Text Talk [JiKook/KookMin Version]

Epilogue: Week 36

An epilogue taking place in the 36th week of the year.

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Jungkook is bold
Jimin is italic
Seokjin is regular
Hoseok is underlined

 

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Saturday AM

(8:34) Beep beep, motherfucker!

(8:34) Get your arse out here!

(8:35) Hey! Give me a bit!

(8:35) Stop honking!

(8:36) It’s Hobari. He had chocolate for breakfast, so now he’s on a sugar high.

(8:37) Damn it, Hobi, you’ve been told!

(8:38) I scolded him for you. Those two aggressive beeps were his response.

(8:38) I’ll be two seconds, just calm down.

(8:39) Come on, Mochi! Beep beep! Let’s go be Adults!

(8:39) Don’t use the A word.

(8:40) Then get a move on. How much stuff do you have?

(8:40) Gotta pack my emotional baggage. Now stop texting.

 

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Jimin looked around his empty room with a heavy sigh.

He didn’t feel anxious, not how he expected to be. He already had a feeling of homesickness, even if all of his belongings were right in front of him in bags and boxes, and his mother and father stood at the door watching him. Jimin imagined that they felt worse, their only, and chronically ill, child leaving the house at just age eighteen.

Sometimes Jimin wondered what kind of madness possessed him to do such a thing, but other times he heard Jungkook talk on and on about what they would do in their share house, and Jimin felt excited again.

“It’s alright if you change your mind,” his mother said gently. “You know Jungkook and the boys will understand.”

Jimin nodded silently, still looking around his old – was it old yet? – bedroom.

A buzzing came from his pocket.

(8:45) Get in loser, we’re going University-ing.

He smiled, about to reply when another message came through.

(8:45) Have your parents held you captive? It’s ok, we’ve already dealt with the Kims. We’re experts at this now.

Jimin took a deep breath, then collected the bags in front of him, and asked his parents if they could take the boxes.

He wasn’t going to back out of it now.

 

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Jungkook was sick of the Beatles.

“Don’t you have any other artists on your phone?” he asked Hoseok, who was looking very constipated in the driver’s seat.

“I’ve got Rolling Stones,” he said. “I’ve also got ‘Jungkook Can Fuck Off With That Face of His’.”

“And what face is that?” Jungkook asked innocently, still scrolling through Hobari’s phone in a desperate attempt to magically conjure up some decent music.