Redamancy | Yoonmin.

J I M I N.

"You should wear your hair like this," Yoongi said in a soft voice, his slender fingers pushing through my hair as an attempt to style it. Feeling the heat rush to my cheeks at the sudden attention he was giving me, I could see the hint of a smirk on his face. "Are you just being funny or do you actually think I should wear it like this?" I asked, a brow raising. "Nah, I just think you look really funny looking with your hair pushed back." 

A month back in Busan was a month back into complete and utter insanity. I never knew a place I used to call home could be such a nightmare because of the silence. I've had no contact with my manager, let alone anybody from BTS. No one had even tried to text me or message me on any format, but something tells me they were told not to. My mother was constantly in my business and even if I say I love her, if I go another day seeing her face I think I'll be swallowed by fire. 

I had to walk to a cafe to meet a guy that I'd never seen or spoke to before, but I had to sign legal documents that would ensure my leave in BTS. When I opened the door though, I was faced with the problem that I had no clue what this guy looked like, and there was a chance he wouldn't recognize me considering I had my hood up and a mask over my face. However, I took my chance when my eyes landed on a male who was sitting alone in the back with a blue folder laid out in front of him; but something made me stop. A part of me wanted to turn back and run away. I never wanted to leave BTS. That's like being ripped away from my family. "You know I always supported you, but enough is enough and it's time to get a real job. All you'll have to do is lay low for a couple months with no contact from anyone and then you can really get your life started," my mom preached. Her voice was always in my head, and sometimes I wish I was listening to fingernails on a chalkboard instead.

"Jimin?" I heard, my head lifting and body turning to see where the voice came from. The voice was deep but also really soft, like a whisper inside my head, or like he didn't want anybody hearing him. I almost thought I got noticed by a fan -- but then I looked at the individual and saw the way he was dressed.  

Black jeans.
Black hoodie.
Black hat.

Black sunglasses (aren't we inside?).
Black mask.

Whoever he was, he didn't want somebody finding out it was him. "Yeah?" I finally choked out, body fully turned to the stranger's attention. He pulled down his mask and let it sit under his chin, my eyes glued to the lower half of his face. 

Yoongi.