Twisted Every Way || Vmin/Yoonmin {Complete}

4 -- Singularity

Taehyung could barely wait for the next day to come. Naturally it wasn't fair to assume that Jimin had asked to meet him for any reason in particular, but knowing that he wanted to see him after shutting him down before rejuvenated him. He laid in bed awake that night, thinking hard of what they would say to one another--or what he, himself, would have the courage to say. However, his thoughts could only be dreamy and positive for so long. Once it occurred to him that his reason for wanting to meet could be a negative one, he couldn't dismiss it. He thought again of the low, demanding voice from behind the door; what if Jimin only wanted to tell him that he had a jealous, possessive boyfriend that didn't want him to hang around? All over again, Taehyung felt his heart aching. His dreaming had started out as bright as Heaven's light, yet it had now soured to the sting of hellfire.

In the end, he didn't get much sleep and found himself too anxious to sit around waiting to leave the next day. Though he was an hour early, he found himself at the park. As he stepped in, taking a breath of the fresh air, he couldn't help but remember all of the times he had spent with Jimin there before. It was the park where they became more formally acquainted after having chased the scarf in the wind; it was where they often sat to have long conversations about anything and everything; it was where Taehyung, in an overflowing fit of emotion, couldn't stop himself from throwing his arms around Jimin and holding on as tight as he could before leaving his side forever--or so he thought. 

Yet as he looked up, he saw the silhouette of a boy sitting on a bench turned away from him, with a red scarf around his neck and his fluffy blond hair swaying in the gentle breeze. Taehyung couldn't decide if he was happy to see him or if he felt sick. Either way, he shoved his hands in his pockets and headed toward the bench. Jimin must have heard him coming, because he turned his head to look at Taehyung just as he came up behind him. The blond gave a smile as his gentle eyes met the redhead's.

"You're early," he said softly. Taehyung gave a small shrug.

"So are you," he replied with faux calmness. Jimin offered a shrug as well.

"I guess I couldn't help myself," he said with a relaxed sigh. "I thought it might be fun to spend some time reminiscing here for a while. Won't you join me?"

Taehyung cracked a small grin, maybe at the whimsical nature of his words even though he still felt like he had a knife through his stomach. Still, he walked around the bench and sat, meeting Jimin's eyes once more.

"Is that why you wanted to meet me here? To reminisce?" he asked.

"Not necessarily," Jimin admitted. "It just seemed appropriate to do in the meantime, since we have so many memories here."

"Yeah..." Taehyung agreed quietly, watching Jimin's eyes turn toward the horizon. None of this was helping him to figure out Jimin's true intentions, yet he was too nervous to attempt to rush it out of him. He watched him without a word for a long moment before turning away, his gut still churning in the silence that fell over them.

"Do you remember," Jimin spoke up, "about all of the stories we told each other here?"

"Laughing ourselves to tears over stupid things that happened at school?" Taehyung added with just a hint of a smile, peeking over at him. Jimin usually had tales to share of his clumsy moments in his dance classes; Taehyung spent a fair amount of time mocking the other rich students at his university, as well as the stuck up professors that seemed to grovel at his feet as though they thought they could get on good terms with his family.

"And laughing even harder that one time I tried to teach you to dance," Jimin said, barely able to keep the laughter out of his voice.

"I wasn't that bad," Taehyung said defensively, but still with a hint of playfulness, giving the blond a little shove.