"Do you think you want to talk to him about it?" Taehyung asks as he and Jimin drive to school.
"Talk to him about what Tae? It was my fault..."
Jimin had filled Taehyung in on what had happened with Mingi the day it happened and the two had tried to talk it out but ended up with no true solutions.
Taehyung pounders the thought momentarily then shakes his head. "I don't really think it was anybody's fault..."
"Well that's dumb. I'm the one who couldn't commit.... I don't even know if I'm supposed to wait for him after school. And what about the show..."
Neither really knew the answer to that, so that sentence just got hung up and never truly dried.
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Regrettably the day was as sour as Jimin had imagined it would be. Mingi must've still been angry at him, because the boy had ignored Jimin all day, walking away and not turning up for lunch.
Hoseok and Taehyung had made comments about how immature Mingi was being but it did nothing to appease Jimin's mood. It was frustrating honestly. The situation made his throat ache and forced guilt into his already messy thoughts. When it was time for school to be let out, Jimin desperately attempted to rekindle the problem. He went ahead to the studio and patiently waited for Mingi but that was short lived when the boy didn't turn up.
He tried calling him many times but the call was always ignored. At this point Jimin grew more than desperate, he had hoped they would be able to talk this out but it seemed as though Mingi was more affected by what happened.
The next day, Jimin wasted no time in finding Mingi at school. The male had skipped most of his classes but when Jimin asked around, Mingi's classmates confirmed that he did come to school and was playing hooky.
The platinum haired found his boyfriend behind the pool building. He wasn't alone though, a small group of people were there, as well as Mark's girlfriend; Nayeon and her best friend Jeongyeon. They were smoking and as soon as Jimin drew closer, some of the other strangers to the group nudged their heads towards him.
"Jimin!" Nayeon shrieked out, "Come hang with us. Here!" she takes the, what looked like a smaller and less sturdy cigarette stick and offers it to the boy. Mingi's back was still turned away from Jimin, even with having clearly made aware of his presence.
"I'm good, thanks." he declines politely.
"Suit yourself, what brings you here?" She asks while passing the bud to Mingi. "Never pegged you for a pot head."
Jimin manages a small smile but then shakes his head. "I just, actually wanted to talk to Mingi... please." It didn't surprise him that Mingi smoked as well. At the parking lot party most of the people there had cigarettes in their hands.
"Well, aren't you just fucking polite." A random guy comments, snickering as he did so.
Mingi ignores the platinum haired boy, he was not even looking at Jimin at all now. As if he was merely irrelevant. It hurt.
A few seconds go by before Nayeon inevitably notices the awkwardness. "Oh-kayyyy, yeah, seems like there's trouble in fucking paradise, imma head back, bell's about to go anyway." The smile she has on her face as she looks back at her friend before they walk away with the rest of the group is questioning.
Now it's just them. It's unbearably quiet and Jimin wants Mingi to talk first but decides it wasn't going to happen. "Mingi.."
No answer.
