Techni-Color | YoonMin

Chapter 16

A pounding echoes throughout the room, waking me from my slumber. I open my eyes and close them immediately again as I'm blinded by the bright screen of my computer.

I must've fallen asleep in my studio. Great.

Squinting my eyes against the light, I power down my monitors. The room descends into darkness, giving my eyes a rest. I close my eyes again, ready to go back to sleep.

A loud thudding sounds around me, ruining any chances I had at falling back asleep. I remove my fallen headphones from around my neck and set them on the desk in front of me. My whole body screams in protest as I stand from the chair.

Note to self: Never sleep in here again.

I knew I would ignore that mental note. I always do. This wasn't the first time I had fallen asleep in here, and it surely wouldn't be the last. I had a tendency to work until exhaustion overtook me. I walked through my apartment, rolling my neck to attempt to get the kinks out.

I throw open the door and am met with the sight of an irritated Jimin.

"Ah! Yoongi! Finally, I've been knocking forever."

"What are you doing?" I ask, rubbing my eyes.

He looks at me, confusion filling his eyes.

"Well, you said that you wanted to leave around 9. So I was ready, but then you never came so I was worried."

My eyes shot open as his words sank in.

Oh shit. The trip.

"What time is it?" I ask, the words coming out in a rush.

Jimin checks the watch on his wrist, "10:13"

"Oh my god, I'm late."

"Yeah you are," he agrees. I can hear his irritation in his voice, but I can't dwell on it this moment.

His eyes go wide as I grab his arm and drag him into my apartment.

"What are you doing?" He asks as I close the door behind him.

"I'm not ready at all. And it would be rude of me to make you wait in the hall," I turn and start to walk towards my bedroom, "so come on in."

I can hear his soft footsteps following behind me, but they stop once we reach the living room. I rush into my room and go directly into the bathroom. I strip all my clothes off and jump into the shower. I wish I had more time to let the hot water work it's magic on my sore muscles, but honestly I barely have time to wash my hair.

I step out and dry off quickly. I grab my toothbrush and brush my teeth with one hand while trying to maneuver on my underwear and pants with the other. I manage to get the underwear on, but the pants are proving to be a bit more of a struggle. Spitting into the sink, I finish brushing my teeth so my hands are completely free. I slide on my pants and run a brush through my hair.

I look around for my blow dryer, but see no sign of it. I try to recall the last time I saw it.

That's right! It's in the other bathroom.

I move quickly through the apartment, coming to the living room. Jimin's eyes land on me and his mouth drops a little. I want to question why he's looking at me like that, but I don't have time right now. I stalk into the guest bathroom and grab my blow dryer.

"Uh, Hyung?" Jimin's words draw my attention to him. My gaze settles on his slightly red tinted cheeks.

"Yeah?"

"Uh, um. Your shirt.... Where is it?" He asks, stumbling over the words.

"What do you-" I glance down at myself, only just now noticing that I don't have a shirt on. "Oh. You're right."