Apodyopsis [Yoonmin]

Epilogue.

Jimin sat at his desk with boredom striking. He only had a few appointments today. Sunday's were always slow.

Hoseok bursted through the door with a carry out bag at hand. "I got us chicken wings." He beamed setting it down on the table.

"Yay, food!" Jimin grinned. At least he could occupy himself for a while.

"Yes, I know you're hungry. Before I picked up the food, I had to pierce this guys nipples. His reaction made me feel so bad. He didn't expect it to hurt that much."

"Ooh, those are my favorite to do. Aside from the ear cartilage." Jimin said picking up a wing and taking a bit.

"Oh yeah, I know. So, tell me, did you call your lover?"

"Uh, yeah, I did. He didn't pick up. I left a voicemail. I hope he remembers his password and hears it." Jimin laughed.

"What do you mean remember his password?"

"Min Yoongi is an intelligent responsible man. Except when it comes to his voicemail. The last time we spoke he admitted that he constantly forgot his voicemail password. That's why it was always full. He's so silly." Jimin giggled.

"You're so in love with him. It's cute."
Hoseok mumbled with a mouthful.

"It's hard not to love him. He's a great guy. The one that has respected me, my body, and my feelings. Never too selfish to think of only him. He always came back to me even when I hurt him." Jimin sighed staring at his wing. For some reason he didn't feel as hungry as before.

"Hey, don't get sad. I'm sure he will call back."

"You know, I've been trying to stay away from the magazines and articles about his family. What if in one of the articles it says that he's in a relationship and stuff? I don't know if I'll be able to handle that."

"Well, guess what? I didn't want to tell you this but now that you have contacted him I think I need to. My partners and I saw him about two weeks ago at this business dinner. I didn't want to tell you because I know it still hurts to talk about him. He wasn't with anyone there. He looks happy. Oh and also he dyed his hair blonde."

"He's blonde now?" Jimin squealed with the biggest smile.

"Yes. He looks great with the hair color."

"Oh wow. I wish I could see him." He mumbled bitting his cheek.

"You could try calling again." Hoseok suggested.

"No, I don't know. I don't want to be too pushy."

"Okay, I guess you have a point."

"Was he really not with anyone? Not even his friend with the short hair?"

"Oh, yeah, she was there but she had a brunette with her. I saw them kiss multiple times so I'm pretty sure they're a couple."

"Ahh, so he probably is single."

Hoseok was about to say something when another of their coworkers came through the door.

"Hoseok someone at front is asking for you."

"But my lunch-"

"Sorry. He seems eager and excited. It's a tall dude with—"

"That's Namjoon! Why didn't you say so? I'll be right back." He told Jimin as he ran through the door.

Jimin kept eating as he pictured Yoongi with blonde hair. He craved to hear his voice again. To hold his hand and feel his soft lips against his own.

He kept smiling the whole time. The butterflies spread throughout his chest into his stomach. And that's when it happened.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. He quickly wiped his hands on a napkin and pulled his phone out.

When he saw Yoongi's phone number on the screen he freaked out. He dropped the phone and quickly pushed the chair back to pick it up from the floor.

Shit, shit, shit.

He finally grabbed his phone and tried to slide his finger across to answer, but his finger was too sweaty.

So, he wiped it again and was finally able to do so. He pressed the phone against his ear with his heart beating out of his chest wanting to hear that voice once again.

"Hello?"