Double mind (Yoonmin/Taekook)

6. Cereal bowl

"So you're alive. Could have sent a text. I was going inside from worry!" I really sounded like a mum. "Where have you been last night?"

V just shrugged, his fingers began to fiddle quicker with the necklace.

Soram was sending me meaningful gazes when I was watching V unable to read anything out of his behavior.

From what I knew V has never had anyone, too lost in his imaginary world and his parents' huge expectations to make him a freaking Picasso.

"Has someone hurt you?" Really, I was starting to feel like a parent questioning a kid.

He just shook his head.

"What about you? Have you found a girl who has given you shelter for a hook up?" Soram looked at me.

"No."

"You didn't?"

"No, I... there was a girl willing but I said no."

"Park Jimin are you sick?" Soram laughed.

I shrugged, like freaking V.

"I thought you're not a guy to say no to free sex."

"I'm not like Jungkook. He is a bad guy, I'm decent."

Her laughter became more ironic.

"Keep lying to yourself Jimin. How do you think you're different than Jungkook?"

"I... I'm not just sleeping with anyone." I protested. "And definitely not that frequently."

"If you had his money, voice and popularity you'd be absolutely the same." Soram was judging me with her gaze.

"No there's a huge difference between me and him."

"And that is!" She was almost shouting.

"I have a heart... and I can possibly fall in love one day."

"Keep dreaming Jimin." She jumped from the bench.

"You're only salty that you haven't managed to be laid down by Jungkook last night!" I yelled behind her but she never turned back.

V got up too, I saw him hurrying down the corridor squeezing that necklace tighter in his fist.

"Have some skills Amigo, hm?"

I almost jumped out of my skin hearing that rough voice. My freaking roommate was standing two meters from me watching me with that smile.

"Get lost, you're the last person I need." I hissed grabbing my backpack storming into the art room to see V filling a canvas with black paint.

I had spent the afternoon in the dance studio battling my mirror reflection, was the last to leave, I even helped Miss Yu to lock the door. What a gentleman I was becoming really. It was almost ten pm when my snail tempo walk ended in front of the dormitory door. I took a few deep breaths in before entering. The living room looked the same, the TV cupboard in the middle of the floor, some empty Coke cans here and there. I pretend it's nothing walking to my room locking the door just in case. Who are you locking it from, yourself, I heard that damn rough silver voice.