400 Minutes

Chapter 5

Things weren't awkward, surprisingly, after that. Either because Jimin didn't remember the entire night due to intoxication, or he chose not to. Yoongi didn't care either way, he was grateful. He didn't want to talk about it, he didn't want to know why Jimin leaned in or why he leaned back, some things were better left unsaid.

Their attitude towards each other didn't change either, even when October was already halfway through. They still yelled and got angry over stupid things, mostly when things about the past were brought up. Surprisingly, it was more Jimin recently, he enjoyed pointing out how much Yoongi changed. All it took was for Yoongi to look Jimin up and down to end that argument.

The past week has been surprisingly peaceful, mainly because Jimin's girlfriend was in their room almost 24/7 and didn't give them time to have petty arguments. Yoongi didn't spend much time in the apartment because of this, usually come back into the late hours of the night. Jimin often wondered where he went, especially the nights when he didn't come back until the next morning looking dishevelled and oddly pleased with himself. Jimin didn't want to know the details.

Until one night when Jimin's girlfriend left early and the curiosity was eating away at him, he didn't know his reasoning but he needed to know. He supposed it was the boyfriend he had talked about briefly once, but Jimin wanted to know who he was. He wanted to know his looks, his personality, his major and his past, he wanted to know everything. He wanted to know what kind of man could tie down Yoongi, he wanted to know if he deserved him. Not that he could really interfere or argue, because Jimin most definitely did not deserve him.

"Where are you going?" Jimin tried to come across as casual, stuffing his hands into his front pockets and swaying. Yoongi stopped at the door, with his key in hand. He turned slowly, looking at Jimin with either the most disgusted or confused look he had ever seen.

"Why does it suddenly concern you?" He clicked his tongue as he finished, muttering something along the lines of 'seriously' under his breath. Though he did put his hand down, letting his arm go limp. He obviously wanted to hear what Jimin had to say for once.

"Just curious because you're never here," Jimin was biting his lip, he knew how desperate and pathetic he sounded, there was no hiding that much, "I mean I guess it's that boyfriend of yours keeping you busy, eh?"

Yoongi smirked then, staring at the floor to make it less noticeable but Jimin didn't miss it, not when he was analysing his every move. Yoongi faced him full on then, a huge gummy smile on his face. Jimin hadn't seen that genuine smile since High School, it made his heart clench. Only he made him smile like that, not anyone else. Yet there he was, smiling over thought of his current boyfriend. It was at that moment Jimin realised he had let Yoongi slip through his fingers, it was in that moment that he knew he had truly lost Min Yoongi.

"Yeah," Jimin wanted to scream then, feeling his insides clench like the rest of his stiff body, he didn't even know how to think, "Guess you could say that."

Yoongi's eyes were shining happily as he went to scratch the back of his head, the smile on his face radiated nothing more than pure contentment. If this was how happy that guy made Yoongi feel than he was going to be happy for him, at least, that's what he told himself.

"Have fun," Jimin put his thumbs up in encouragement, but his words came out bleak. He didn't mean to sound as sad as he felt inside, but Yoongi noticed. His smiled dropped momentarily. He watched Jimin with concern for a millisecond, then snapping back to how he was just moments before. He gave him a simple nod, then rushing out of the apartment.

Jimin let out a loud groan when he was sure Yoongi was far away enough not to hear him. He tugged on his hair, unsure what to do with himself. Something inside him was telling him to run after Yoongi and tell him the truth, about everything. But he stood there, his feet glued to the floor, his arms limp at his side in defeat.