Techni-Color | YoonMin

Chapter 8

Hoseok led our little parade down the hallway, my feet dragging on the carpet as he pulled me behind by our intertwined hands. If he felt uncomfortable holding my now sweaty hand, he didn't show it. He actually rather seemed to be enjoying himself, smiling and greeting every one who walked passed us. I tried to avoid their eyes, embarrassed from being led around like a small child.

I tried to subtly slip my hand out of Hoseok's, but it was to no avail. It only made the smiling man hold on tighter.My nose scrunched as I tried to think of a way to get him to release my hand without coming off as rude. Even in my horrible mood, I still valued manners.

We went from room to room, Hoseok curious about every single one of them. Even though almost every room we entered looked the same as the one before it, he still asked me what the room was for. After about 20 rooms, I got a little tired of it.

"It's a studio, Hoseok. You've literally seen 10 other rooms that are exactly the same. Why would this one be any different," I snapped at the man, whose eyes had now fallen to floor at the harsh sound of my voice.

Hoseok's eyes rose to meet mine, sadness and embarrassment showing in the round orbs. His lips lifted in a sad smile, small dimples appearing at the corner of his lips. I couldn't help but find them adorable.

"I'm sorry, Yoongi," he apologized, his eyes falling to look at the floor once again, "I'm just so excited and sometimes I can come off a bit obnoxious. I'm sorry, I'll stop."

The pitiful sound of his voice made me regret snapping at him. Namjoon jabbed me in the side, pain blossoming around my ribs. Apparently I wasn't the only one feeling bad for how I had spoken to Hoseok.

"Well when you say it like that," I mumble, averting my eyes from his face, "I feel like a jerk, Hoseok. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. My bad."

I kicked at the carpet, awkwardly waiting for Hoseok to day something.

"Oh, Yoongi," he cooed, his free hand coming up to rest on my cheek, "Oh, Yoongi. You're just too adorable. How about we just put this all behind us and move on with the tour?"

I nodded and Hoseok dropped his hand from my face back to his side, still holding my other hand hostage. Turning away from me, he starts leading us down the hallway toward the elevators.

"Oh and Yoongi," Hoseok said.

"Yeah?"

"I was asking so many questions just so you would answer. I like the sound of your voice," he stated, winking at me.

My face grew hot at his forwardness, embarrassment filling me from head to toe. I hear someone behind me take in a sharp breath, but don't have time to look at who it was as Hoseok is still staring at me, expecting a reply.

"Oh... Is that so," I stammer, unsure of how to answer.

Hoseok just flashes me a smile and turns back around, pressing a button for the elevator. A quiet ding fills the lobby as the doors open, revealing the posh interior of the elevator.

Namjoon enters the elevator first, Jimin following him. When Hoseok and I enter the elevator, I try to keep my distance from the man, but it's expectantly hard to do in a small elevator crammed with bodies. With every step I take away, Hoseok takes one closer, effectively rendering my efforts useless. Eventually, I hit the wall and have nowhere else to go. Sighing, I resign myself to the fact that I will have to deal with Hoseok being in my personal space.

We stood waiting for the elevator to move. Until we realize that none of us had actually pressed the button for the second floor. Hoseok laughs, the happy sound filling the small box. His laugh is contagious and eventually I start giggling along with him.