Techni-Color | YoonMin

Chapter 30

I slam the door, the frame rattling from the impact. I stand in the hallway, fighting the urge to go back into the apartment behind me. Leaning back on the door, I try to gather what little composure I have left in me. I walk quickly, throwing my front door open, causing it to bounce off the wall.

At the noise, Tae's head pops around the corner, followed by Jungkook's. Tae smiles but it falls as he takes in my appearance. He rushes to me, grabbing onto my shoulders and searching for any sign of injury. When he can't see anything physically wrong with me, his eyes rest on mine, concern darkening his features. "What's wrong, Chim?"

Tears well in my eyes, spilling over onto my cheeks. A desperate sob claws its way up my throat. Taehyung pulls me to him, holding me close as I shatter into a million pieces.

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"Jimin-shi," Jungkook calls, tapping lightly on my door.

"What?"

"Tae ordered pizza, he wants to know if you want some."

I groan, shoving a pillow over my face. I roll off the bed, my feet sinking into the plushness of my carpet as I plod to the door, throwing it open. Jungkook stands in front of me, his hand raised mid knock. I raise my eyebrow at him, "Are we gonna go, or are you just going to look at me all night?" Jungkook blanches, but turns and walks away from me.

I follow behind him, watching bitterly as he walks into Tae's outstretched arms. I roll my eyes at their behavior, making a gagging noise that earns me a glare from both males. I knew that I was being unbearable, always bringing down the mood for them, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. I was bitter and in turn, I want them to be bitter as well.

I grab a plate, Tae's eyes following me warily as I stack slice after slice of pizza on my plate. "Jimin," he says hesitantly. I shoot him a glare, daring him to say anything about it. When he doesn't say anything back, I turn to stalk back to my room.

I hear glass breaking behind me, freezing me in my tracks. I turn back around to see Jungkook, face red and hands shaking as he glares at me. "I can't do this anymore," he says angrily.

"Kookies, Jimin's older than you," Tae reminds him, patting his arm in an attempt to soothe the younger boy.

Jungkook pivots towards him, his eyes softening, "Then why doesn't he act like it?" When Tae doesn't offer him a response, he turns back to me, the glare returning to his face. "I've listened to you treat Tae and I like crap for the passed two weeks, Jimin. And we've dealt with it because of how sad you were." He throws his hands up. "But it's been two weeks and it's time that you stop treating the people around you like they're the ones who hurt you. We-" he gestures between Tae and himself, "-are not Yoongi-hyung. So don't take your anger out on us," he finishes, crossing his arms in front of himself.

Tae looks between us, worried for how I will react to Jungkook's outburst. They stand frozen as I walk towards them, brushing passed them to get to the closet. Grabbing a broom, I bring back to the dining room. I approach them, "Don't move. I don't want you to step on the glass." They nod, watching mutely as I sweep the shards into the dust pan. When all the glass is gone, I return the broom back to its home, disposing of the shards in the trash.

"Jungkook, I-"

"Yoongi, I swear to god, if you don't open this damn door," we hear Namjoon yell from out in the hallway.

Jungkook and Taehyung share a look, groans erupting from them. "He's back at it again," Taehyung says.

"What do you mean?" I ask, confused.

"I guess you've been cooped up in your room these passed two weeks," Jungkook observes, before explaining. "Every day, Namjoon comes here and asks Yoongi to open the door," he says, shrugging.