notes ↭ m.yg × p.jm

《twenty-seven》

yoongi was paranoid. perhaps you could put it that way, considering the fact that jimin hadn't been giving him any notes in the previous mornings.

did yoongi do something?

did yoongi say something?

or is jimin mad at him?

yoongi sighed inwardly as he tapped his fingers against the table, impatiently. he waited at their small kitchen table, where jimin and he would usually eat. where jimin would usually leave some food for yoongi. any minute now, jimin would come walking into their apartment. yoongi was ready to... supposedly, ambush him and, well, bombard the younger with questions.

how could he not when jimin was literally showing no signs of existence towards yoongi? they haven't been talking. no notes. jimin makes it a point to avoid yoongi's gaze when he leaves in the morning. and when he arrives in the afternoon, he makes up some kind of excuse and stays in his bedroom for the rest of the night.

it's bothering yoongi.

so much.

at last, he hears the door of their shared apartment creak. slowly-- too slow, in fact. yoongi thinks that jimin is indeed trying to avoid him.

he hears footsteps. and then from the corner of his eye, he makes out a stiff figure near the kitchen's doorway. quickly turning his head towards the sight, there stood jimin, all colors drained from his facr as he stared at yoongi's still figure.

"hyung. i'm--"

"jimin," yoongi said, softly. "i think we need to have a little talk."

"what for?" jimin quickly inquired, coughing a bit. "i'm not feeling so well, hyung. can i just.. go to my room?"

yoongi stood up from his chair, taking a few steps towards jimin. "not until we talk."

"there is nothing to talk about."

"okay? why have you been avoiding me, park jimin?"

silence.

until,

"i haven't." jimin quickly turned around and practically ran down the hall, yoongi trailing quickly from behind. before jimin could close his door on yoongi, the latter slipped his foot in between the doorframe and the actual door, hissing in pain as it hit him quite hard. jimin's eyes widened, widening the entry and releasing yoongi's foot. "hyung! what are you--"

"maybe i said something."

"what?"

"maybe i did something to piss you off," yoongi began, "i have no idea why you're not acknowledging my presence this week, but please. answer me this, jimin."

jimin gulped. "what?" his voice was weak and strained.

"why have you stopped giving me notes?"

silence engulfed the air. nothing but the steady breathing coming from jimin could be heard.

"i thought.. it'd be better if i stopped. if your girlfriend finds out, she might not... like me."

yoongi blinked. "that's it?"

"huh?"

"that's the reason?"

"yeah. i mean, i--"

"park jimin," yoongi laughed breathlessly. "you are so interesting."

jimin blushed slightly at that. "i didn't know that the notes meant so much to you, hyung."

"you don't know how much they mean to me," yoongi captured jimin's hands and gave them a reassuring squeeze. "trust me, they mean a lot."

jimin looked down at their intertwined hands, and then up, catching yoongi's gaze.

jimin smiled, some kind of sad and empty smile. but yoongi felt something in it, and that was enough for now.

"okay, hyung."