Through The Hoops- Part Eight- YoonMin Social Media AU
My fingers tapped along the table, anxiousness running through me. We had agreed to meet at our old coffee shop at 3:00.
Where was he? Had he actually stood me up? I never should have asked for him to meet me. This was a mistake.
At this point I just wanted to go home, sit on my couch and eat a pint of ice cream. Did I have ice cream? Does this situation call for ice cream or alcohol? I’d probably end my night with both of the empty contents strewn across my apartment.
Coach would kill me tomorrow at practice.
With a sigh I plant my hands on the table, preparing myself to leave, when a breathless and wide eyed Jimin bursts through the doors. His eyes scan the shop before fixing on me.
Apologies were spewing from his mouth before he even sat down before me.
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry,” he pants heavily. His hair is windblown, from running if I had to guess.
I shake the thoughts away and focus on the boy sitting across the table.
“-had to catch the second bus but it only stopped a mile away so I had to run all the way here. Again, I’m so sorry.” Jimin’s eyes pleaded with me.
It had been so long since I stared into those brown eyes, too long since I lost myself in them.
I clear my throat and sit up taller, uncomfortable with my thoughts. I quickly cross my arms and nod while avoiding his eyes.
He physically relaxed at my voice and smiled at me.
Shit. Why did I suggest this meeting?
I scoff. “It’s been how many years and that’s the first question you ask me?”
Jimin furrows his brow, all signs of a smile gone. A painful expression replacing his soft features.
Instant regret consumes me.
“I’m sorry Hyung. How many times do I have to say sorry for Leaving? Please,” His voice was full of pain and regret.
I had hurt him, but he had hurt me too.
“If you didn’t feel the same way you should have just said so. Not move across the world.”
I lean back in my chair and look off to the side.
That night still haunted my thoughts. I had confessed, just blurted out the words, ‘I think i might love you.’
‘I love you too Hyung,’ he laughed.
‘No Jimin, I think I might be in love with you.’
He had spurted, shocked and then he looked…almost sad.Then he ran.
I had just expected an uncomfortable meeting the next day, not that he wouldn’t attend any of his classes, or that his roommate would inform me that he had moved out a few days prior.
Next thing I knew, I saw that he was overseas because of a dance internship.
He never said goodbye. Never said he was leaving. Never told me why.
“I hate saying goodbyes.” His tone was the only reason I turned my attention back to him. He looked so sad. His eyes were focused on his fidgeting hands before him. “Especially to those I love. I did feel the same, Hyung.”
His eyes raised and clashed with mine. I held my breath, shocked at the words pouring from his mouth.
“I felt the exact same way and it terrifies me. That’s why I ran. I was going to tell you about the internship that night. I was so excited and then you confessed. At first I was shocked, then happy, but then…”
He took a shaky breath before continuing.
“I was moving across the world Hyung. I didn’t want to start something when we were going to be separated for months. So I was going to wait until I came back to confess to you. But the dance group we formed in America blew up and our schedule became chaotic. When we moved back here I was so excited to see you again,” He smiled sadly at me. “I was so proud that you continued your career in basketball. You’re a good player, Hyung. I even went to one of your games a while ago and…it was nice but…you seemed different.” His smile disappeared. “And your reputation didn’t seem like you. I was scared you would no longer want anything to do with me so I kept my distance. I’m.. sorry, Yoongi Hyung,” Once again his eyes were pleading and it broke me.
“Please forgive me. I messed up but I want to be back where we were. And about our feelings…”
“I.. don’t know Jimin,” My voice was gruff. It had been so long since I even thought about Jimin, about how I felt about Him.
Could I forgive him? Could we really go back to what we had when we were younger?
“Then friends. Can we go back to being friends?”
I nod before the words come out. “Yes Jimin. We can work on being friends again.”
Jimin smiled and Yoongi smiled back.