mourir seul • nammin/minjoon •

• vingt-neuf •

Jimin wanted to throw the phone back into the drawer. Even though he absolutely didn't want to question how and why it got there, nor why it was fully charged, but talking to his mom was even worse. He hesistantly put back the phone. If he ignored her, maybe she won't call again.

A few minutes and endless ringing later, Jimin couldn't stand it anymore. He took out the phone and answered. "Mum..?", he carefully asked, afraid a thunder-like response could wait for him. "Jiminie! Baby! You took so long to answer, is everything alright?", a female, bad-acted worried voice spoke from the other end. Jimin sighed. If you call every twenty seconds, he thought. "I'm alright.", he quickly lied, "I just took a shower and left my phone in the kitchen."

"Aw, my baby.", his mother cooed. Jimin could almost see her pout before his eyes. He had to restrict himself from rolling his eyes, even though there was no one to see it. "How are you doing, my little baby?", the woman asked. He hated that name. "I'm doing good. You know, lotta work to do and stuff."

"Ah, that's nice.", she cheered. Jimin could hear her clapping. "So, i was wondering,", she immediately continued, "your dad and I wanted to go on a little vacation for a while. Do you think you can take us in for one or two nights in the city?"

Oh no. Jimin already knew this was coming. His mother never called for anything besides a favor he was going to do for her. But oh, no. Staying with family only ever meant one thing in his.

"You and your girlfriend surely don't mind!", his mother laughed. Jimin clenched his fist, unable to resist the urge of an annoyed groan. "Mum. I'm still not into girls. And I'm not in a re-"

"Then your boyfriend sure won't mind either.", she interrupted him, gritted teeth clearly audible. Jimin already wondered how long it would take her to give up her staged cheeriness. He sighed. "He probably won't."

What use would it be to say the truth, he thought. He couldn't even think one straight thought without anxiety and fear taking over. He was glad to make this as quick as possible. "Great!", his mother squeaked almost, leading to Jimin quickly removing the potential deafener from his ear. "Then we'll be in the city in about 10 days, what do you say?"

"That's.. in the middle of the week."

"Like always! Don't you remember? We used to take small little vacations when you were so little and then we-"

"Yeah. Yeah, we did. You see, Mum, I have a pretty busy schedule right now. Maybe we can continue this tomorrow or so, because I have really much work to do.", Jimin sighed with knitted brows. Please, he begged in mind, please buy it. "Okay honey! But I'll call later in the evening! Your father wants to talk to you too!", she shouted, now away from the phone. She must have put it on speaker or such. "Yeah.. then.. see ya, mum."

"Bye honey!"

Before Jimin could do it, his mother already hung up. Tomorrow, he said. Not this evening. Goddammit.

He furiously slam his phone onto the table next to him, completely baffled. He wanted to groan. He wanted to shout, scream and just let all of his anger, confusion and frustration out. He was helpless. He was absolutely helpless. He could not even get to his best friend that was just next door. Hell, he couldn't even leave this damn room. He felt helpless, and there was nothing to do about it.

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"Checkmate."

"I hate you."

"You're a bad loser.", Namjoon chuckled when he won the third time in a row. Yoongi leaned back in his chair and pouted, highly insulted. "You're just a bad, bad cheater."

"Where can you cheat in chess when two other people are watching?", Namjoon asked, masking a shocked expression. He gestured towards the two young men on the couch next to them. "Hm?", Taehyung asked in confusion, "I heard my name?" Namjoon almost wanted to give a protesting comment, when he recognised the game his little brother was playing on the tablet in his hands. He sighed. "Did you watch, Hoseok?"

"I'm actually just waiting for the cake you promised me.. uh.. three hours ago.", the black-haired man mumbled. "So, no one was watching?", Namjoon whined, "Come on, this guy is not believing me!" He pointed towards Yoongi infront of him, who had to hold back a laugh. "I can't believe it. Y'all are terrible."

"The cake is only available when the last guest on the waiting list is taking foot into these walls.", Yoongi explained, overly expressive, "Which means that we're waiting for our beloved Namjoon's pupil. Who is late. Again."

"To be honest, we should count the times he's actually on time.", Taehyung chuckled, leaning towards his brother. The latter shrugged. "I definitely didn't teach him that."

"Of course.", Hoseok commented, lifting his mouth to a smirk. Namjoon sighed. "Definitely terrible."

"Je t'aime, anyways, brother."

"You spoke french."

"I absolutely did not."