Chickadee - A Yoonmin Fanfiction

Part 18

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~Jimin~

Hey, are you okay?

I bite my lip, praying for a response. My message doesn't deliver.

A black truck pulls up outside the university, honking twice. Bracing myself, I run through the cold rain to where Jungkook and Taehyung are waiting. Sliding into the back seat, I turn to face my friends. "I'm sorry I had to call you to pick me up." I say, towelling off my hair with a sweater.

When I committed to staying up late last night, I completely forgot that I had dance practice in the morning. My performance is in three weeks, so I have been working harder than ever, watching my body turn thinner and thinner before the full length mirrors of the studio. Today, I had to be at practice by ten. It's now two thirty, and I am slick with sweat, worn out by exertion and lack of sleep

"Are you kidding me?" Jungkook responds, his face a mask of exasperation. "It's like, pouring rain outside. Of course we're going to give you a ride."

"Thanks." I smile, lowering my eyes to the floor.

"Why didn't Yoongi drive you home?" Tae asks, turning around from his place in the front seat. "He's been doing that a lot, hasn't he?"

His words pull me back to the worries plaguing my mind. I furrow my brow, trying to calm the knot of anxiety building up inside me. "I haven't heard from him all day."

In fact, I haven't had any contact with Yoongi since last night, when I painted the bird across his stomach. I woke up to an empty flat. Looking around for him, I found his computer bag and camera lying abandoned on the coffee table. There was no note, no indication of his whereabouts, and he hasn't texted me since.

I hope nothing is wrong, but the longer he goes without responding to my messages, the more afraid I become.

"Jiminie." Taehyung prods, reaching back to poke my shoulder. "You look worried. Is something wrong?"

"I don't know." I sigh, staring out at the grey skies. "I did something last night and...well, I'm afraid I went too far."

"Sheesh Jimin, communicate better." Jungkook says, a note of exasperation in his tone. "Your wording is like, super sketchy. What are you talking about?"

"Oh, sorry," I respond, mulling over our evening in my mind. "Yoongi stayed the night yesterday and—"

The car swerves a little as Tae and Kookie erupt into a volley of exuberant questions. Overwhelmed by their enthusiasm, I realize the implications of my words.

Tae puts a hand on Kookie's arm, turning around to look at me. "Did you guys, like..." instead of continuing, he raises his eyebrows suggestively.

"Nooo." I respond, covering my eyes bashfully. "It...it was a competition."

"Competitions are good." Jungkook remarks, glancing back at me slyly. "Tae and I have had lots of competitions in the bedroom...was yours any fun? We might try it someday!"

"Or some night." Tae adds, giving Kookie a suggestive look.

Furiously embarrassed, I tell them about our late evening, explaining the dare and punishment in detail. I try to downplay the moment when Yoongi turns out all the lights, but it doesn't work. Without looking up, I can feel Jungkook's sly gaze penetrating me from the rear view mirror.

"He had your head in his lap...playing with your ears..." Taehyung breathes. "...This is beautiful."

"You should have kissed him." Kookie mutters. "It was the perfect moment."