Across The Boundary • Yoonmin

🚫 16; Worried

Making all our plans on the santa
cruz sand that night
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Jimin haven't slept a wink since last night because he is all too worked up and worried.

And even though he already drank like 2 cups of epresso, it doesn't quite help when it comes to relaxing his mind.

He was still thinking the same thing since earlier, that there really is something wrong about that dreams.

It's too realistic, and Jimin still has that image of Yoongi embedded on his mind.

Jimin took a deep breath and gave out a long sigh in despair. He brushes his hand through his now ashen locks in a frustrated manner, before looking at the time on his phone.

It was now 9am, and Jimin couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows.

''Hey what's wrong?"

Jimin's eyes shot up to see Jungkook, who is still holding an empty tray, looking at him with curiousity.

Jimin looks back at his phone and clears his throat, before looking back at the server.

"N-Nothing," he answered.

Jungkook irked an eyebrow, "You're lying,"

"I'm not," He lied.

Jungkook places the tray down on the countertop and crossed his arms.

"Hyung, you look like death." He commented.

Jimin sighs again.

"Yoongi hasn't arrived yet, and it's 9am. Doesn't he usually comes here at like - 7?"

Jungkook holds his chin and thinks for a minute, before smiling.

"Maybe he stayed up late painting?"

"Painting?"

"Yes. He's a painter."

"A what?"

Jimin blinks his eyes in disbelief, never wanting to believe Jungkook's words.

"Oh? You didn't know? Yoongi-hyung's a painter. Though i haven't seen a single one of his paintings." Jungkook stated, and Jimin still couldn't believe what he's hearing from him.

"Why, are you worried about him?"

Jimin clicks his tongue on his teeth, contemplating whether he should answer that question or not.

But, he doesn't really know how to answer it either.

Is he worried about Yoongi? Or he's just intrigued because he has dreamt about the older?

And if he is really worried, why would he be actually?

He only known the older for like a week now, and they haven't really engaged in a 'conversation'.

Except for that hug they shared.

Jimin shook his head at the maknae, and lies again.

"I'm not worried,"

The barista wonders how many more lies is he going to give.

"Ah really? Doesn't looked like that,"

Jimin rolled his eyes at the server, and glares at him afterwards.

"I'm not worried Jungkook. Why would i? I don't even know him that much,"

Jungkook stares at him hard as if studying his movement; as if looking for something inside him.

Jimin felt uncomfortable under the youngest eyes and was about to say something when Jungkook spoke up again,

"Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night." The server said with a shrug.

Jungkook then took the tray from the counter and walks away, leaving Jimin in a guilty and anxious state.

The barista sighs again for the nth time, and he still has a more than a half day left.

'Oh Jungkook if only you knew,'

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Yoongi woke up with a slight groan. He opens his eyes and realizes that he was still on the tiled floor of the bathroom, laying there with dried blood on his arm.

The white cloth he used earlier has been tainted with red, and the floor was blood-stained.

He lays there for a couple of minutes before he lifts his body up while wincing in the pain, and memories from earlier started to invade his mind in an instant.

"S-Shit .." He mumbles to himself as he slowly and weakly stood up. He stumbles slightly so he gripped the sink with his hand, and hissed when pain shot through his arm and body.

He opens the faucet and washed his bloody arm while gritting his teeth, and also washes his face.

It was painful, so painful to clean his open wounds but he has no choice. Afterall, he did this - and he can't blame anyone else but himself for this.

After rinsing and wincing in pain, Yoongi took another fresh cloth from the cabinet and pats it on his arm.

He made his way outside and stumbles upon the scattered brushes and paint containers on his bedroom floor. His eyes darted towards the messed up canvas and groans again to himself.

He quickly walks towards his bed and sat down, feeling exhausted and weak even if it's only morning.

Is it really morning?

Yoongi's eyes shot up to the wall clock and widens his eyes when he sees it's already past 11am.

And he has a visitor who will arrive at 12pm.

The painter quickly sprinted towards his closet, tossing the towel he used on the floor mindlessly and grabs what he can grab before sprinting again inside the bathroom.

He began dressing up, ignoring the pain on his arm and fixes himself just in time for the doorbell to rang.

He looks at himself one last time and walks his way towards the door, opening it to reveal a guy clad in all Guccis.

Yoongi had no time to say something because the guy suddenly envelops him in a hug; and the painter was all surprised by the sudden hug, so he can only smile in return when the guy broke his hug and greeted him,

With a name that he haven't heard for a long time.

"Hi Suga! -"

Yoongi giggles when the hug broke and looks at his visitor, and his eyes twinkle in delight when he says his name;

"Vantae!"

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