Redamancy | Yoonmin.

Y O O N G I.

"We're just about the same height," Jimin said. "Yeah, what about it?" I muttered, glancing over at him. "So let's see who's hand is bigger." Cocking a brow up, I watch as he gets up from his seat and roams over to me, allowing himself to settle down on my lap. He takes one of my hands and presses his own against mine, but instead of measuring on who's hand is bigger, he just laced our fingers and sat on my lap for another fifteen minutes. Weirdly enough, I let him do that. In front of the other members.

"I'm in love with you."
I blinked.
"You.. what?"
"I.. am.. in.. big trouble, because I'm just messing with you!" Jimin said, raising his arms up with this cheesy ass smile on his face.
God, I wanted to wipe it off.
I just grumbled and shook my head, looking down at his knee. Did this idiot really not feel anything? More importantly.. My heart was racing. So hard. All because of this... This idiot.
Sighing, I scratch at my cheek and then cross my arms over my chest, eyes planted on the brown ones in front of me. "Then tell me the real reason," I commanded. I watched as he looked down and fidgeted with his fingers. The smile was wiped off his face and his body posture became slouched.
"I wanted to see if Hoseok was here," he murmured under his breath.
Scoffing, I look up at the ceiling and then move away from Jimin, having to go through drawers and one closet to find a simple bandaid. God, I was starting to forget where things where.
"He isn't here," I finally said, tearing the box open.
"Why not?"
"I don't know. I didn't ask him."
"So.. You lied about asking him?"
"You lied about going to Jungkook's."
"Touché," Jimin whispered. Shaking my head, I drop a bandaid in his lap and then set the box back where I found it.
"When I said I didn't have time for you, I didn't mean I didn't have time for you here," I admitted, not turning around to face him.
"So? That stuff really hurts."
"Then man up, Jimin. It's like you don't even know me," I snapped, now looking at him over my shoulder with a sour expression on his face.
"Yeah, maybe I don't," he whispered.
I let out a very sarcastic laugh under my breath before I open the door to the bathroom and leave him alone inside.
Yeah, Jimin. If you only knew.

I heard footsteps trample inside the foyer, assuming it was my family that had probably come home from grocery shopping. They always insisted that they make a special dinner the night I come home. Pursing my lips, I make an appearance in the living room, seeing an extra person than usual taking their coat off and hanging it on the hook nailed to the wall.
"Yoongi! Look who's here," my mother said, making me cringe because whenever she said that it usually meant someone I didn't like. My eyes landed on the long brown hair that fell along a slender and short back. When she turned around and made eye contact with me, I noticed it was -
"Ryom, you like what we are making, right?"
Ryom.
How dare my mother bring her here.
"Yes, of course I do," Ryom replied, but kept her eyes on me. I just looked away and puffed out my cheeks to distract myself. I needed to tell my mom that Jimin was here
Jimin is here.
Oh my god, Jimin is actually here.
Mentally freaking out, I look back towards the closed bathroom door, but I feel small slender fingers brush against my shoulder, bringing me back to reality. "How's work going?" Ryom asked, my eyes flicking to hers as I hesitate to even answer. "Fine."
"Just fine?"
"Yeah," I mutter, her hand moved to my lower back which was followed by a small chuckle. What the hell was she laughing at? Why was she touching me?
I was just about to step away from her grasp when I heard the bathroom door open, making me look over my shoulder to see Jimin. His eyes landed on mine, then the hand on my back, then the long brown hair, then me, then on the floor as he escaped to my bedroom. Blinking a few times, I just shake my head and look foreword.
He was usually so open and would always make himself known to my family. No matter the circumstances.

Rubbing at my eye, I leave Ryom's grasp without a word and head down to my bedroom. The door was slightly closed, but slightly cracked so I pushed it open and walked inside, door closing behind me with the help of my foot. Jimin was on the floor, back against my bed and knees tucked to his chest. I roamed over to him and sunk down to his level, my own back pressing against the mattress. "What are you doing in here?" I asked, leaning my head back but tilting it so I could peek at his side profile.
"I don't know.. Trying to see if I could spend break somewhere else," he admitted, picking at his nails. I lift my head and look down, seeing his phone that he must have used to contact someone.
"You just got here. Am I that much of a dick?" I asked, but the only answer I got was him turning his head to stare at me. "Why waste gas, idiot. You drove all the way here, right? Just stay here." Jimin stayed quiet, just looking back down. I could tell he was thinking something, but I couldn't pin point it. I nudge him and then press my forehead down against his shoulder. "Why are you acting this way towards me?" I ask softly, but again, all I hear are a few beats of silence. "Jimin."
"I don't know, Yoongi. I don't know, okay? I'm just. I'm stressed out," he finally admitted, his fingers diving into his thick dark locks of hair. I look up at him and then lift my head, sighing softly out through my nose. "Give me the Jimin that smiles at everything," I breathed out, my fingers wrapping around his bicep to hold on to. I can see a hint of smile on his face when I touch him, making my own lips twitch. I scoot myself closer as he rests his temple against my forehead, making it easy to see him close his eyes.

"I know I said I don't have time for you, but that's a lie. I'll always have time for you," I whispered.