Techni-Color | YoonMin

Chapter 24

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing," Jimin says coldly, turning to face back out the window.

I glance at him before quickly bringing my eyes back to the road.  "Well okay then," I whisper, confused. I wait patiently for him to explain to me what he's so upset about, but after 15 minutes it becomes clear to me that he has no intentions of sharing his thoughts with me. Sighing, I sink down in my seat, preparing myself for the two hours of radio silence ahead of me.

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We're about 30 minutes from home when I can't take Jimin's silence anymore. My eyes stray over to him, taking in the hard set of his shoulders, the way his eyes stare out the window, not really seeing anything. If it wasn't for the soft rise and fall of his chest I would think he was a statue. I can tell he's upset about something, I just don't know what.

Maybe it's the fight?

I decide to take a chance, hoping that he would open up to me. I clear my throat, breaking the silence that now seems to be permanently surrounding us. "Do you want to talk about the fight we had last night?" I ask, hoping he would take the chance to talk it out with me. Instead, I'm met with radio silence as he doesn't even acknowledge that I've spoken to him. "I guess that's a no," I say quietly, focusing my attention back on the road.

I try to focus on driving, but I can't stop my mind from wandering to my dream from last night. The memories of it are fuzzy and often come to me in pieces, but those small snippets left me yearning for more. The first thing I remember is Jimin's eyes, the soft brown of them hazed over with desire. Then his hands, the gentleness in them as he held me, running them down my sides, under my shirt, touching my ba-

"Yoongi!" Jimin yells, bringing me out of my daydream, as we go dangerously far over the middle line. I jerk the car, bringing it back into its assigned lane.

I look over to the passenger seat, coming face to face with Jimin's glaring eyes. I smile sheepishly, looking back out front. "My bad," I say, hoping he'll let it go. Of course he never makes anything easy for me.

"What the hell were you doing?" He asks me, his voice letting me know that he won't accept anything other than the truth. The problem was, I couldn't just tell him the truth. As we stood right now, Jimin and I were on a rocky road. We still hadn't made up from the whole "soulmate" thing and now it would seem he's mad at me for something new. What was I supposed to tell him?

Sighing, I decide to go with a version of the truth. "Sorry, I zoned out. I was thinking about the dream I had last night," I explain, hoping it will be enough.

"What was the dream about?"

Aw hell.

"Nothing much," I lie quickly, trying to avoid his question.

"If it was nothing, you wouldn't be spacing out while driving, almost killing us," he argues.

Touché.

Groaning, I tighten my grip on the steering wheel, my knuckles white. "Do I really need to tell you? Is it really any of your business what I dream about?" I didn't mean for my voice to sound so harsh, but if he noticed he didn't say anything about it.

"Normally no, it's not my business. But you almost killed me because of this dream, so now it is my business," he points out.

"Fine, fine. I'll tell you," I say, my cheeks warming with a blush. "It- it was a bad dream."

"A bad dream? Like a nightmare?" he asks, confused.

I groan at his obliviousness, wishing I could just bang my head off a wall. "No, not like a nightmare." I pause, trying to think of the best way to put my next statement. "I mean like a sex dream, Jimin," I explain, opting just to be blunt. Jimin whips around in his seat, surprising me. My eyes flash to his, seeing something like hope hiding behind them.