Techni-Color | YoonMin

Chapter 23

The first thing I become conscious of is the pounding in my head, the throbbing pain that surfaces before I even open my eyes. I groan but the sound sends waves of excruciating pain throughout my skull, making me cut it off almost as soon as it had left my lips. I roll onto my back, my stomach rolling at the sudden movement. I open my eyes slowly, letting myself get used to the light before opening them farther and farther. Once finally open, I let them wander around the room as I try to work out where I am.

Ugly ass drywall, paint chips all over. Ahh, that's right we're in a motel. I need to call someone to fix my car.

I sit up slowly, my head spinning. Patting myself down, I find my phone in my pocket and pull it out. I open the screen and immediately turn down the brightness. Luckily there seemed to be service here. Bringing up Naver, I search for car repair places. Clicking on the first option, I hold the phone to my ear, flinching at the pain that the ringing caused.

Suddenly the ringing stops and a man greets me, "Hello."

"Ah, hello," I greet, gritting my teeth against the pain in my head.

"How can I help you?"

"I got a flat tire last night and need to have it replaced, please."

"Oh, no problem. That's pretty common around here," he says, chuckling. "I just need the location of the car and where I should drop it off after."

I quickly give him everything he needs, bidding him goodbye before hanging up.

"Now that that's done," I mumble to myself, standing, "I really need to wash out my mouth."

I make my way across the room, slowly since I had to hold onto the wall for balance sometimes, and approach the door to the bathroom. I try the handle, but it's locked.

"What the hell," I say quietly. I smack my hand against the door, "Jimin! Jimin! Are you in there?"

A quiet groan sounds from the other side of the door. I bring my hand back up, smacking against the wood yet again. "Come on, Jimin! Let me in!"

I hear shuffling and I step as the lock clicks out of place. The door swings open, revealing a disheveled Jimin. His cheeks darken when we make eye contact. I sigh at his messy appearance, "Did you sleep in the bathroom?"

He glances away from me, his blush only deepening. "May-Maybe I did."

"Why would you do that?" I ask, before pushing passed him. "You know what, it doesn't matter. I need the bathroom." I push him out the door, shutting it in his face. Turning around, I gaze at my reflection, groaning at the mess looking back at me. My hair was a mess, sticking up in a million different directions. I looked like I just stepped out of an anime.

I turn on the faucet, cupping my hands to use as a makeshift cup. I drink the water, sighing at the coolness of it. Once again getting my hands wet, I try to flatten my hair. It takes quite a while, but eventually I manage to wrangle the strands back into their assigned places. Turning the water off, I leave the bathroom. I nearly smack into Jimin, who hasn't moved from his spot out side the door.

"Jesus, Jimin!" I yell, bringing my hand to rest over my racing heart. "What are you doing?"

He looks at me, his expression puzzled. I roll my eyes at him and step around him, moving about the room. "You might want to make sure you have everything," I say, picking his jacket up of the floor. "I called someone to fix the car. It should be done soon." I toss him the jacket, but he doesn't catch it. It bounces off his chest before falling to the floor. His eyes follow it, but he makes no move to pick it up.