ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ • ᴠᴍɪɴ & ᴛᴀᴇᴋᴏᴏᴋ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

24. Only If We Know

Sometimes it doesn't have to make sense to hurt your heart.

Sure was happening with Jungkook who was absolutely speechless, at the lack of words when he let the other leave like that.

Something in the air around him had shifted and he couldn't understand what.

He wanted to spend time with him, maybe get him ice cream or walk him home and spend more time but the other one was absolutely clueless and was in a rush of nothing.

It's been like that and Jungkook certainly couldn't understand why so he just brushed his thoughts away to walk himself home on his own.

Going back home had him trapped in silence, just the sound of his air conditioner resonating throughout his apartment with some dispensers fusing aroma of essential oils to calm him down.

That feeling felt foreign but familiar and Jungkook couldn't understand why.

Just like that the evening died into a night, he grew hungry and ordered plenty of food while watching TV all alone but he felt so incomplete that day and he probably knew why.

Sneaking his phone out of his pockets to put against the table after eating, he contemplated for a while before opening a certain contact.

"Should I call him?" He asked himself before looking down, wondering and at the same time dying to talk to him.

He had never been this nervous before calling the other and he certainly doesn't understand why is he now?

Mustering his courage well enough for a while he decided to call him, waiting as he heard the bell ringing, just like his heart.

The number you have been trying to call is not answering, please try-

He cut the call and tossed his phone away on the coach, throwing his head back on the backrest of the couch and staring up at the ceiling.

He was hating that feeling because he knew what it could be and he couldn't let it just be.

He decided to look down at his phone again, carrying it and taking a deep breath before deciding to send a message, starting off with a plain 'hi' and then staring at the screen for a good while even though it was just delivered, not even seen yet.

His patience was tested and then he tossed the phone away again, turning himself over to drop on the coach.

"Ahh, what is this? What am I doing?" He groaned frustratedly, shaking his own hair and then laying down like that.

The clock ticked, the AC continued making noise, the TV was going on with a dramatic movie he wasn't interested in anymore and he felt terrible with the time passing by.

And soon his patience got tested.

The guy sat up, shutting his TV and rushing towards his door after carrying his phone and hoodie, closing all the devices of the home before wearing his shoes.

And going to his place.

~♡~

As if only Jungkook was trapped by the uncanny silence, so was the same with his best friend in his bedroom.

He doesn't know why he bothered carrying that shrug of a certain blonde haired male to his room and put it over his nightstand, being struck by the fragrance of it every now and then and torturing himself.

That fragrance reminds him of every good and bad thing, good being Jimin and bad being Jimin as well.

That fragrance of cherry cream and fruits takes him back to his middle school time, when he started realizing Jimin's feelings for him and he chose to be an asshole to hurt him and push him away because certainly that weight of being loved was heavy for him and then ending up finding Jimin crying with his brother several times without them knowing that the elder twin had always been aware of everything.