Techni-Color | YoonMin

Chapter 13

Hoseok pulled me to a booth by the windows, sliding onto the bench he stares up at me expectantly. Sighing, I set my coffee on the table before slowly sliding to sit across from him.

I wrapped my hands around the styrofoam cup in front of me, the heat seeping into my hands.

"So, anywhere special you wanna see today?" I inquired, bringing the cup up to rest on my lips.

Hoseok chuckled, his shoulders shaking slightly. "Oh, Yoongi. You really are too cute." He throws a smile at me, one so bright it could make you go blind.

"What do you mean?" I asked, furrowing my brow in confusion and bringing my cup back down to rest on the table.

"I don't want a tour, Yoongi," he said nonchalantly, "I just wanted to get you alone without your little admirer."

"Admirer?"

"Jimin. I'm talking about Jimin. There's no way you haven't noticed that he has a huge crush on you." His eyes narrowed when he said the last sentence, darkening his usually happy features.

Too bad it didn't work. I wonder what he would say if he knew Jimin had followed me here today.

"That's ridiculous," I scoffed, my eyes glancing around the room searching for said admirer. I knew the words were a lie. After all, Jimin had never made any attempts to hide how he felt towards me.

Hoseok's mouth dropped in disbelief, his eyebrows shooting to his hairline. "There's no way you're that dense, Yoongi."

I merely shrugged my shoulders, refusing to admit that I know exactly what he was talking about. I turned to look out the window, watching the people pass by, completely unaware of the world around them. Hoseok, oblivious to my inner people-watching, continued on.

"I mean that just makes it even better!" He claps his hands together, the sound drawing my attention back to the man in front of me. "If you haven't even realized that he likes you yet, then I don't have to worry about how you feel about him."

His words hit a nerve, ticking me off. I placed my elbows on the table, entwining my hands together in front of my face. Raising my eyebrow, I let my frustration fill my words.

"Whether I like him or not, I don't think that's any of your business. Do you?"

If he was hurt by my harsh tone, he did well at hiding it. A tight smile formed on his face.

"I do think it's my business, actually."

My eyebrows rose in surprise.

"Excuse me?"

His eyes met mine, leveling me with his stare. I wanted to shrink back at the intensity in them, but my pride refused to let me back down.

"I think it's my business, Yoongi." His smile disappeared, a small pout taking its place. "It's my business because we belong together."

I couldn't stop the laughter that burst out of me. Bending over, I laid my forehead on the table, causing the table to shake with every laugh that left me.

"What are you laughing at?" Hoseok demanded, his angry tone doing nothing to stop the laughs from bubbling up and out of me.

It took me a few moments to compose myself. When I finally did, I sat up, wiping the tears from my eyes before meeting Hoseok's disapproving gaze.

"Believe me, Hoseok. We are not meant to be together."

Sadness flashed across his face at my words, his eyes dropping to stare at the table in front of him.