Territorial (Yoonmin) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 24: Don't Leave Me

"Where do you see yourself in the next five years?"

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It was quiet, a quiet that only comes when one is lost in a world of their own, completely and utterly unaware of their surroundings, too consumed by thoughts and feelings.

Yoongi sat, bent over the table in the bar's break room with his forehead pressed against it's cold surface. He was tired, mentally. He'd been going over and over the question in his head for hours now, and even now it still instilled a sense of anxiety from deep within him.

Why? Because he didn't know the answer. Such a simple question and he couldn't for the life of him find the answer. It was a cliché, trivial question. Something he'd been asked before, yet not in the same context as it had been this time.

He sighs, lifting his head up, only to drop it right into his awaiting palms. He kept on thinking about the look on Jimin's face from earlier, that expectant expression, and Yoongi could've sworn there was also a hint of fear in his eyes, almost like it had been engraved in the back of his eyelids as a form of torture.

Why? Why had Jimin even asked him such a question. The obvious answer would be that he saw himself still living with the younger, in the same apartment, with the same routine as they had now...

Right? That seemed like the most probable guess, and if he was being honest, it sounded really sad and depressing. To think that nothing would've changed in five years, but it's not like he actually knew, he wasn't a fortune teller. He hoped that that wouldn't be how things were in five years.

He never said any of that to Jimin though, quite the opposite really. His answer had been vague, a mix of meaningless words put together to make some semblance of sense. What was he supposed to say? He'd been so caught off guard by the question.

Because really, whether or not his feelings were real, where he saw himself in five years, - or where he hoped to see himself - was by Jimin's side, in a relationship. Were those feelings real? He didn't know, but that's what he wanted.

He could tell his answer hadn't been one Jimin was hoping for, the disappointment showed in his eyes, even if he had tried to act like he was unaffected, Yoongi knew he had upset him. And knowing that he had upset the person he cherished most in this world only added to his anxiety.

What was he supposed to do, confess his feelings right then and there? Yoongi laughed at the thought of doing such a thing, and Jimin would probably do the same. He would take it as a joke and nothing more, and Yoongi wouldn't blame him.

Yoongi exhales loudly, his hands sliding through his hair as he runs them over his face. He wanted to bang his head against the table, anything to get Jimin's words out of his head. It was almost like they were haunting him...

"Hyung... are you alright?"

The voice was soft, concern laced in every syllable. He knew who it was, one of the few people who actually referred to him as Hyung. He turns his head towards the door, spotting a worried looking Yeonjun who stood just outside the room.

He straightens up, wiping the frown away from his face and replacing it with a small smile. He didn't want to worry the younger or burden him with his problems when he knew what the boy was going through. He didn't need someone else's issues to deal with when he had enough of his own. And knowing Yeonjun, Yoongi knew the boy would take on his problems as if they were his own.

"Nothing, I'm just tired, I didn't sleep before coming here." He says, trying his best to reassures the younger, though it didn't seem like it worked.

Yeonjun walks over to where he was sitting, surprising the Hybrid when he takes the seat across from him. He clasps his hands together on the table, staring at Yoongi in an all too knowing way.