➵ jimin
*five months later*
"hello? yoongi hyung? i'm home!" i called into the dark house, pulling the door shut behind me. i had just gotten back from a long day of classes at university, and then had gotten delayed because taehyung had pulled me aside after our last lecture and we ended up chatting for almost an hour.
taehyung and i had grown to be good friends after i realized the cafe worker was in most of my classes. we hung out frequently and did projects together, quickly forming a strong friendship.
i looked around the house. i had absolutely no idea why the lights were off. had i forgotten to pay the utility bill? no, i was certain i'd paid it, just last week. was yoongi home? he wasn't at the studio, he'd told me that morning that he wasn't going in today and was instead planning on working on stuff at home. so why were the lights off?
"hyu-!"
all of a sudden, the lights came on and there was a shout, "surprise!"
yoongi was standing in the kitchen next to a colourful cake that had the words, 'happy birthday jimin' printed in baby blue icing. the older boy was beaming his gummy smile that i had come to grow fond of, and i couldn't help but grin as well, rushing over to pull my roommate into a hug.
"thank you, hyung." i said quietly, after pulling back.
"don't mention it. now come on, let's eat some cake. i've been waiting for you to get home for a long time." yoongi chuckled, grabbing the knife that was sitting on the counter and beginning to cut the cake. i flopped down in a chair. "so how was class?" yoongi asked as he set a thick piece on a plate and set it in front of me.
"oh, it was fine. tae was asking stupid questions almost the whole lecture, which was funny because it was pissing off the professor," i laughed as i recalled the events of earlier that day.
yoongi smiled as well. "he does do that a lot, doesn't he?" he sat down with his own piece of cake, immediately shoving a chunk in his mouth and letting out a moan at the taste. "oh this is really good," he said with his mouth full.
i giggled at the sight of the older boy and reached my hand up. "here, hyung. you have a little bit of icing-" i swiped my finger on the tip of yoongi's nose, where a glob of icing had been. i then sat back, sticking my finger in my mouth and sucking off the icing, staring at yoongi while i did so.
the older boy nervously licked his lips and swallowed, reluctantly ripping his eyes away from my display. i grinned, proud that i'd flustered my hyung.
***
later on that evening, i was padding my way up the stairs to my room to put on some comfy clothes. i was just about to turn the handle when i heard noises coming from yoongi's room. curious, i stopped and backtracked to stand in front of the older's partly closed door. i peeked through the crack, careful not to let the door creak.
yoongi was sitting on his bed, back to the door. his cell phone was in his hand, ringing loudly. suddenly, it picked up.
"annyeong! you've reached min yoonho, and i'm not available at this time! please leave your name and number after the beep and i'll get back to you as soon as i can!"
"hey, yoonho. happy birthday. you're eighteen today," said yoongi, and i could have sworn i heard the older's voice crack. "you have the same birthday as my roommate. isn't that funny? i, um, i miss you so fucking much, you know that? i'm so sorry for what i did. i never meant to hurt you, i was stupid and–"
the message was cut off by a loud beep, and yoongi let out a sob, his shoulders hunching forward. my heart sank at the sight, and i was entering the room before i could even think about it.
"hyung, are you o–"
yoongi whipped around, eyes red. "what are you doing in here? were you spying on me?"
my eyes widened. "no, no! i was going to my room and overheard you talking and crying! i just–"
"it's none of your business, okay, jimin-ah?" yoongi sounded desperate, and i reached out to touch his face, only to be slapped away. "don't touch me! get the fuck out!" yoongi screamed.
afraid, i stepped backwards and then turned and ran out of the room, running into my own room and closing the door behind me.
i hurriedly slid off my tight jeans and shirt, pulling on a fuzzy pair of sweatpants. i then crawled into bed, sinking into the comfortable, crisp sheets. i laid there for a while, my mind going through what had just happened. who was the person yoongi called? his name was min yoonho, which was leading me to believe that it was yoongi's brother.
and then, there was what yoongi had said in his voicemail. 'i'm sorry for what i did' kept replaying in my mind. had something happened between the two of them? i had so many questions burning my mind, and i wanted answers. but i knew yoongi wouldn't say anything until he was ready, so i would have to be patient and prove that i was trustworthy enough to know.
i fell asleep that night to the sound of crying from the room next to mine.
