Techni-Color | YoonMin

Chapter 17

I maneuvered through the dark parking garage, my car running smoothly despite its lack of use. At the soft purr of the engine, my lips lifted in a small smile. After driving up two levels, a spot of light appeared up ahead. I slowed to a stop as I came closer to it, the outside world coming into view. Waiting for an opportunity to merge into traffic, I tried to ignore the glances my car was getting from passersby. Tapping my fingers quietly on the touch screen, I chose my next song to play. A small black sedan passed us, clearing up the road for us to pull out. Gravel crunched under my tires as I pulled out onto the empty street.

My chosen song starts to play, the beat filling the car around us. Jimin gasps, turning in his seat to look at me as excitement gleams in his eyes.

"I love Havana!"

He dances in his seat, singing along to the song. Peeking out of the corner of my eyes, I could barely contain my laughter. Jimin didn't notice, too engrossed in his one-man concert. Soon my entertainment turned to awe as I became enthralled with the sound of Jimin's voice, perfectly in harmony with Camilla's.

He clapped along to the beat, shimmying in his seat, completely oblivious to the looks he was getting from the people we passed on the street. What they probably saw as strange, I saw as amazing. In this moment, Jimin was freer than anyone else I had ever met, more carefree than I think I could ever be. Glancing at him, I felt myself being pulled into his infectious mood. Pretty soon I was singing along with him, Jimin cracking up at my poor rendition of the song. I wasn't the best singer, definitely not as good as Jimin, but there was something I could do, and lucky for me this song had just the part.

The beat changed, signalling it was Young Thug's part of the song. I took a deep breath, waiting. When his deep voice started to flow from the speaker's, I rapped along with him, letting myself get lost in the song as the world blurred passed us. I finished the rap, never once stopping for breath. A grin spread across my face as glee filled me.

"Wow," Jimin breathed, barely audible over the music blaring around us.

My gaze wandered over to him, awe evident on his face. I turn the music down a few clicks, letting it become background noise as Jimin speaks to me.

"I- I didn't know you could rap like that..." he trailed off, bringing his hand up to cradle his chin, "I feel like it's kind of familiar, though. Why is that?"

My grin slowly disappeared at his question, my previous elation going with it.

"I don't know what you mean," I say, trying to dismiss his curiosity.

"Have you ever done any musical work?"

"Nope. Never," I say quickly. My grip tightens on the steering wheel, the knuckles turning white, as I wait for him to call out how suspicious I was acting.

"Huh, oh well then. Maybe you should."

"No way, too much movement involved."

He laughed, "Got that right."

Jimin turns to look out the window, watching as the scenery passes us by. A comfortable silence fills the space between us, the quiet beats of a song being the only noise. We stay like that for a while, Jimin quietly singing along with the radio as I follow the instructions of our GPS. I get so used to the silence that I jump slightly when Jimin speaks to me, finally breaking the silence between us.

"So how'd you get this car anyway? Why this one?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him turn to look at me.

"Honestly? I wasn't even really involved in the choosing process. Namjoon and Seokjin basically dragged me along as they bickered among themselves." I laughed, recounting the events of that day to Jimin. "I had been up all night working-"