Techni-Color | YoonMin

Chapter 21

I lock my car, my heart sinking at the idea of leaving it here. I place my hand on it's hood, the white metal cool under my palm.

"I'll be back to get you as soon as possible, Aro," I whisper softly to the vehicle.

I hear a snort behind me.

"You call your car, Aro?" Jimin asks, his voice incredulous. I feel my cheeks heat at his words so I keep my head turned from him.

"And if I do?" I asks, my voice icy.

"N-nothing," he stammered, "There's nothing wrong with naming your car."

"That's what I thought," I say, walking towards the sign.

Jimin fell into step behind me, the crunch of the gravel under our feet the only sound surrounding us. Part of me wants to fill the silence, to continue the argument we were having in the car. Another part, the bigger and more emotional part, wanted me to ignore Jimin. It wasn't my fault that he got his panties in a twist about Hoseok, right?

I picked up my pace, ready to get into my own room and away from Jimin. The footsteps behind me picked up, trying to keep up with my new pace. Pretty soon we were in an unspoken race, each of us trying to walk faster than the other. Walking turned to jogging, and jogging to running. After a few minutes, we were full-on sprinting, neck-in-neck with each other as the motel sign came into view. It gleams like a star in the darkness and I push my legs harder, begging them to move faster so I could beat Jimin to it.

As I approach the finish line, I turn to smile at Jimin, sure of my victory. My arrogance got the best of me though, as I trip over my own two feet, tumbling to the ground. Picking my face out of the dirt, I look up to see Jimin cross the finish line, throwing his fist up in celebration.

I groan, letting my face fall back to ground. I hear footsteps approaching me, but I can't bring myself to look up and see the smug grin that I know Jimin is wearing on his face right now. His footsteps stop, and the gravel shifts under his weight as he positions himself in front of me.

"Are you okay, Yoongi?" he asks, concern clear in his voice.

I raise my head a bit, letting myself look at him. There he was: crouched in front of me, his eyes filled with concern for my well being, no smug grin in place. I try to lift myself from the ground, my skinned palms screaming in protest at the weight being placed on them. I grit my teeth, a small hiss escaping between them at the pain in my arms. Jimin, noticing my struggle, grabs me under my arms and hauls me up, gently setting me on my feet before pulling my hands out to examine my cuts palms. Seeing the bloody mess I had made of my hands, he shakes his head.

"How do you always seem to cut your hands around me?" he asks, his voice teasing.

I puff out my cheeks, stomping passed him.

Why are you acting like this, Yoongi? It's not his fault that you tripped like some klutz!

I sigh loudly, turning around to face the confused boy behind me.

"Are you coming?" I try to keep my voice soft in an attempt to show that I wasn't angry at him. Jimin nods quickly, hurrying over to stand by me before following me towards the motel. Spying a door labeled "Office", I turn in that direction. I turn the handle, the door creaking as it opened to reveal a lobby that looked like it came straight from the 70's. A bell sounded above us, and a man's voice called out from behind the counter.

"Be right with you!"

I look to my companion, the wariness in his eyes mirroring my own feelings. Hesitantly, I take a few steps into the office and approach the desk. After a moment or two, a short man walks around the corner, his clothes disheveled and glasses askew. He yawns, approaching us and plopping down on a stool that groans under his weight. He raises his eyes to meet mine, adjusting his glasses so they no longer sit crooked on his round nose.