Techni-Color | YoonMin

Chapter 1

Today was going to be a shit day.
I knew it from the moment I opened my eyes.
And boy was I right.

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"....listening to me, Yoongi? Yoongi?"

Fingers snapped in front of my face, snapping me out of my daydream. Huffing, I turned my head towards the owner of the fingers.

"You didn't hear a single word I said, did you? Don't faze out on me like that," he whined, "it's hard to have a conversation when you get like that."

I turned my attention back in front of me and shrugged, "That's the whole point, Namjoon. I do it so you'll leave me alone. Hopefully one day it will work."

Namjoon laughed at me, my harsh tone falling on deaf ears, "You always say that, Yoongi. But you don't really mean it. No one really wants to be alone, I mean it's human nature to want...."

I zoned out again. I wasn't in the mood to listen to any of his philosophical bullshit today. Namjoon was my best friend, but he could talk you to death if you let him. You had to learn to tune him out. He doesn't even need a conversation partner, he does it all on his own. I guess that's why we're such good friends. He's the only person who doesn't expect anything from me.

I turned my head towards my long-time friend, careful not to interrupt whatever lecture he was going on with. Since we were sitting down, this was one of the only times I could easily see his face. I suppose Namjoon was what people would call "handsome". He was tall and he got compliments on his looks all the time.

I'm not interested in that type of stuff though. It would be useless even if I was. I'm the complete opposite of Namjoon, afterall. I was a good bit shorter than him and nowhere near as attractive. I couldn't even match my own clothes. Guess it was a good thing I adopted a "I don't give a shit" attitude pretty early in life.

Namjoon snapped me out of my self-dissing thoughts with another set of finger snaps.

"I'm gonna pretend that I don't know that you didn't pay attention to me at all because I love you." He sighed, pushing himself up from my living room floor. "Now I have to go. I have a meeting, but it shouldn't take any more than an hour. Be ready at 8, you're going out with me and Jin."

"I don't wanna go on your date with you, Namjoon," I groaned, "It's exhausting being your guys' third wheel."

"It's not a date! We aren't even together," Namjoon protested, his cheeks flushing.

I shook my head at him, "Whatever you say, Joonie. Tell that to someone who doesn't see you two together. I'll come out with you tonight, but you need to go or you're going to be late."
Namjoon nodded his head, relieved that I had agreed. He made his way out of my apartment, grumbling all the while about relationships. Poor guy, I wish he'd just stop denying what was between him and Seok-jin.

I used to dream of finding that kind of connection with someone else. Unconditional love, soul mates, whatever you wanna call it. I wanted it more than anything else in the world. It's a waste of time though. Even if you find the person you are meant to be with, there's no guarantee that they will want you. Or the both of you could just deny any sort of feelings, just like Namjoon and Seok-jin, until eventually you just don't get the chance to be together.

So I guess you could say that I've given up hope of finding true love in my life. And if it's not true love, then it's just not worth it. Only true love would be able to help me anyway.

My phone vibrated on the table in front of me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I wasn't surprised when Namjoon's name popped up, he was my only friend after all. I opened the phone, giving my eyes a chance to adjust to the brightness, and saw three messages from Namjoon.