don't tell me now|| pjm

four

you and yoongi had sat and chatted for what felt like hours, with the occasional entrance of a friendly customer. you talked about the latest episodes of a k-drama, concepts of their new comeback, and made bets on what color namjoon's hair would be next. you never expected to become close to yoongi, but he was always someone you could confide in. you liked all of the guys and loved how much color they brought into your dull life.
standing and running a veiny hand through his bleached fringe, he announced he had to part ways. you stood and enveloped him in a hug. you knew he wasn't a big fan of affection, but he'd have to make an exception for you.

"yoongi? how's jimin? he hasn't texted me and i'm beginning to worry."

you didn't want to voice your concerns, but you couldn't stand it any longer. it was unlike jimin to go this long without contacting you. no texts. no calls. he didn't even send you cute daily pictures of him and the rest of the group like he used to. you couldn't help but feel hurt at the lack of your involvement in his life. he was supposed to be your best friend, but he certainly wasn't acting like it.
yoongi ruffled your hair and made his way to the door before turning and giving you a sympathetic look.
"he's been very busy lately and oddly distant. he probably hasn't even noticed the lack of communication between you two. i'll talk to him, okay? please don't fret, jagiya. see you soon."
waving lightly to you, yoongi opened the door and stepped out into the crisp breeze. you laughed as the wind whipped through his hair, hands flying up dramatically to smooth down his wild fly-aways. your shift ended in a couple of hours, so you busied yourself with creating new combinations and giving them funny names. your personal favorite was one you named "chimchim." a soft pastel swirl of decadent cherry mixed with smooth vanilla bean. the tiny speckles of black in the vanilla reminded you of the tiny moles that dotted his neck. when did you start to pay close attention to such little things? no clue. you were annoyed at how often this boy entered your mind. you were desperate for any form of relief.

(6:34 P.M)
to: jiminie
-are you busy? are you dead? i miss you lol-

you tidied up and clocked out, hugging the small form of your elderly manager. you implied you'd stay and lock up to relive her of some stress, but she shooed you off and jokingly complained of you treating her like an old "halmoni." you snickered and walked out, sliding into the driver's seat of your car. letting your hair down and ruffling it in the mirror, you glanced down at the luminous screen of your phone.

(6:52 P.M)
from: jiminie
-im free. 100% alive. come to the dorm.-

a wave of relief washed over you. silly thought of yours, but hey. you never know when death will strike. you backed into the road and adjusted your lights to the dying sunlight. humming lightly to the song thumping through your speakers, you began to drive slowly. no rush. no hurry. you knew the boys would be waiting for you. your mind slipped away to the boy that held stars in his eyes more beautiful than the ones above. you pressed your foot harder on the gas. watching your speed slowly rise, you turned the music up to an almost unbearable level. hopefully this would drown out your thoughts.

"on a dark night
i look to the sky
but there are no stars.
for all of them
are shining in your eyes."