Redamancy | Yoonmin.

J I M I N.

He's different. When I first met him, he had this look on his face. This look that made it seem like he was fighting so many battles. Eventually, he became one big wall. But I was the only one he let inside.

"I don't have time for you," he said.

What in the hell does that mean?

He invites me over to his family home and then says he was going to invite Hoseok.

Hoseok.

Hoseok?

They've been seen together a lot lately. Closer than normal. If he wanted to do that, fine. I said I was just going to go to Jungkook's, but that was a lie. I wonder if he bought it, and if so, my acting skills must be improving. Not.

"You okay?" Jin asked from across the table, catching my attention only briefly. I nodded and flashed him a grin before getting up and pushing my chair in, allowing an easy maneuver around the table so I could make it into the bedroom. I know it would be a terrible - maybe horrific - idea to confront Yoongi or even ask if he was okay. Anybody who knows him or at least sees him on a daily basis should know that stuff only makes him more mad.

Hoseok comes out of the bedroom rubbing his chest like someone punched him. The only other person that I know was in there was Yoongi.

He probably asked Hoseok to come over.

Just like that, I blinked and my whole break was ruined.

The rest of the day was slow and felt like I was being dragged by my neck by a power cord. Partly because everybody was in and out of the dorm, but most importantly because it was also rather awkward staying under the same roof as the guy that all of a sudden has "no time" for you. I asked Hoseok to accompany me to the dance studio in hopes to drag him away from Yoongi.

Unfortunately, he declined.

So I asked Taehyung.

Too distracted with Namjoon.

I went to ask Jungkook, but it seemed he had left with Jin which was a rare occurrence.

Instead, I went alone and didn't tell anybody where I was going. Bright idea? Definitely not. I didn't exactly care. I needed to be alone to my thoughts anyway. It seemed like everybody was screaming at me lately and maybe it would have been a bad idea if I went to Yoongi's house anyway. I would have bothered him and dragged him down.

I remember last year on my birthday, when we were done celebrating, all seven of us, I had escaped to the bedroom so I could be alone. Yoongi had noticed and found me sitting alone on my mattress. "Why are you in here?" He asked, but I just held my finger against my lips because I didn't want anybody else coming in. He sat beside me and stared forward as I never moved my gaze off my lap. "I feel like a bother," I whispered.

"A bother?"

"We've been so busy lately. You know? You've been working so hard and so has the other guys and I just had to have a birthday and you guys got me gifts and that's just.. It's really nice but we have more important things to do." I let out a sigh and pinched the space between my eyes.

"You're not a bother, Jimin. We chose to do this for you," Yoongi whispered, nudging my shoulder with his own. I looked up at him and huffed but he was too busy digging into his pocket. He pulled out a brown box, just small enough to fit in the depths of his pockets. "Here," he said, extending it out to me. I stared at him for a couple seconds before taking it out of his grasp. "What is this?" I ask, looking at him again with confusion.

"It's your birthday gift."

"I thought - "

"Just open it," he said with a smile. Letting the tip of my tongue drag along my bottom brim, I pulled the top off of the brown box to reveal a bracelet. A bracelet that looked really familiar. My eyes shifted to his wrist which had the same bracelet around his bony one. "It matches yours," I blurted out, looking up at him with a smile. "Don't let the other guys know," he said with a chuckle. I just nodded and pulled it out of the box, slipping it on and then letting my head drop down to Yoongi's shoulder. "I'm always going to wear it."

I don't wear it anymore. I haven't worn it in months. Yoongi only wears it when it matches his clothes. I rubbed my wrist where it once was, tried to remember what I felt like on that day. When I entered the studio, I only stretched in my own silence. I brought my phone to play music, but what was the use when my thoughts were so much louder?

I was about to stand up from warming up when I heard the door to the studio close. I turned around very slowly because it was never too late to call this place haunted. I even looked to see if anybody was here or was following me. "Hey," came a voice that was all too familiar.

Yoongi.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, rubbing my hands together out of nervousness. "I was coming here to clear my mind," he admitted, slowly getting closer to me.

"Clear your mind? You couldn't of just went to sleep or something back at the dorm?" The look of pain hit him across the face but he masked it was a chuckle under his breath.

"I'm sorry to be such a nuisance to you, I'll take my leave," he said but his voice cracked at the end. He began to walk backwards, back to the outside world that could swallow him whole.

"Why Hoseok?" I said, which also struck a nerve somewhere in his body from the way his eyebrow twitched.

"Why Jungkook?" He replied coldly, no expression on his face like usual.

"I thought you had no time for me. So why are you wasting your breath? Don't go inviting me to your home and get my hopes up only to destroy them. That's a dick move, Yoongi."

"Stop it," He said, furrowing his brows and shaking his head. He was coming back towards me, and when he was only a few feet away from me, he extended his hand out to grab my bicep.

"No, you stop it," I said, pulling my arm away and completely forgetting why I was at the studio in the first place. "I don't have time for people who don't have time for me," I snapped at him, letting my legs walk right out of that building as fast as I could, allowing Yoongi to stand there alone.

I hate him, I hate him, I hate him.