Piano Boy

16

• Jimin •

My eyes open to brightness, my head aching as I sit up, disconcerted, eyes scanning the room. It's not long for me to realize where I am, and my headache increases as I remember making my way here, Yoongi's ruffled hair, his surprise.

Shit.

I press my hand to my forehead, closing my eyes, wishing I had dreamed it, that I hadn't made my way here by some drunk volition. There's a slight creak, the click of a door closing, and I turn to find Yoongi appearing in the doorway, slipping his coat off, avoiding my eyes as he sets it on the table next to him.

"Hey," I say finally, and he turns, meeting my eyes, pink creeping over his cheeks as he nods acknowledgement, walking over to hand me the grocery bag in his hands.

"Hangover cure."

I accept the bag, glancing into it, pulling out the small bottle. I look up at Yoongi, my lips curving upward, and he looks away, uncomfortable.

"Thanks, Yoongi."

Yoongi nods slightly, biting his lip, and we're silent for a moment, neither of us sure what to say.

"I'm sorry," I finally murmur, looking down at the hangover cure, the small bottle he went out this morning to buy for me. "I shouldn't have come here and pushed my problems on you."

Yoongi shakes his head slightly, sitting down on the bench of his small upright. "You were drunk," he says after a moment, his voice slightly gravelly, half asleep, and I nod, hating how much I like his morning voice.

"I know, but that's no excuse to come here when we already talked about it," I say quietly. "I meant to give you the space you asked for, and I ruined that last night." It's still raw, painful, the thought of his rejection, but it hurts almost as much that I can't even let him go, that I get drunk and he's the only thing on my mind all the time when he doesn't want me.

"I..." Yoongi lets out a soft breath, looking away, and I watch the way his fingers knit nervously in his lap as we fall silent again.

I finally look away from him, opening the small bottle of hangover cure, taking a drink as the pounding in my head increases. "I'll go now," I stand, glancing at the older boy, and he just looks at the floor, his shoulders hunched, uncomfortable. "Thanks for everything."

I turn, making my way toward the hallway, pausing at the low voice. "Wait, Jimin."

It's a moment before I turn, locking eyes with Yoongi once again, and he's stood, hands twisting nervously, blinking rapidly as he visibly forces the words out. "Can - we talk?"

I nod, making my way to the sofa again, and he's silent for a long moment but I don't want to start.

"I...miss you," Yoongi whispers finally, and my face heats as I stare at him, unsure what he's saying, and a pink flush creeps up his cheeks. "You're...one of my best friends."

Oh.

I force a small smile onto my lips. "I miss you too, Yoongi," just in more ways than friendship requires. "I thought you wouldn't want me around you, because..." I don't finish my sentence. "I'm sorry."

A small smile pulls at the corners of his lips, and he meets my eyes, shy. "Can we be friends again?"

My heart almost explodes at the sweet sincerity in his eyes, and I struggle to keep my voice from practically cooing at him. "Of course we can, Yoon."

A smile. A genuine, happy smile transforms his usually serious face, his eyes crinkling to half moons, cheeks rounding out slightly, and it's beautiful. It's absolutely breathtaking, the way he's finally letting his guard down, finally just being happy without thinking it through.

I can't help my grin back, and he looks away slightly, a softer smile still pulling at his lips.

"Do you want to get breakfast?" I grin at him, my chest so light, because even if we aren't how I want us to be, I have him back. I can watch him smile, I can help him let down his guard. I don't have to be with him romantically to be happy; all I need is to be around Yoongi and I feel as though I could lift the sky.

"Sure," Yoongi murmurs, and he stands, making his way toward the front hall. "Uhm...where do you want to eat?"

"There's a cafe down the street, isn't there?" I smile at him, standing to slip my shoes on. "We can just grab breakfast there, if you want."

Yoongi nods, opening the door, and I follow him out into the hall, falling in step beside him as we walk down the stairs.

"Are you working at Blue Sky tonight?"

Yoongi nods, pushing open the stairwell door as he replies. "Ye - "

"Yoongs!" Hoseok appears out of nowhere, bouncing toward us as he grins brightly. "I brought you coffee, where are you - " his eyes fall on me and he blinks, silent for the first time since I've known him. Yoongi glances at me, then Hoseok, and he bites his lip, voice low.

"Jimin and I are getting breakfast."

I nod, reaching to hold the stairwell door for Yoongi, and it closes behind us as we walk closer to Hoseok. He breaks into a grin, his face bright. "You guys are talking again?"

Yoongi nods silently, his fingers pulling at his sleeves, and Hoseok widens his eyes, his smile blinding. "Wait, did you tell him - "

A flash of panic sweeps over Yoongi's expression, and he shakes his head, interrupting Hoseok. "No."

I glance at Hoseok, unsure what he was about to say, and he shrugs. "I still think you should - "

"Bye, Hoseok." Yoongi shakes his head as he brushes past him, and Hoseok grins at me as I move to follow him.

"Yoongles is so funny. You should ask him why he rejected you."

I startle slightly. "Uhm, I don't think I will?"

Hoseok laughs. "You two, seriously, it's driving me insane that - " the outside door closes abruptly, cutting Hoseok off, and I glance over to see Yoongi standing outside, waiting, his shoulders hunched against the cold.

"I'm going to - " I gesture toward Yoongi. "Sorry. See you later, Hoseok."

He just grins, shaking his head.

"You two drive me crazy."

I'm not sure what he's talking about so shrug in response, heading out the door, the cold air hitting me as the door shuts behind me. I turn to Yoongi, giving him a grin, trying to ignore how adorable he looks with his cheeks hyperpigmented by the cold air.

"Let's go get some breakfast."

~

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