Jimin jumped back at Hyungsik's roaring voice. His heart began to pound out an erratic rhythm and his hands began to shake. Instead of answering him, he just hung up and shut his phone off, unwilling to continue the fight. He just needed to make it home. As long as he could reach his bed, he'd feel better.

He got home, about ready to collapse as he pushed open the door. On the other side, stood Hobi, dressed to go out and surprised to see Jimin home. Immediately, his face twisted into a look of concern as his eyes took in the state Jimin was in.

"Are you okay? What the hell happened?"

"I'm fine, why?" Jimin's voice was a mumbled slur.

"You look... tired," he replied, following Jimin as he walked towards his room and slumped on the bed.