Chickadee - A Yoonmin Fanfiction

Part 21

~Jimin~

Yoongi hangs up the phone, shaking his head in exasperation.

"Well?" I ask, sitting up from my couch.

"The good news is, my teacher wasn't as stupid as I guessed. I think the misunderstanding with your pictures was mostly due to a mixup in the dance department." He runs a hand through his hair, "but that sill doesn't mean Mr. Ahn was blameless in this."

I pat the seat beside me. Yoongi has been trying to get in contact with Mr. Ahn for most of the day. It took all my resources to keep him from snapping, and now that he has his answer, I'm surprised he's taking it so calmly. "What did he say?" I ask.

The photographer sighs, coming to sit at my side. For a moment, I am distracted by the feel of his leg brushing against mine, but I force myself to concentrate. "You heard me explain the situation to him, right?" He asks.

"Yeah." I respond, biting my lip nervously. Yoongi wasn't rude to his professor over the phone, but I wish he had been a little less forceful.

"Well, he sent me this..." the photographer says, pulling up a page on his phone screen. "Read it."

I squint at the scantly worded message. "Dear Mr. Lee," glancing up at Yoongi, I explain that Mr. Lee is the director of the dance academy.

"Yeah, I got that." The photographer responds. "This is an email from my teacher to yours. Keep going."

Clearing my throat obediently, I refocus my attention on the email. "Here are some samples of Min Yoongi's work with your student, Park Jimin. There will be more pictures to come." Frowning, I read the email again. "That's it?"

"That's it." Yoongi confirms.

"Hmmmm." I say, frowning down at the message. "It doesn't really say that Mr. Lee can't use the pictures...but you would think he would take the hint that they are only samples."

"Exactly." Yoongi says, nodding at me. "Mr. Ahn said he only sent the photos so that the dance director would know what to expect of my work...but I he should have worded things more clearly."

"So...let me get this straight then." I say. "You sent the pictures to Mr. Ahn so that he could give you feedback. He sent them to Mr. Lee, and presumably, Mr. Lee forwarded them on to Ji, who didn't know better than to use them as my promotional images."

"I'm pretty sure that's how it went." Yoongi nods. "We're meeting Ji at eight to talk about the mixup. I should be able to sort it out with her then."

"You mean I should be able to sort it out." I correct him.

"Sure." Yoongi smirks. "I'll let you do all the talking then, won't I?"

I can tell he's teasing, but to be honest, it's a relief to have someone like Yoongi around. I'm not saying I can't deal with my own problems, but I have a tendency to overthink things. At least with him at my side, I know I won't need to carry the whole conversation.

"I'm going to touch up some of our pictures before we go." Yoongi says, glancing down at my watch. "We have...three hours until the meeting. Do you want to help me, or is there something else you need to do?"

I bite my lip. Ever since I found him in my apartment, Yoongi's mood has been subject to an endless cycle of extremes. I don't want to leave him alone, but the dance studio is mine from five to nine, and I need to practice my choreography.

Noticing my expression, the photographer nods his head. "It's okay, I can handle myself on my own if you need to go somewhere."

"Are you sure?" I ask, watching him in trepidation. "It's only dance practice."