Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop || Jikook [COMPLETE]

Chapter 8

Jimin stared down at his phone, biting his bottom lip. He hadn't talked to Jungkook in two days. Not since what he had overheard Jungkook say to Taehyung. If he was honest with himself, he didn't really want to talk to Jungkook. He was still hurt by those words. He knew it was a long shot that Jungkook would ever return his feelings, especially after he'd heard Jungkook say he didn't see him that way. But hearing that Jungkook didn't care if Jimin dated someone else made it all too real. Jungkook returning his feelings was something that would just never happen. It was something he needed to accept. And just like he'd explained to Taemin, in his head he knew that, but in his heart, well, his heart just didn't want to accept it.

Regardless of how he was feeling, he needed to talk to Jungkook. He needed to find out if Jungkook was still going to shoot his choreography piece for his midterm submission, which was due in a few days. If Jungkook said no, Jimin didn't even want to think about it.

Jimin sighed, steeling himself as he pressed the call button next to Jungkook's name. He listened to the phone ring, on the verge of hanging up, when Jungkook answered.

"Jimin. I was just about to call you."

"Oh. Really?"

"Yeah. I know your submission is due in a few days, and we hadn't recorded it yet, and since I still need to edit it, I was going to see if you were free to do it tonight."

"Okay. Yeah. That should be fine."

"You still want to do it outside, right?"

"Yeah, if it's not too much trouble."

"It will be cold, but I know it's what you want."

Jimin smiled. He couldn't help it.

"I'll bring hot packs and hot cocoa."

"Deal."

The line remained silent for a few moments.

"Would 7 be all right? We could meet at the park."

"Yeah. That's perfect."

"Okay. I'll see you then."

With that, Jungkook hung up, and Jimin was left with the awkwardness of their call. It was so formal compared to how they usually were, their calls normally full of laughter and banter. Jimin sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He didn't have time to dwell on it. He only had a couple of hours until he had to meet Jungkook and needed to get ready.

Jimin got up from his bed and went to his closet. He rifled through to the very end where he'd hung up his dance outfit. It was all white and loose-fitting. He wanted the outfit to be as much a part of his performance as the swath of white fabric he was going to dance with. He also hoped that nature would be on his side and it would snow. It hadn't snowed yet despite the cold, but the forecast had said it was likely this week. It was the main reason Jimin wanted to film outside. He knew the piece would look beautiful danced in the night with snow fluttering down around him.

Jimin draped the outfit across his bed, grabbed his garment bag, and tucked it safely inside. Since the park they were shooting at was near rkive, he was going to change and do his makeup there, wanting to stay warm for as long as possible before dancing out in the cold.

Forty-five minutes later, Jimin had everything he needed gathered in his duffel bag, which was slung across his torso along with the garment bag, as he locked his door and headed to rkive.

Jungkook let out a sigh the moment he'd hung up with Jimin, relieved that Jimin had even called. He had tried to reach him a few times over the past couple of days, but it always went to voicemail. He told himself it was a busy schedule, but somewhere deep down he knew that Jimin was avoiding him. Not that he blamed him. He had acted like a complete asshole and for no reason at all. He'd even decided he needed to apologize to Yoongi. To everyone, really.