Techni-Color | YoonMin

Chapter 4

I take a step back from Jimin, needing a little more distance between us.

"I'm sorry about that. I wasn't watching where I was going," I say.

"That's okay," he says, laughing, "I guess that makes us even now, huh?"

I nod, reaching my hand up to check that my beanie was still covering my hair. The last thing I wanted was to seem like anymore of a mess this morning.

Beside me, Namjoon cleared his throat. I looked towards him to see him tapping on his watch.

"Ah, I'm sorry Jimin. We have to go."

I grab Namjoon's arm, walking us both past Jimin. Walking down the hall, I wait for my color to start fading. But the walls and floors stay bright. I find myself wondering what colors they are. I almost ask Namjoon, but decide right now isn't the time. He would have questions and I don't feel like answering them right now.

I turn my head to look behind us and see Jimin trailing behind us silently.

As if he senses my gaze, he looks up and our eyes lock. His dark orbs staring back at me quickly become a thin line as he smiles at me. I turned away quickly, feeling my face getting warm. This was not the time to be staring at Jimin, I had places to be.

I take the hallways quickly, still dragging Namjoon along behind me. The colors weren't fading, I wondered where Jimin was going, why he was following us. I quickly stopped the thoughts though. I was already going to be late, there was no need to distract myself further by asking the boy questions. There were hundreds of rooms in this building, he could be going to any one of them. It was none of my business anyway. I didn't even know him.

Turning the last corner, I lead the way to the conference room we were meeting the new trainees. Throwing the door open, I lead Namjoon to the front of the table.

I watch as Jimin makes his way in the door, moving to sit down in between the two boys already at the table. I recognized one of the boys from last night, I think his name was Tae. The other though, I don't recognize. I look over the unfamiliar boy, he seems younger than the other two, his features a little softer.

These were my new trainees? Jimin, his friend, and some strange kid?

I silently curse whatever forces were doing this to me. I know for sure that Jimin is the one that brings my sight back now, his friend was nowhere near us in the halls. But that doesn't mean that I wanted to spend any more time with the pink haired boy. That would just make it harder when he wasn't around. I don't like having to depend on other people.

I clear my throat, gaining the attention of the trainees in front of me.

"Good morning, trainees. My name is Min Yoongi. And this-" I gesture to Namjoon," -is Kim Namjoon. We will be your producers."

I look to Namjoon, signalling that my role in this meeting was done. Understanding that I wasn't one for public speaking, Namjoon took over for me.

"Why don't you guys introduce yourselves? Starting from-" he gestures to Tae, "-you."

"Kim Taehyung. 22 years old."

Namjoon nods his head, signalling that it was now Jimin's turn to go.

Jimin's eyes meet mine, his lips raising in a slight smile.

"Park Jimin. Also 22 years old."

Park Jimin. What a nice name.

I break out of my thoughts as I hear the last boy speak up.

"Jeon Jungkook. 20 years old."

Namjoon brings his hands together, the sound of his clap echoing through the otherwise silent room causing me to jump a little.