Forever Waiting || Yoonmin

Chapter 31 - What the fuck was that?!

My hands fidget at my sides as I stare up at Yoongi & Hoseok's house. It was around mid-afternoon when I worked up the courage to go over.

I gulp, feeling my feet trail against the concrete pathway. I scratch my arm while chewing on my lip,

Maybe I should just go.

what happens if he doesn't want to actually help me?

I turn, cowering away, no longer wanting to face the boy I like.

I can't do it.

As if on cue someone comes stumbling out the door, I spin on the back of my heels.

"Oh Jimin! Hey! Did you just get here?" Hoseok asks, a bag in his grasp.

"Uhh...yeah." I mumble, too embarrassed to admit that I had actually been here for about ten minutes now staring at their house, debating on whether I should knock or not.

"Well, come in." He opens the door wide enough for me to enter. I thank him, walking inside but soon realise he isn't following me.

"Aren't you coming in?"

He shakes his head, "nah, I'm heading off to the gym for a bit." He gestures towards his bag.

"Oh. Is anyone else home?"

Please say yes, please say yes, please say-

"-Nope. Just Yoongi."

I could feel my insides crying internally from both anxiety and excitement.

"O-okay."

Great, back to the stuttering are we Jimin?

"Well, Yoongi should be upstairs in his room, first to the left. See you later Jimin." He says with a perky smirk smacked across his face, he leaves only making my jitters expand.

Okay Jimin. You can do this.

I pep talk to myself, slapping my hands against my cheeks to wake up out of my daydream.

Taking slow steps, I begin making my way up the curved stairs, apprehensive that Yoongi might throw me out.

Once at the top of the stairs I let my eyes wander, curiously taking in every detail in the hallway. My hands lightly graze over a picture of Yoongi when he was a child that was sat on a small corner table. His wide smile made my heart melt.

He looks so cute when he was younger.

He must have been around 6/7 years old, his gummy, toothy smile seemed so genuine then. Now it was near impossible to get him to crack a smile, even if it's small.

I brace myself for the moment of truth;

Stepping into Yoongi's room.

I make sure to knock first before entering, scared in case he was doing something that I didn't want to see.

With one swift motion, I knock, trailing my hand down to the handle as I push it open revealing a dark room. A hooded figure sitting at his computer with his back facing me came into my perception. I cautiously get closer to the dark headed boy, his hair hidden by the black hoodie.

I suck in as much air as I could before taking a deep sigh, tapping his shoulder, instantly scaring him. He jumps in his chair, spinning around to look at me. He yanks his hoodie and headphones off, stopping the music playing from him computer.

"Jesus, Jimin! You didn't have to scare the hell outta me!" His hand was held over his heart to calm his over-generating nerves.

I found myself giggling while Yoongi relaxes before standing to his feet, I give him a confused look.

Is he going to kick me out because I scared him?

I begin to worry that I may have pushed the boundaries with him as he grabs onto my hand without speaking which causes my face to turn a dark shade of red.

Pulling me out of his room, we walk, going back downstairs and towards what I presume was the kitchen. However he stops at a door just beside the kitchen.

I sense my insides perking up with interest at the door while Yoongi opens it, revealing a pitch black room with light wooden steps that sink further into the darkness. I glance back at him, pleading with my eyes that he wasn't going to lock me down here as punishment.

I hate the dark!

I gulp, slightly squeezing Yoongi's large hand more. I detect his eyes landing on me from the corner of my vision.

He moves forward, leading me down into the shadows. Each time our feet take a step against the squeaky floorboards, my heart would excel in rate, feeling as though it could burst out my chest at any minute.

I cling to his arm in unknown fear while Yoongi proceeds to stop causing me to walk straight into his back. Confused but unable to see his face I suddenly feel him let go.

I panic.

"Yoongi? Yoongi!? Where are you?!?" I scream, fear taking over my actions as I begin to fumble around feeling the air, trying to find the slightly taller boy.

"YOONGI PLEASE!!!" I curl myself up into a small ball on the ground, covering my ears with my hands, sounding out the silence that forced anxiety to sneak up on me, dragging me down with it.

Instantly the light switches on, filling the room with a glowing radiance that instantly calmed me. I raise my head from the ground still hovering over in an uncomfortable crouched position. Slowly I let go of my ears, Yoongi's intense stare enters my vision. He watches me attentively, a mixture between curiosity and fear laced in his dark eyes.

I gulp, facing away while I get up from the ground, brushing my pants off from the invisible dust.

"What the fuck was that?!"