Jinkook Exhibit

7.5 Jungkook, Be Mine!

Bzzztt!

Jungkook's awake from his sleep when he felt buzzing on his phone. Eyes still close he fish for the phone. Name 'Asshole' is on the screen, waiting for him to answer the call.

"What else do you want, asshole?" he asked, didn't intend to be wide awake. After all, it's still 3 in the morning. He still want to sleep.

"Babe... I'm.. I'm sorry..." he hear the voice, kinda sad over the phone.

"What's for?"

"I've cheated.. On you.."

"Oh? Is that so? Isn't that what you called true love??"

"No.. Kook.. I love you.. That bitch.. She.. She's a liar.. She has boyfriend.."

Jungkook jerk up, sit on his bed. "She dumped you?? Really??" He's smiling, holding up the laughter.

"... I'm sorry.. Babe.."

"Tell me. Did she dumped you??"

"... Yea.. She dumped me.."

"Whoa... Daebak... How do you feel, Taehyung??"

"..."

Taehyung didn't answer. Jungkook hears his breathing over the phone and that's enough making him shivers. He love the sounds. He can feel the warm breath from Taehyung when he sleep in his hug.

"I-I'm gonna hang up if you don't want to speak." he said, wanting to quickly getting over the ex boyfriend.

"No wait!"

"Hm? What else?"

"I.. I don't.. Have place.. To stay.."

Jungkook let out a heavy sigh. "So?"

"Help me.."

"Ha! You are so shameless!"

"... I know.. Please.. Babe.."

"I'll transfer some money. Go to budget hotel. Save the rest for food."

"You're.. Not going to let me.. Go to your place..?"

"No! We've break up!"

"But we're still—"

"Enough, Taehyung! I'm not going to let you fuck me again! Not anymore!"

"... I'm.. Sorry.."

"Haa.. We're done, okay? Please delete my number. I don't wanna hear anything or see anything about you anymore. Just leave the fucking me alone!"

He ends the call, throwing the phone on the mattress but it's bounce, hit the floor, cracks.

"Fuck!" he throw himself back into the pillow, shut his eyes, hissing in annoyance.

...

The next morning, Jungkook feeling sluggish, slowly walking to his desk. His hairs a bit messy than usual, his shirt a bit crumple and his eyes has the black circles around them.

It was still 30 minutes before the clocking times and he failed to sleep for the whole night. And that is why he came so early to the office, because he has nothing to do at home either than thinking about that trash ex boyfriend of his.

".... Ffucckkkk..." he leaned back on his chair and shut his eyes.

Tok! Tok!

Seokjin been tapping the desk for a while now, but Jungkook was in his deep sleep. He glance at his watch. It shows 9 in the morning.

He shake his head and walked out from the office room, just to coming back a few minutes later with a cup of hot chocolate and two tablets of cold medicine in his hand.

"Mr. Jeon.." no answer. If Jungkook didn't snoring, he would've thought the assistant is dead by now.

"Mr. Jeon..!" he raised his voice a little, not wanting to surprise Jungkook.

"Haa.. This sassy's.. Why bother coming to work if you're not feeling well?"

He walk to the other side of the table, approaching Jungkook, bend lower to the lad.

"Mr. Jeon..!"

Jungkook sprung from his chair.

Thud!

His head knocked on Seokjin's forehead.

"Aghh!" they both groaned, rubbing their head and forehead.

Jungkook steps aside, turning his back at Seokjin.

'Fuck, did I fell asleep again?'

He glance at his watch and got shocked. He turn around..

Splash!

He collided with Seokjin's hand holding a cup of hot chocolate, causing water to spill on the red shirt worn by the director.

"Hah!" he gasped, cover his mouth.

Seokjin freeze. Luckily the drink isn't so hot, so it didn't burn his skin.

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! I didn't mean it!" Jungkook quickly grabbing a pack of tissue and clumsily wipe Seokjin's clothes.

"It's okay.."

"I'm sorry! Please forgive me! I didn't come to work to sleep, but— I know I was wrong. I sleep at the office, twice. But, I.. I didnt— I'm really sorry..."

Jungkook's crying. It's not because of his guilty for sleeping at the office or because the drink spilled on Seokjin. But it's because how Taehyung making his life more miserable than their first break up.

Seokjin held his hand, stopping him from cleaning his shirt.

"Calm down.. Take the medicine first. You're not feeling well.."

"... Wha—t?"