Techni-Color | YoonMin

Chapter 7

I stood frozen, staring at the place where Jimin once stood. His words continued to bounce around my head, as if on repeat.

One day you will be mine. One day you will be mine. One day you will be mine.

"As if!" I exclaimed, the words bouncing off of the white walls of my studio. I silently thanked the sound proof walls for keeping my little outburst from leaking through to Jimin's apartment. I didn't want to take any chances of him knowing that he had affected me in anyway. If I showed any reaction, it would only egg him on.

He's like a toddler.

The only way to get him to give up on this silly idea of us being together would be to just ignore all of his advances. So that's what I would do, I would-

My phone suddenly went off, the loud ringtone startling me. Lifting it from the desk, I saw Namjoon's face staring up at me from the screen. Sighing, I hit the "accept" button, lifting the device to my ear.

"Namjoon."

"Yoongiiiiiiiii," he answered.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, already not in the mood to deal with this.

"Namjoon, are you drunk?"

"Whaaaaat, no," he giggled, "What would make you think that?"

"I don't know, maybe it's the way that your words slur. Or maybe it's the way that your giggling like a love struck 15 year old?"

"Ohhhhh. Love is nice, Yoongi. You should let yourself fall in love. Jin and I are soooo happy. You and Jimin could be happy. You guys are-" his voice cut out, someone interrupting his words.

"Namjoon, what are you doing? How did you get your phone back?"

"Jinnn," Namjoon squealed, the sound hurting my ears. I heard a sigh through the phone, most likely from Jin.

"Give me the phone, Namjoon. You always call and bother Yoongi when you're drunk. He has important stuff to do," Jin scolded, always the motherly-friend.

I heard Namjoon giggle, "Yeah, Jin. He has important stuff to do. And that stuff's name is Jimin!!!"

I cringed at his horrible joke. Namjoon always got like this when he drinks. He calls me, makes horrible jokes, and Jin pulls him away from the phone. Jin takes his phone once Namjoon starts to show signs of being tipsy, but somehow he always gets it back.

I heard shuffling on the other side of the line, before Jin's voice spoke into my ear.

"I'm so sorry about this, Yoongi. I don't know how he keeps getting the phone. I'll be more careful about it from now on. I'm going to have to-- NAMJOON! Stop! At least wait until I unlock your door before you start stripping your clothes off!"

"People weren't meant to wear clothes, Jinnie. I'm just returning to my natural state," Namjoon's voice carried through the phone.

"I see you're a little busy there, Seokjin. I'm going to hang up now. Good luck and don't let him embarrass himself too much."

I hung up, unsure of whether or not Jin heard my farewell. I did not envy that poor man. Namjoon was usually so composed, but when he drank it completely shifted how he acted. Taking care of him was a full time job, one that Jin had the misfortune of getting.

Pulling out my chair, I sank down into it. Looking at the time, I realized how late it was. After the day I had though, I know I wouldn't be able to sleep. I didn't want to think about Jimin anymore and that's the only thing I would accomplish if I tried to sleep right now. If I was going to be up anyway, I might as well finish this song. I set my phone back down on the desk, slipped on my headphones, and let myself get lost in a world that only music could show you.