>>lost<< Yoonmin

XIV

It has been two weeks since the night in the park. I still wonder, and sleep is still distant and almost unreachable.
Today I get out of bed early and pull on a jacket and my shoes. I grab my camera and drift out the door, out of the complex, and into the bustling street. I am jostled and ushered by the mass of bodies and I allow them to shepherd me along, not really caring where I end up.
It is beginning to warm up and a new theme has been decided for this month.
Spring Showers.
The thought shifts lazily in my mind, reminding me of my rain, of Jimin. Amazingly, my picture of Jimin and the picture of the little girl with the kitten had been featured. Apparently not many people had found good shots and my boss found my concept interesting.
The grass is greener now, the city is more alive and aware, so why do I still feel empty? Why do I still drift like I am lost when I am supposed to be filled with life?
I'm drifting for around an hour, the last 45 minutes spent wandering the park grounds. Although it is more lively, there is not a single drop of rain and coming out with my camera was just a distraction. The sounds of chatter and laughter are distant and muted, as if I am in my own bubble.
"Yoongi!"
The single word has sliced through my bubble and left me in a bit of a daze as I am thrown back into reality. I turn in confusion to see a familiar face jogging up to me.
He stops before me, taking only a second to catch his breath, a crooked smile on his perfect face.
"Jimin."
I answer lightly, although I still feel disoriented and everything is too loud and too close. He frowns at me, studying me, to which I am almost too tired to shrink away.
"You look so terrible Yoongi."
He whispers, those blue eyes wide with concern.
"You're so pale and, have you lost weight? Look at the dark circles,"
He is fussing over me and I frown and wave him off softly.
"Too loud."
I say quietly, but my voice is echoing around in my head. He looks concerned and frowns, tilting his head softly to examine me. My eyes follow the stray hairs that fall over his forehead.
"Yoongi, I... was talking quietly."
He says softly, his voice no longer overbearing and loud in my ears that are already filled with the sounds of the noisy park. He sighs and motions towards the nearby gate.
"Come on. Why don't we find a quiet place to sit."
He suggests. We walk slowly together, out of the park and down the street. Jimin shoots concerned glances my way as we walk. I am trying to block out the noise but I am not paying enough attention and I stumble on the sidewalk. His hand is quickly around my arm and he holds me up, pulling me closer so I am supported against him. He stares at me with wide eyes until I regain my breath and tell him I'm fine, although my heart pounds in my chest. I give him the address to the cafe and he guides me there slowly, holding firmly to my wrist as we walk.
But his hand it not rough, it is not too tight, it is gentle as he guides me along and I smile to myself, wiping it off before he notices.
Soon we have come upon the shop and Jimin guides my staggering, disoriented self inside.