Talk to Me // Yoonmin

Chapter Eight

Despite feeling a sense of sadness and sorrow as his heart ached, Jimin swung open the front door, grinning widely as if he hadn't just put his feelings in the open, only to have them crushed by a single text message. Jimin moved aside to allow his guest to enter, who nervously complied.

Yoongi sighed as he took a seat on the couch, waiting for Jimin to retrieve his notebook and pen off the coffee table before joining him. Jimin bit his lip, twirling his pen around his fingers as he waiting for Yoongi to speak. He felt the room get hot, unsure if it was from the nerves of Yoongi's visit, or the embarrassment from his confession to the elder. Regardless of either, Jimin could feel his palms working up a sweat, already regretting his oversized sweater.

"Jimin," Yoongi said after a few minutes of silence, causing the other to jump at the sudden noise. Jimin turned his attention to Yoongi, who avoided the gaze. The younger was not only nervous, but scared as well. He didn't understand why Yoongi was acting the way he was, but he figured he'd soon find out, "There's something you need to know."

Jimin stayed silent, as he had been for a large portion of his life. He contemplated on whether or not Yoongi wanted a response, or if he was thinking of the right words to use. Before Jimin could write down a reply, Yoongi spoke up again, "You might not like me after this. Or maybe I'm just being dramatic and it really doesn't mean anything to you."

Jimin began scribbling in his notebook as a sudden thought occurred to him. He handed his statement to Yoongi before pulling out his phone and clicking on a certain text conversation.

before you say anything, i got a message from tae earlier. he said something strange and i think it might have to do with this

Jimin showed Yoongi the text message he had received from Taehyung, a few minutes prior. Yoongi sighed, throwing his head back as he closed his eyes. His voice was strained as he spoke, "Did he say anything to you?"

Jimin shook his head, writing a short note to Yoongi.

i didn't let him. i wanted to hear it from you

Yoongi's face was blank, Jimin couldn't read it. He couldn't find any spark that would help him figure out what Yoongi was thinking. Jimin frowned, questioning if he had made the right choice. Perhaps he should have listened to Taehyung and stayed away from Yoongi. Maybe he made a mistake. Jimin gripped his phone which still lied in his hand, prepared to make a call if anything got out of hand.

"I'm glad you're letting me explain myself," Yoongi muttered softly, a tone that made Jimin's grip on the device soften. He finally found a sliver of emotion behind Yoongi's eyes. He looked upset, guilty, and embarrassed. Jimin was confused, but let the other speak, feeling curious to learn more about the elder. Yoongi took a deep breath as Jimin prepared himself for Yoongi's explanation, "I have this role in our school, Jimin. A role where I'm supposed to know about everyone's private lives, everyone's backgrounds and stories. I'm not sure when it started, but somehow it became my job to know these details about everyone.

"When you and Taehyung came. Everyone was super curious about you guys. So they kept bothering me, asking me to tell them anything and everything I knew. The problem is, I didn't know anything. I usually just figure things out right away, from a distance. People are really easy to read, they all have their own lives but deal with similar issues.

"I couldn't figure you two out from a distance, like I normally could with any other. Then people started to doubt me. I'm not sure why I let it get to me, but I felt really shitty when they claimed I couldn't do it. It was my job to do this and I couldn't even carry it though. Which is why I figured that if I wanted information about you guys, I should just befriend one of you and get it directly from you."