Techni-Color | YoonMin

Chapter 14

I stood petrified, my eyes darting around frantically. My eyebrows furrowed at my surroundings, the colors still in place even though there was no trace of Jimin around. My eyes landed on Hoseok, who was still talking, unaware of my inner turmoil. My eyes traveled up to his hair, the once bright-orange now reminded me of rust.

Is it Hoseok's fault? No way.. I've been alone with him, haven't I? The first time I met him in the studio, Jimin wasn't there.

My mind ran through my previous encounter with the man in front of me. I was in the studio with Namjoon, listening to my new song, Jimin was..

No.... Jimin was outside the door. But still close enough for his effect on me to stay. Fuck! What does this mean?

I felt my chest tighten as panic started to set in. I had no idea what was going on.

Hoseok noticed my change in demeanor, his face darkening as he looked over. His eyes glanced around the cafe around us, looking for the cause of my distress.

"Yoongi?" He asked, his voice soothing. "Are you okay?"

He leaned in closer to me, tilting his head in concentration. When I didn't answer him, he softly placed his hand on my shoulder. The weight of his hand bringing me back to my senses.

"Yoongi, what's-"

"I'm sorry," I said, the words rushing out of me, "I need to go."

I turned to leave, ignoring the hurt that flashed across his face. He reached out, grabbing my arm and pulling me to a stop.

"Did I do something? Can't you stay for just a little while longer?" he whispered, desperation ringing in his voice.

I shook his hand off my arm, not even turning to look at him.

"I'm sorry. I just can't be here anymore."

I rushed out of the cafe, not once stopping to spare a glance at the man I had left behind. I ran back towards my apartment, apologizing as I bumped into people passing by me. With every step I took, my world returned to gray. Relief filled me at the sight of the familiar shades.

I rushed up the stairs of my apartment building, almost sprinting to my door. I was so anxious about getting inside, I didn't even notice the body that stepped out in front of me until it was too late.

I crashed into the person, nearly toppling over until their hands came to rest on my shoulders, steadying me. I looked up to apologize, coming face to face with Namjoon.

"Namjoon..." I whimper.

He takes notice of my anguished tone right away, straightening and wrapping his arm around my shoulder as he leads me to my front door. He reaches into my pocket to grab my keys, my mind too preoccupied with dealing with my overwhelming feelings to get embarrassed by his actions. He unlocks the door, opening it and quickly pushing me into the comfort of my own home. He grabs my hand, pulling me behind him as he briskly makes his way through my house.

The tightness in my chest eases up a little at the familiar sight of my living room. Namjoon eases me down onto the couch, making sure I am seated before kneeling before me. His dark eyes meet mine, worry filling them.

"What is it, Yoongi?" He prods, his tone soft.

"It's nothing," I whisper.

He shakes his head, his lips pulling down into a frown. "We both know that's not true. I've never seen you like this. You're usually so calm and collected." He fixed me with a concerned stare. "Now tell me what it is."

I knew it was pointless to try and deny it any further. After all, Namjoon knew me better than anyone, probably better than I even knew myself.

"It's Hoseok." I admitted.