Chapter 1
Hey, this is Jimin. Uh... I miss you. Haven't seen you since that night in the hallways so I, uh, was hoping you'd respond to this message... talk to you later? Call me back.
It's been two years.
Two years since Jimin fell in love with an older man with dark, brooding eyes, and brightly colored hair that contrasted completely with his attitude.
Two years since they had their little bout in the hotel hallways, in the pool, around the bar.
Two years since Jimin left his message.
Jimin had had a rough day at work, having been rushed over to Daegu to do some important work with a wealthy man with a shining, buck toothed smile.
Jimin had stumbled his way to this hotel room, struggling to find the key he was entrusted with that very morning. As he struggled and looked through his pockets, he heard a deep voice ask, voice tilted with a tone of amusement, "Having trouble?"
Jimin jumped from where he was standing and looked over to see a man standing in front of him. This man already had a sort of... cool vibe, he'd say. The man narrowed his eyes slightly when looking down at the poor boy, hands shoved into his pockets and weight all put on his left leg, giving himself a slight tilt to the side. When Jimin didn't respond, he pulled one hand from his pocket and waved it in front of his face. Jimin snapped out of his trance and the man pushed back his own mint colored hair and let out a short chuckle.
"You're cute," he paused to study Jimin's face, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "I asked if you were having trouble."
The man's intense gaze not only made Jimin jittery, but make his face turn a dark pink shade. "Uh, yeah. Can't find my key."
The man smirked slightly. "Saw you drop one at the entrance. Decided to take it in case it was yours." He pulled out his other hand from his pocket to reveal his room key. Jimin perked up. But when he reached out, the man pulled his hand away.
"I'm lonely," the man suddenly said, smiling a bit as he watched Jimin huff in annoyance and cross his arms. "Give me some company."
Against his will at this point, Jimin agreed, and he's glad he did.
"I'm Yoongi, by the way," he said as he took Jimin's wrist and dragged him through the hallways. "Don't be too loud, people are sleeping."
Jimin nodded a bit, staring at the back of his head in awe. His eyes traveled down and studied Yoongi silently, how his neck still had excess green, the muscles on his back, and his veiny arms and hands.
Yoongi pulled him out to a bar and he turned to Jimin, hair covering his eyes. "You look tired."
Jimin snapped out of his trance. "I'm not, let's keep going."
Yoongi smirked slightly and sat down on one of the high chairs. Jimin sat beside him. "I can't drink." Jimin muttered when Yoongi ordered two shots of vodka.
Yoongi looked at him and frowned slightly. "How old are you?"
"18.."
Yoongi chuckled a bit. "You're so young."
Jimin didn't dignify him with an answer, but instead asked him, "How old are you?"
"27."
Jimin sat in his seat in disbelief, and watched as Yoongi took both shots and leaned over the counter.
"You're old." The minute he said it, Jimin realized what a big mistake he made.
Yoongi whipped his head around and stared at Jimin with an intensity he's never seen in his life. "Excuse me?"
"I-I- I mean-"
Yoongi practically jumped out the seat and dragged Jimin with him out the bar.
They made their way to a pool and Yoongi let go of his hand, looking down at the water. "Old men don't swim at 3 in the morning," he looked at Jimin. "Try me, baby."
Jimin's cheeks flushed into red and he said timidly, "Bet."
Yoongi chuckled a bit and slipped off his shirt, then pants. He struggled a bit, taking an eternity to take off his socks and shoes as well. He then jumped into the pool, the splash making it's way to Jimin, water caught on his clothes.
Yoongi bobbed his head out the water and called out, "Come in, it's warm."
Jimin quickly stripped off his clothes and jumped into the pool with Yoongi.
Yoongi let out a full laugh, head thrown back and eyes squinted. Jimin smiled as he watched, proud of himself for making someone so composed so... unraveled.
Yoongi held onto Jimin's shoulders. "Still old?"
"Very," Jimin said and smiled as Yoongi scoffed. "But cool, too."
Yoongi smirked a bit. "Race you."
"What?"
Yoongi started swimming away and Jimin scrambled over to start the race.
The water was cold, Yoongi lied, but he endured the hypothermia and won the race.
Yoongi held onto the edge of the pool and watched Jimin shout in triumpth.
Jimin turned over to Yoongi and grew quiet when seeing his expression. Yoongi stared at him with a look of admiration and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. Jimin's face started to burn again and he felt as if his heart just stopped right then and there. Before he could comprehend it, he felt soft lips against his. Their mouths moved together as if they belonged, and the couple sunk down in the water, never pulling apart.
When Yoongi finally walked Jimin to his hotel room, he gently handed him his key and whispered huskily, "You can always call me." and gave him a scrap of paper containing a phone number. Jimin gave him a timid smile and they exchanged one last peck of the lips before he slipped into his room.
Little did he know there would be an absence of a call back.
Day 730
no call back.
Jimin sits on the floor of his apartment complex, scrolling through his phone when it starts vibrating, a number popping up. Usually, he wouldn't answer any calls if he didn't know who was calling, but the number is similar to one he's seen before.
He answers and waits for a moment before hearing a familiar deep voice say huskily into his ear, "Hi, Jimin."
Jimin's eyes widen slightly and his heart stops. Yoongi. Is it-?
"Yoongi?"
When he gets nothing but a short chuckle as a response, he whispers angrily, "Why didn't you call me back?"
