Techni-Color | YoonMin

Chapter 25

My legs shake as I force myself to walk away from the living room, away from Jimin. What little color had returned to me quickly fades away as I put more distance between me and the living room. I take a deep breath, trying to alleviate the ache I feel in my chest. I feel a sudden twinge of pain in my stomach, nausea assaulting me. Covering my mouth, I rush through my bedroom, throwing the bathroom door open. The cold tile floor stings my knees as I fall in front of the toilet, dry heaves shaking my body. Sitting up slowly, I wipe my mouth, wiping my hand on my pants to dry it. I flush the toilet, rising to my feet.

That's what I get for not eating anything all day.

I move to the sink, turning the cold water on. Bending down, I place my mouth in the stream of water, washing away the remnants of stomach acid coating my mouth. Straightening, I turn the water off and look at my reflection, flinching at the pallor of my skin. Sweat had drenched my hair, causing it to stick to my forehead. Touching the strands, I grimace at the wetness of it.

Feeling disgusting, I decide to shower. Stripping off my now damp shirt, I toss it into the basket before moving to the shower. The sound of running water fills the bathroom as I turn on the shower, steam rising slowly from behind the closed door. I step back, watching as the water hits the distorted glass, a sense of peace filling me. I stay like that for a few minutes, just watching the water drops as they race to the bottom, until steam fills the room, making me even sweatier than I already am. I flip a switch and the fan in the ceiling comes to life, working to clear out the overabundance of steam around me. I quickly discard the rest of my clothes, throwing them in the basket as well.

I step into the water, hissing as the hot water touches my skin. "Ouch! Fuck, that's hot," I complain, turning the cold water up slightly. I step back, letting the water cool before sticking my hand out to test it. When it doesn't burn me, I let myself step forward, the water flattening my mint locks as I put my head under the stream. I close my eyes, an image of Jimin's brown eyes, filled with sadness, occupying my mind. My heart aches at the look.

What made you look like that? What did I do?

I try to think back to anything that I could have done to hurt him. He didn't seem to care about the fight, so it wasn't that. I don't think I did anything during the drive either. I squeeze my eyes shut tighter, wracking my brain for any sort of clue. I groan, coming up empty. Straightening, I decide to put Jimin out of my mind. I finish my shower quickly, turning the water off and stepping out. Grabbing a towel, I wrap the white fabric around my waist. I look around for my clothes before remembering that I hadn't grabbed any since I didn't originally come in here to shower. Exiting the bathroom, I swipe another towel off the counter, using it to dry my hair. I'm blinded momentarily by the towel when I hear a voice.

"Damn, Yoongi. If super pale dudes were my thing, I'd hit that."

Startled, I trip over my own feet, tumbling to the ground. Pain erupts in my tailbone as I land straight on my backside. I rip the towel off my head, my eyes narrowing on my uninvited visitor.

"What the hell, Namjoon?" I growl, throwing the towel in my hands at him.

"Uh, Yoongi. Can you be mad at me after-" he averts his eyes, gesturing towards me, "-you cover up, please?"

"Didn't you just say you'd hit this? Now you're afraid to even look?" I joke, calmly moving the towel to hide my nakedness.

"I-I was just joking! Don't you have any shame?" He says, flustered.

"Yeah, yeah. You can look now. Everything's covered," I laugh. "Thank god, because I don't think I would want to incur the wrath of Jin because you saw me naked."