Twisted Every Way || Vmin/Yoonmin {Complete}

15 -- First Love

"Finally, there you are," Yoongi exclaimed as Namjoon came into his view.

"Dude, are you okay?" Namjoon spat, blinking as Yoongi stood and stumbled over to him. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I couldn't sleep, but never mind that." Yoongi met Namjoon's eyes with a piercing gaze. "Look, I need you to do me a favor. Go through the security footage from last night and tell me who was here after everyone else left."

"What?" Namjoon asked, completely dumbfounded. "Why?"

"Just do it," the ghost snapped, with despair in his eyes. "Please."

Though he was completely baffled, Namjoon honored his request and spent this lunch break going through security footage like Yoongi had asked. If nothing else, it at least didn't take long, and he found himself making the long journey back into the depths. Yoongi stood straight up at the moment he heard him returning, with a look of panic and anxiety written on his face as they met eyes.

"Well?" he asked, his voice strained as though he was choking. "Who was it?"

"Before I tell you," Namjoon said sternly, "at least tell me why you want to know so badly."

"Because!" Yoongi shouted, with a flash of anger. "I heard someone singing last night."

"Singing?" Namjoon echoed, baffled all over again.

"With the most... pure voice that I've ever heard." The sudden sentimentality in Yoongi's tone only worked to shock Namjoon more, and he watch with wonder as the ghost went on. "And no matter what I do, I can't get it out of my head. I can tell he wasn't trained, just from the way he sang, but it was still so..." He gave a shake of his head, nearly starting to blush. "Look, I need to know whose voice it was." For a moment, Namjoon considered his words, and then decided that his reasoning was innocent enough.

"His name is Park Jimin," Namjoon said coolly, noting the way Yoongi's eyes lit up as he said it.

"Jimin..." the ghost mumbled. "What does he look like? How can I find him?"

"I mean..." Namjoon hesitated for a moment at his prying, but found no good reason to withhold the information. "He's one of the dancers, the lead dancer as of late. And in all honestly, he sticks out like a sore thumb. He just dyed his hair blond recently." He watched Yoongi's eyes go distant and spoke before he could stop himself. "Yoongi. What are you scheming, exactly?"

"I just... need to match the voice to a face," he explained coolly as he could, even though his heart was pounding.

Yoongi found himself crawling around in the air duct above the practice room once more. As he peered through the vent, he tried to recall if he had seen a blond dancer before now. However, when he couldn't recall such a person, he assumed that the dyed hair must have happened in the time between then and the last time he had wandered over to watch rehearsals. He sat quietly, his nerves on edge as he waited for the dancers to come into his line of vision. And then, when his eyes finally locked onto a boy with sunshine blond hair, he sucked in a gasp. He could only see him so well at this angle, but could nevertheless tell that the innocence written all over this boy perfectly matched the sweet singing that he'd overheard the night before. 

All over again, his pulse rushed and warmth came to his face. He watched Jimin intently, internally rejoicing when he heard him talk; even his speaking voice was sweet sounding, as were his mannerisms and they way he held himself when he was dancing, walking, or even standing still. Yoongi, mesmerized now by both the voice and the boy, found himself watching rehearsals on a daily basis just to see and hear Jimin, even if he never heard him sing. He was enraptured by the boy's gentle aura, and by the kindness and almost submissiveness that he seemed to show to everyone around him. Though he still wanted to hear him sing again, seeing him like this helped ease his yearning.