Redamancy | Yoonmin.

J I M I N.

"What would you do if I got in a car accident?" I asked.

"I don't know. Chances are, if you got in a car accident, so would I since we are almost always in the same car."

"Just answer the question."

"I'd save you," Yoongi muttered.

Hoseok.

Are you kidding me?

"Yeah, I'm here," I say to him in a blatant voice, hands pushing into the front pockets of the jeans that I was wearing.

He had on this wide ass smile that I wanted to walk up and smack because he just had to show up. I thought Yoongi said he didn't invite him.

"Is your family here?" Hoseok asked, his arm slipping from around Yoongi's shoulders and back down to his side.

"Nah, they went out," Yoongi replied.

"Typical of you to not go with them," he said with a chuckle, walking right over to the couch like he owned the place.

"I guess so," Yoongi said, following after him and crashing on to the sofa. I purse my lips, my fingers fidgeting with each other as I walked over as well, being brave and letting my body sink down on to Yoongi's lap. However, I felt his slender fingers grip my hips and pull me down beside him instead.

Alright then.

After that, I stayed to myself. I kept my hands in between my legs and my eyes down on the floor, only occasionally smiling or chuckling if Hoseok was funny or talking to me.

I looked over at both of them, Hoseok's hand occasionally touching Yoongi's shoulder and Yoongi's lips would always twitch into a smile. Slowly looking down, I could feel my heart sink inside my chest. Maybe it became non-existent. I let my elbow nudge Yoongi's arm until he turned his head to look at me, but I couldn't give him any eye contact back. "Can you help me with something in your room?" I asked, and he furrowed his brows like he was contemplating on what it could possibly did. "I guess so?" He said in a toned voice.

As we both walked to his room without Hoseok, I closed the bedroom door and looked straight at him. "I thought you said you didn't invite him," I said, my lips parting and staying opened.

"I didn't, Jimin."

"Bullshit. "

"Why does it matter that he's here? He's one of us. Get over it," Yoongi said, jaw clenching.

"Why does it matter? It matters because we had alone time and now it seems like you don't even want me around or want me to touch you."

"All because I made you sit beside me rather than my lap? Goddamn, Jimin. So sorry that I didn't want you sitting on me while I talked to him. Are you jealous of him?"

"Jealous? Really, Yoongi? Whenever you have other people around, you never involve me. It's like that even when we are working. You move away from me, usually to be with Hoseok. You laugh and smile more with him, interact more with him. It's like you only come to me when you're upset or bored."

"Oh my fuck, Jimin. Seriously?"

"Did last night mean nothing to you?"

"Actually? Yes. You will never be anything more than a guy who is in the same group as me."

Oh.

Ha.

"Alright, Yoongi. Then I'll take my leave," I whispered, my eyes dropping to the floor as I rushed by him to grab my phone, along with the clothes I had when I first got here. "Have fun with Hoseok and see you.. Whenever," I blurted out, but my voice cracked because this was hitting hard. I could feel the tears rushing to my eyes, I could hear my heart breaking.

I got my answer.

Min Yoongi does not love me.

"Jimin..," Yoongi said, but I just shook my head and opened the bedroom door, rushing out as fast as I could. When I entered the living room, I waved to Hoseok but didn't say a word in case he could indicate the pain in it. I just left. Right out the door.

I know when I'm not wanted.

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Being alone in this damned car wasn't helping at all. It meant I was alone with my thoughts and no matter how loud I had the radio, my mind would get even louder. I let the tears stream down my face, my vision blurry but I didn't think it was too dangerous to drive. I could do this.

It wasn't like the guy that I am completely head over heels in love with didn't love me back.

God, no. Nothing like that.

I didn't love Yoongi.

"I hate him," I said out loud, my fingers squeezing the steering wheel and allowing my knuckles to turn white.

The color opposite of what everything all of a sudden turned to.

Black.