Redamancy | Yoonmin.

Y O O N G I.

When we had only just begun our career, I had completely broke down at one of our concerts.  I went to the bathroom and hid inside. With tears everywhere and my face in my knees, he somehow found me. I felt him crouch down in front of me, his slender fingers sliding under my chin to tilt my head up. "You're the most hard working, talented, bad ass guy I know," he admitted. His opposite hand extended out, wiping away the tears that nobody even knew existed in me. "We all get nervous," he whispered.

He left early this morning to go back home. He didn't leave with Jungkook though, so in a way, that made me happy. Except, I shouldn't be happy because he was supposed to be going home with me. I stupidly let myself get angry, get.. What's the word?

"You're just jealous of me," Jin said.

"I'm sorry, but you would know if I was jealous or not," Namjoon replied.

Jealous. Why in the hell would I get jealous of Jungkook? Handsome. Talented. Killer voice. Killer moves. Killer body. Killer looks. What did I have?

Why did I care? Jimin was my best friend. We were all best friends. Weirdly enough. I never thought I would be able to say I have a second family of six boys that drive me completely insane but they would probably say the same about me. "When is Yoongi going to start acting like he doesn't care."

I don't care. I really don't care.

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I was one of the last of the group to leave for home. But when I arrived, it felt like such a relief to change my surroundings. When I was at the dorm, all I could think about was Jimin. What I should have said to him. What I should have done. I was such a dick.

"I don't have time for you."

I was greeted by my family, but it seems every time I come back they get less excited. Oh, it's you again. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. I know just how much you love me. We love you, you know that right? To an extent.

I had set my belongings in my room, but had went back to the foyer to gather Holly up in my arms. When I returned back to my room, I laid down on the bed and allowed Holly to lay down beside me. She had pushed her nose into my arm, and it was warm. "Aren't you cute," I whispered.

Jimin's hands are always warm. Probably because he always would tuck them away into the sleeves of his shirts. "I don't think I'm good enough," he told me one night when we were the only one's still awake. He had climbed up to my bunk and I noticed from his voice that he had been crying, but I didn't want to say anything. I never know what to do. "You're crazy," was all I could tell him. "I don't think I'll ever improve," he whispered, but I could feel how hard his shoulders were trembling beside mine. Instead of me comforting him, he found my hand and laced our fingers together, allowing our palms to press against each other tightly.

I've possibly ruined all hope for him and me. I mean, hope for what? We needed to be okay. We had to be. Our career depended on it. Our group, our friends, our family was counting on us. They don't even have the slightest clue as to what is going on.

It was Jimin. He'll act insensitive a couple days, and then get over it like nothing ever happened. Goddamn. But something told me this was different.

I groaned, pressing my fingers against my temples as I let out a sigh. Deciding on getting something to eat and maybe something for this oncoming headache, I get up from the bed but leave Holly to succumb to whatever dream she was having at the moment. When I left my room and entered the kitchen, I heard the doorbell ring, which made me twist my torso in the direction of the door. "I got it," I said, but I didn't even know where my family was at this point. They had probably left to go out somewhere.

Reaching the door, I nip at my lower lip and pulled it open. My brown hues picking up to meet anther set of them staring right at me. However, they were blood shot, wet, and puffy. There were tears falling out of them. And they belonged to..

Jimin.