Piano Boy

15

• Yoongi •

"You ready to go?"

I glance up at Hoseok, nodding, and he passes me my jacket, lowering his voice. "You sure you won't walk home with Jimin tonight?"

I cast a glance at the bar, my chest tightening, and Hoseok sighs slightly, nodding. "I figured."

We leave, Hoseok waving over his shoulder, setting out toward my apartment, and I hunch my shoulders against the cold air, letting out a breath.

"How was tonight?"

"Not many customers."

Hoseok chuckles lightly, shaking his head as he tilts his head up toward the sky, letting out a visible breath into the air. "You know what I mean."

I do. "We talked, I guess." I shrug slightly, looking away. "He brought my drink."

Hoseok smiles a bit. "What did you guys talk about?"

"Small talk. Music." I frown at the ground, toeing at the snow, and Hoseok shakes his head.

"It's been three weeks, Yoongs."

"I know."

He waits for me to continue but I don't, trying to block out the pain in my chest when I think of all the nights we've simply said hi, even sometimes nothing at all, to each other.

"Do you think..." Hoseok pauses, biting his lip. "I don't want to push you, Yoongi, but I really, really think you should talk to him."

I let out a breath, shaking my head. "It's not that easy."

"But it is." Hoseok frowns, slowing as we near my building. "I don't mean confessing anything, or trying to make things different if that's not what you want. But you two need some kind of...closure, Yoongs. I don't know if closure really applies here, but you two need something to make this awkwardness end and your friendship either be okay or completely gone."

I shake my head. "I can't do that."

"I know you can."

I turn away from Hoseok, pushing open the low gate. "I'll see you tomorrow, Hoseok."

"Just think about it?"

I shrug slightly, making my way inside, and as soon as my apartment door closes behind me I let out a sigh, slipping off my shoes, running my fingers through my hair as I head into the living room, filling the kettle with water and starting it on the stove as I reach for the remote.

There's nothing on but shitty late night shows, and I let out a breath, leaning against the pillows on the sofa as I set my cup of tea on the floor by the edge of the sofa, my eyelids heavy.

There's a tap on the door and my eyes open, blinking slightly as I adjust to the dim light of the streetlight outside, and I stand, switching on the lamp, yawning as I glance at my phone. It's almost midnight; Jae must have lost his key, or perhaps the lock stuck again. I undo the chain, rubbing my eyes slightly, my hands stilling as I recognize the blonde hair, the soft features.

"Yoongi," Jimin breathes, and his voice sounds odd, soft, my name drawn out on his lips. I stare at him, processing, unsure why he's here, realizing what's happening as I register his heavily lidded eyes, his flushed cheeks.

"Have you been drinking?"

He shrugs, his red lips curving upward. "I don't drink," he slurs slightly, and I shake my head, hesitant, but holding the door open further for him to come inside. A slight scent of liquor reaches my nose as he walks past me, and I close the door behind him, turning to watch him struggle to take off his shoes.

"You know," Jimin looks up at me, his eyes open wide, lips in a slight pout as he slips his foot into one of the extra pairs of slippers. "You're why I'm here."

I don't know what he's saying, instead brushing past him, making my way into the living room, and he follows, a slight whine in his voice. "Don't leave me here."

"I'm starting tea." I fill the kettle, setting it on the stove, and I turn as Jimin flips onto the couch, his blonde head popping up a moment later over the back of the sofa.

"Yoongi?"

I let out a breath, walking over hesitantly, glancing down at the younger boy as he lies down, his head resting on the arm of the chair, blinking innocently up at me, his cheeks red from the alcohol. Jimin's lips curve upward, his eyes crinkling as he smiles at me, slurring his words slightly. "You know why I drank tonight?"

I shake my head, and his plush lips turn to a slight pout. "Because of you."

The kettle lets out a low whistle and I turn away from Jimin, my face heating, because first of all, what is this a kdrama? And second of all, Jimin is cute when he's drunk.

Really cute. So cute, it hurts me to look at him.

I fill two mugs with hot water, absentmindedly carrying them over to Jimin, handing one to him as I avoid looking at the younger boy. Jimin sits up, bouncing slightly on the cushions, and his face breaks into a smile. "This is the tea I bought you, Yoongles. Remember?"

My face is burning, and I sit down on the floor, several feet away from Jimin. "Sleep off the alcohol."

I reach for the remote, switching on the TV, then startle as I start to set it next to me and find myself inches from Jimin, the intoxicated boy having moved to the floor next to me, so close I can feel his breath on my cheek. "I don't want to sleep, Yoongi," he says in a low voice, his eyes steady on mine, and I almost choke as the tip of his tongue darts out to run over his lips, his gaze moving until it's directed at my mouth, and my ears burn as I jolt to my feet, stumbling over the words.

"I'm - sleep on the sofa, you can't - god, Jimin, you can't do that," I'm halfway across the room, stumbling over the words, and the blonde boy just blinks at me innocently, pretending he didn't just lick his lips as he looked at me. "I - " I can't say anything else, backing into my room, closing the door behind me as I let out a shaky breath, hating the fluttering in my chest, because I already rejected him. I can't keep being flustered by him, because I lost that chance.

I already rejected him.

So I need to move on.

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