Techni-Color | YoonMin

Chapter 27

I stand still for a minute, uncertainty wrapping around my heart, weighing it down in my chest.

Am I really going to do this? Am I really going to confess to Jimin? What if he rejects me? What if-

"Fuck it," I whisper, taking off in a run. I hear Jin and Namjoon calling out from behind me, wishing me luck. Their cheers fade into the background as I run. I turn a corner, my mind occupied with thoughts of a certain orangette, when I smack into something. A quiet "oof" escapes me as arms reach out, steadying me.

"Yoongi?"

I freeze at the voice. My eyes dart around, taking in the muted colors that I had been too distracted to notice before. I look up into the eyes of my Kindred Soul.

"Hi, Hoseok," I greet him awkwardly. I attempt to step back, but am stopped when his hands grip tighter on my arms.

"I haven't seen you since the coffee shop," he says, a tight smile forming on his face. "You just kind of ran out. Are you okay?"

Anxious to get away from this situation and back on my way home, I brush off his question. "Yeah, I'm fine." I bounce from foot to foot, my eyes darting around the room.

"Do you-do you have somewhere you need to be?" he asks sadly, noticing my behavior.

I nod my head, "I actually do. You caught me at a really bad time, Hoseok." I reach up, prying his hands off of my arms and stepping back. I give him a small smile, "We can talk about this later, okay?"

I run passed him, barely hearing his dazed reply of "Oh, yeah. Okay, then." Soon I'm approaching the doors, the world back to its usual monochrome scheme. I burst through them, quickly apologizing as I nearly run into an innocent bystander. They shoot me an evil glare, but I ignore it and just continue on my way.

My chest heaves as I run, approaching my building. I race up the front stairs, the receptionist greeting me as I blow passed her. I take the stairs two at a time, my labored breaths echoing in the stairwell. I slow to a walk as I reach the top of the stairs, needing time to catch my breath before talking to Jimin.

Finally able to breathe better, I walk into our hallway. My eyes zero-in on Jimin's door and I stalk towards it, completely focused. So focused that I jump when I see movement from outside my own door.

I look towards the source of the movement, and am surprised to see Jimin sitting in front of my door, his head leaning back to rest on the dark wood. I take a deep breath and walk towards him, the colors around me coming to life as I approach him. At the soft sound of my footsteps, his eyes glance in my direction but he doesn't rise. Even as I stand in front of him, he continues to sit on the floor, his eyes far away as they gaze up at me.

"Jimin," I greet, still slightly breathless. I gulp, trying to compose myself. "Wha-what are you doing here?"

"We need to talk," he says. He slowly rises to his feet, our eyes now level. At our close proximity, I feel my cheeks start to redden.

"Oh-uh-well that's great," I stutter out, completely flustered by the man in front of me. "I actually wanted to talk to you as well." He nods, still staring at me. I clear my throat, gesturing to the door behind him. "Do you want to come in? I mean we could talk out here, but it's the hallway and I don't know if you want privacy or not." He just stares as me as I babble on, making a fool out of myself. "I mean not that what you want to talk about requires privacy-" He steps to the side, giving me access to the door.

I move forward, my hand shaking as I unlock the door, gently pushing it open. I stand to the side, letting Jimin go in ahead of me. We slip off our shoes, a tense silence surrounding us. I feel Jimin's gaze on me as I slip off my sunglasses, placing them in their usual spot on the counter. I look up, once again stunned by the vibrancy of the colors when they weren't blocked by my glasses.