Redamancy | Yoonmin.

J I M I N.

"God, it's so cold," Yoongi whispered, shivering inside his jacket. My eyes moved over to him, watching him basically hunch over from how cold he was. Photo shoots sometimes really sucked. We would have to do them in the freezing cold. I had a coat and a blanket wrapped around me, which gave me an idea. I walked up to Yoongi, opening my arms so he could walk into them. I snaked my upper limbs around his neck, his own locking around my middle. We stayed like that until everybody was done with the shoot.

Yoongi's mother walked in to us sitting on his bedroom floor just talking. When she saw me, she looked surprised and then delighted to have me here. I didn't know if I felt the same, though.

I saw that girl touch him and it looked as if he was letting her. We might be a touchy and affectionate group, but I had never seen a girl.. Touch him. She looked familiar too. That hair.

I had gotten up to give Yoongi's mother a hug, but in the midst of it, I saw the long brown haired female peek in along with a sigh from Yoongi behind me. I didn't know if that was a sigh of "please get out of my room this is annoying" or "wow that girl is just really beautiful and I am so content."

When I looked behind me at him, he was smiling.

I think that gave me the answer.

"Yoongi, are you going to introduce them?" his mother asked.

"Ah.. Jimin," Yoongi said, walking up beside me and resting his forearm on my shoulder. "This is Ryom."

"Hi," the female said in a strong and confident voice, making me almost flustered. She was his height, had really beautiful hair that you could easily get your fingers lost in, her body figure was something I knew Yoongi looked for, and to top it off she seemed like she had a good head on her shoulders.

"Hi," I finally said back, nodding my head once.

"There's still a couple hours until dinner so why don't you three come out to the family room and talk there?" Yoongi's mother chimed in, gaining an excited nod from Ryom and a sideways glance to me from Yoongi. I knew his mother would win, so I took the first leave, pushing my hands into my pockets out of being uncomfortable.

As we all sat in the family room, I tried to interact but I felt left out. It seemed Ryom had Yoongi's attention and that I was some guy sitting at the end of the couch that nobody payed attention to. Eventually, I had gotten up and went to Yoongi's mother's side to help her prepare for dinner. It would take my mind off things and if Ryom was spending the night, I sure as hell wasn't going to be as well.

"How are you feeling?" Yoongi's mother asked me.

"Oh, I'm feeling fine, thanks," I replied.

"Do you want to cut these into little pieces?"

"Like little chunks?"

"Yes, little chunks," she said with a chuckle, moving the cutting board in front of me and handing me the knife so I could cut the carrots. "Thank you," she said but then leaned against me and spoke in a lower voice, making me have to stop what I'm doing to concentrate on her words. "He really is happy that you're here. He was quite sad that you weren't coming at first. I think you're his favorite, but don't tell him I told you that," she said, making me lift my head up to look at him on the couch, his eyes landing on mine too.

"Do you like Ryom? Wouldn't they make such a cute couple?" She interrupted, making me choke on nothing and then quickly look down at the carrots on the cutting board. "Oh," I said, "Yeah, they would."

I wonder if these carrots were screaming in pain like I am inside my head.

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Throughout the rest of the evening, I had this raging headache that I refused to speak up about. We all sat and ate and for the most part, it was quiet. The questions were mostly focused on Ryom but I would get the occasional "How's your family?" or "How's the fame?". When dinner was over and everybody had helped clean up, Yoongi's mother had announced that Ryom had to go home now. With a relieved sigh, I glanced at Yoongi who had a noticeable twitch, but looked away when he noticed I had my eyes on him. Ryom left with his mother, and I wished them a safe drive but retreated into Yoongi's room to get my phone which I had left on his floor.

"Why are you acting so depressed?" Came a voice from behind me. Jumping out of my skin, I turn around to see Yoongi who was removing his shirt right in front of me. Don't get me wrong, we've had to change in front of each other plenty of times for work but for some reason this felt more... Intimate. Yoongi was probably the most hidden about his body and would even wear long sleeved shirts in boiling hot weather.

"I'm not," I said, feeling the tips of my ears start to burn into a dark red color.

"If you say so. Are you going to change?" He asked, not even looking at me as he tossed his shirt on the floor, my eyes on his hand which was rubbing at his chest.

"That's the thing.. I didn't bring anything with me."

"Idiot," I heard him whisper.

Yoongi had given me one of his sweatshirts and a pair of shorts, and when I walked out of the bathroom with them on, I couldn't help but pull the collar of his sweatshirt up to my nose. It smelt exactly like him.

I had entered his room again, where he was sitting on the floor playing with Holly. The sight made me smile because it was so uncommon to see him so gentle with something.

"So.. Ryom," I mentioned, slowly sitting down in front of him, allowing Holly to get excited at my presence and sniff at my legs.

"What about her?"

"She's pretty," I admitted.

"Yeah, my parents want me to be with her. Their families are really close. It would be convenient for them." Feeling my heart drop, I just nodded and looked down at my lap. If it was convenient for his family, he would probably do it. I knew he already felt like he had let them down, so he tries to make it up to them. Being with Ryom would be one of those things.

"By the way," he started, "You're sleeping in my bed with me tonight."