Strawberry Milk - ym

3 - Not Friends

You tell me we aren't close

When I always see you staring my way

3.

Jimin walked up to the neon noraebang, sighing before stepped through the door. He greeted the staff lightly and made his way to Jin's room. He walked in to see Jin and Jungkook in a singing battle, Taehyung cheering on Jungkook in the corner while Namjoon just shouted encouragements every now and then. Hoseok was clapping loudly, bouncing in his seat and there, in the corner by himself was Min Yoongi.

Jimin tried to ignore his heart racing as Yoongi caught his eye and smirked. He gestured to come sit next to him and Jimin moved carefully, making his way over.

"Hey Jimin-ah." Smiled Yoongi. Jimin's face flushed but he tried to ignore it.

"You can put the gift over there." said Namjoon and Jimin placed his wrapped Mario game next to the other gifts. Jimin took off his jacket in the hot room, revealing his simple blue and white stripped shirt. Yoongi glanced momentarily at the discarded jacket but his eyes were quickly locked on Jimin's strong biceps.

"Whoa, do you work out?" asked Yoongi. Jimin tried to act cold, even though his body was burning.

"I dance." He snapped almost angrily.

"Another round for Jungkookies victory!" shouted Taehyung, ordering another round of drinks for everyone. Yoongi handed Jimin a bottle of soju.

"Thanks, but I don't drink." Mumbled Jimin. Yoongi cocked an eyebrow and shrugged, popping the cap.

"Okay." He said. After about two smug sips, Jimin snapped.

"Here, gimme that." He said, yanking the drink out of his hands and gulping down at least half of it. Yoongi stared at Jimin in bewilderment.

"I thought you said –"

"I'd rather be drunk than you." Growled Jimin, drowning the bottle. After a couple more hours, an intense singing war between Jungkook and Jimin singing 'Perfect Man' by Shinhwa (Jimin won), and four bottles of soju later, Jimin was drunkly grinding on Hoseok in the corner. Yoongi, who had rejected Jimin's sober request was passed out on the opposite couch, his snoring head in Jin's lap. Jin was making gestures in the air, drawing something only his eyes could see.

"I'll get the cabs." Muttered the only sober Namjoon, opening his phone, ignoring Jungkook's hand on his arm.

"Hyuuuung! Let's sing Beaver! I love Justin Beaver!" cried Jungkook. Namjoon ignored him and dialed for an Uber.

After lugging all the guys into their Ubers, and dragging them into their houses, Namjoon finally said bye to Yoongi, who insisted on going in with Jimin.

"I just, I just wanna make sure he's o-kay." Said Yoongi, giving two 'okay' symbols with his fingers. Namjoon nodded and they drove away. Jimin was trying to unlock his door, his hands shaking.

"Haha, my house is mad at me!" laughed Jimin, finally getting the key in the lock. He opened the door and turned on the light, immediately passing out on his couch.

"Jimin-ahhhh, I'm gonna stay here tonight, okey dokey?" asked Yoongi, pulling Jimin into his lap.

"Surrrrre." Slurred Jimin, looking up to stare at Yoongi.

"You have a cute nose." Said the redhead. Yoongi giggled and pinched Jimin's nose lightly.

"You too."

Jimin's face scrunched up. "I won't touch your nose. You might disappear again."

Yoongi's eyes turned suddenly cold and his drunk smile sharpened and faded. Jimin didn't notice though and grinned, his eyes disappearing under his cheeks.

"Are you a magician?" asked Jimin. Yoongi started biting his finger nails.

"No." he said coldly. Jimin sighed.

"Ahhh, too bad. I always wanted to be friends with a magician."

Yoongi placed Jimin on the cushions. He stood up, looking down at the now snoring Jimin. "We aren't friends, Park Jimin. We can never be friends."

And he was gone.

'~'

Jimin woke up with the worst headache he's ever had. He rolled over on his . . . his couch? And shielded his eyes from the blaring sun. He sat up, despite his head protesting and rubbed his sore neck.

Images of the night before flashed briefly in his mind; the party, singing, grinding on Hoseok . . . he cringed. But he didn't really remember getting home. He shrugged. Probably Namjoon.

He got up, glancing at his microwave which read 10:54am. Well, he already missed his first class, why bother going to school anyway. He opened it and pulled out a jug of lemon tea, pouring it into a little mug with Gudetama on it. He walked over to his phone and texted his friends he wasn't coming today.

He shrugged and flopped back down on his couch, hoping to work on some of his music aka his job. He worked as a music mixer for a local club but refused to DJ. He was working on a mix of some 2ne1 and Arianna Grande when his phone rang. The caller ID was blank, it was only an unknown number but he answered it anyway, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

"Hello, this is Park Jimin?"

"Jimin, this is Yoongi." Said the voice. Jimin's optimistic smile disappeared as he sat forward, pressing his phone to his face and continuing to type on his computer.

"Oh. Hi." He said.

"Are you . . . are you upset or something?" asked Yoongi.

Jimin sighed. "No, sorry it's just, I'm tired and have a hangover."

"Well, you did have four bottles of soju last night." Chuckled Yoongi. Jimin pressed a hand to his forehead.

"Oh, really? Jeez that's why I feel so awful." He said, running a hand through his hair. He heard Yoongi chuckle lightly on the other end, then the silence grew heavy.

"Jimin, did you . . . did you hear what I said last night?" asked Yoongi. Jimin paused, biting the pencil he was holding. He shrugged.

"Nope. I don't think so. It wasn't, like, important was it?" asked Jimin. Yoongi snorted.

"No . . . nothing like that." He mumbled. Jimin could feel something was up but decided not to ask.

"Oh good. So is that what you called about?" asked Jimin.

"Uh, yeah. See you later." And hung up. Jimin glanced at the phone number and created a contact.

Min Yoongi

He sighed and erased it. He had nicknames for everyone in his phone, no one was their formal name. He thought for a bit, then the sweetness of the milk and the softness of his hand came rushing back. He typed it in and nodded.

Suga

Perfect.