Techni-Color | YoonMin

Chapter 29

I grab my phone off the table, slipping it into my pocket. I head for the door, but stop when Namjoon speaks.

"Right now? You're really going to do this right now?" he asks, incredulous. I turn back towards him, raising my brow.

"What do you mean? Should I wait until later?"

His mouth opens but no sound comes out. He takes a minute to gather his thoughts before speaking. "I just- I thought you would take longer to want to go out. You know, considering everything," he says.

"And by "everything", you mean Jimin dumping me on my ass?" I ask. He just nods, glancing away from me. I sigh, leaning against the door. "You said it yourself, right? It's been two weeks and I need to get out of here." I push off the wall, bouncing on my feet as energy bursts through me. "So I'm going to get out of here, I'm going to tell Hoseok to give up on me-" a smile spreads across my face, "-and then I'm going to call Jimin and tell him that I love him."

Namjoons jaw drops open, completely shocked. "What if it doesn't change anything?" he asks, worry filling his voice.

I shrug casually to try and hide the anxiety I feel building inside. "I don't think it will change anything. But Jimin used to chase me around declaring his love all the time and I'll be damned if I don't get to do the same," I say, smirking.

Namjoon rises to his feet, laughing. "That's the Yoongi I know!" he exclaims, a smile stretching across his lips. He walks over to me, his large hand swallowing my shoulder whole as he congratulates me. "I was getting worried about you. But now I'm glad to see that you won't let this keep you down."

"Two weeks is a long enough time to mope."

"You totally would've been here for another month if I hadn't come to save you," Namjoon gloats. "You probably would've starved to death." His eyes widen as he looks at me. "SHouldn't you eat before you go to Hoseok's? I know you haven't been eating well. You've lost so much weight," he says, eyeing my hollowed-out cheeks.

"No, no. I'm okay," I say, brushing off his concerns. If I was honest, I didn't really feel like eating anything. My stomach was in knots and I had to work overtime to keep the nausea from overtaking me. Namjoon watched me warily, his eyes showing his uncertainty. Eventually he gave in, taking a step back from me.

"Okay, then. Let's go," he says, brushing passed me to walk to the front door. I race after him, my new found courage propelling me forward until I'm right beside Namjoon. I close my apartment door, locking it quickly.

Namjoon and I walk down the hallway, my eyes drawn to Jimin's front door. My steps falter, the urge to knock almost overwhelming me. Noticing my hesitation, Namjoon places his hand on my back, nudging me along softly. "Come on, Yoongi," he says softly. I nod, moving ahead.

Just wait for me, Jimin. I'll be back for you.

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Hoseok's apartment building loomed in front of me, the sleek exterior making me feel inadequate in comparison. Taking a deep breath, I walk to the front door. I search the list of occupants before finding Hoseok's: number 37. I press the button, the intercom buzzing until Hoseok's voice comes through the small speaker.

"Hello?"

"Hoseok, it's me," I say. Realizing that he can't see me, I breathe out a quick, "It's Yoongi."

"Oh, Yoongi-hyung," he says excitedly. "Come on up." I hear a click as the door unlocks. I walk in, moving straight to the elevators. They open with a soft ding and I enter the cramped space. Hoping that the layout is similar to my own building, I press the button for the 3rd floor. The doors slide shut, and I watch as the display changes, counting all the way up to 3 before the doors spring back open. I walk down the hall, eyeing each number until I come upon the right one. I knock, standing back to wait as footsteps approach from inside.