Later. || Jikook

33. Thirty Three

"Is Jeon gonna be there?" 

"No"

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"I miss Tako can I see him?"

"Jungkook isn't around so you'll have to go see him at his parent's house"

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"Easter is in a couple weeks, is Jeon gonna be back home?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen him a while"

"Same, the fact that he's barely on campus with this semester's classes makes it worse"

"I call sometimes but it's generally brief"

"Okay I see"

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Jimin sighed as he flopped on his bed. He pulled his phone ahead of his face and stared at the contact name for the hundredth time that month, deep feelings of longing and frustration swarmed in his heart when the "Typing..." notification disappeared yet again. Why couldn't he just send the text he wanted to type. Why must Jungkook always second guess himself.

He huffed, bouncing his leg then threw the phone somewhere besides him. The burning sensation in his eyes not going away even though there was nothing to cry about. It was not Jimin's fault that Jungkook was distancing himself, the older even texted him about it one day, yet Jimin cannot help but feel bad about this entire situation. Maybe it was the fact that Jungkook was hurting alone. Maybe it was the fact that he was hurting for someone else. He couldn't tell.

Shaking his head, he thought of the older and how much he just wanted to see him. He wanted to meet him and put a big punch right in his face for making all of them worry like that. "Seriously who does he think he is" Jimin sniffed. Rubbing his eyes aggressively to lose the discomforting burn.

"Fuck you Jeon, I don't wanna talk to you again" He whispered to himself in the darkness of his room. He got up and decided to work out a little just to blow off some steam since the room was already tidy and clean. Jimin found himself engaging in comfort cleaning more than he usually did this past month, he wonders why.

Suddenly the sound of a notification caught his attention in the middle of doing his crunches. He immediately got up and grabbed his phone, turning the screen and squinting at the brightness. A small smile making its way on his face upon seeing the name, and he was curious to know what it was about.

Jeon009
Hey

Me
Hi

Jeon009
Can you tell Tae to pick up my calls?

The smile was replaced with a frown. Jimin sat on the bed, thinking of his next text and what he should say. There was so much to talk about, so much to ask, but the young boy didn't know where to start or if it'll make things better or worse.

Me
That's it?

Jeon009
Yeah that'll be it thanks

Me
You're fucking kidding me 

Jeon009
I'm serious

Me
You have to be kidding me Jeon 
You didn't just text me in a month for something like that
What now, you're just gonna go into hiding again?

Jeon009
I was never hiding

Me
Jungkook you just stopped talking to all of us for weeks 
Maybe you weren't hiding but none of us saw you for so long
We're worried about you

"I'm worried about you" Jimin thought but never typed it out. He didn't need to add another problem to the mix, it was bad as it was. 

Jeon009
I'm doing fine kid