the blue notebook | jikook

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"hey babe," taehyung's voice is small.

"can you leave me alone? much appreciated, thanks." 

jimin turns on the blind side of his bed, showing his back to taehyung. fairly enough, he's not in any mood to converse or indulge with a company.

"i know you've been having a hard time, but talk to me, please?" 

jimin doesn't answer.

this week has brought him down harder than he expected.

not only did he lose his favorite diary, he wrote all his thoughts in, but he ended up making a fool of himself in front of jungkook.

even thinking about it now gives him an uninvited headache.

so he pulls the blanket on top of his head, in hopes of drowning all the noise.

minutes later, when he decides to go for a leak, he finds a chocolate on his desk, on top of which there was a note.

'eat this and feel better. we have tests coming up, don't forget to eat all meals. love you, xoxo -tae.'

jimin smiles and reaches out for his bag to start studying like taehyung reminded him. only to his horror, his art history notebook is nowhere near his sight.

this week is fucking with him.