Love Is Not Over (Yoonmin)

4. Dead Leaves

With his dance studio all ready Jimin thought he could finally distract himself from all the thoughts which were making him anxious and restless. But he was wrong. As he tapped play and music started all he could think about was Yoongi.

<Flashback>

"Hyung, I'm nervous. What if I mess up?" Jimin played with the hem of his shirt, pouting and avoiding to look at Yoongi. Jimin was terrified to be on stage. It was the year end dance recital and he wanted to dance to live piano music instead of playing recorded music. He had never done that before and so his confidence level was not the highest. He thought that performing with live music would look more authentic and it did. But now he was questioning his decision.

Yoongi took both his hands and brushed his thumb over his knuckles "Minnie, you are the most amazing dancer I know. When you dance it's like the world stops and I bet even God smiles at how good you are."

Jimin chuckled, "Stop it, hyung. You're just saying it cause you are my friend." He drew his tiny hands away from Yoongi's grip and placed them on his chest.

"No. I'm saying it cause I've seen you dance since we first met when you were 10 years old. I've seen you practice tirelessly and I know you can give a run for their money to any professional dancer. You're that good!"

Jimin blushed shamelessly, he didn't try to hide it. "Hyung, you're always so nice to me. I wish I could do something precious for you one day."

Yoongi suddenly got nervous and bit his lips, "Maybe after the dance recital you can...umm...?"

Jimin looked confused. "...meet me at the parking lot." , Yoongi avoided Jimin's big brown curious eyes that was on him. "What's at the parking lot, hyung?" Jimin blinked slowly.

Yoongi bopped Jimin's button like nose and showed off his gummy smile, "You'll find out."

</Flashback>

He stopped the music and rushed back to his bedroom. He didn't cry. He has cried enough his entire life. He just felt pathetic and sad? But sad is such an understatement to what Jimin has been feeling since he left Seoul.

It's been a week and it's becoming unbearable for him to live in this city. Seoul, that was once his home, is now a strange, hostile place that is so suffocating.

"Babe, I'm home." Dohyun yelled from downstairs. Jimin stood in front of the mirror and took a deep sigh. He fixed his hair, plastered a smile on his face and went downstairs.

"You came early today." he sat next to Dohyun who was browsing something on his phone.

"Yeah..." he said still looking at his phone. After a minute of ignoring Jimin's presence he showed him a picture of a tux, "It looks classy, right? I should wear this tonight."

"Are you going somewhere?", Jimin stared at the picture of the Saint Laurent tux.

"Yeah. I told you yesterday, didn't I?" Jimin had no clue what he was talking about.