taes anatomy

chapter 9

Taehyungs pov

"The subscriber you have dialled is not available" imagine trying to get a hold of someone but that's the only reply you get. Does it not drive you crazy?

"Hey... have you seen Jungkook lately?" I asked Jimin as we walked down the corridors of the busy hospital.

"Jackass Jeon? No I haven't actually" I flicked Jimin's forehead and tisked.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Jimin, when did you become such a snarky bitch? This is so unlike the Jimin I know" I asked in disbelief.

"I'm not snarky all the time... I just hate his guts." Jimin grimaced. I didn't reply to that and just decided to end it there.

"You hate everyone's guts jimin" i laughed.

"Thats not true!" He defended on his behalf.

"Jimin, name one person that you like beside me."

"Uh... My mom?" Jimin asked too innocently.

"Jimin everyone is supposed to like their mothers, thats a given" i argued.

"shut the front door, my mom is still a person and i like her. Periodt!" Jimin slammed his hands on the table, making it clear that hes done talking about that subject.

I mean, is the importance of a phone call not to discuss something important? And when someone doesn't pick up the other end of the line... does it not worry you?

Remembering the way he rushed past me yesterday evening had me worried. Even though I couldn't completely see his face, I could see that he was worried or no... he looked frightened. I sighed as I continued to walk down the endless passageway.

"Where could you be, jackass Jeon?"

Its makes you worry about where that person is... what they are doing that's so important that they cannot pick up the phone... if they're okay? Are these not the thoughts that run through the mind of every average caller? I'd like to think so.

Jungkooks pov

When I got outside the German airport, it started to snow heavily. Luckily for me, I had brought a thick woollen coat with me, knowing that this would be the case.

This weather was quite the contrast to the weather in L.A. I might even move to L.A again for the fine weather. I'll see how things work out for me.

I hailed a cab and made my way home. "home" . to say I was reluctant to go home was an understatement. I was not mentally prepared to see that woman so soon again. To be honest, I never want to see her again but what can I do? She's the mother of my kids.

When the cab reached my apartment building about an hour later, I got out and thanked the driver. When he drove in the distance, I sighed bitterly, turning to face the entrance of the building.

Hurriedly, I went inside to get out of the cold. The inside of this place was so warm and inviting. It was lit a beautiful shade of warm yellow and it smelled of jasmine.