Pinky Promise--Taekook

Cakeu pt.387457805370548753785489

The next day a cake was delivered to my room. Well, a box. But inside was a cake. I frowned. Who had that come from? 

I tasted it. It was a guava cake. Only one person could have sent this. 

Taehyung. 

God, he's driving me crazy. It felt like he was playing games with me. Why would he send me a cake? Just to fuck with me? I found a note attached to the box. 

Kookie, 

I'm sorry, I love you. 

        --TaeTae

I wanted to call him, to know if he was ok. But he had me blocked still.  I knew his address, so instead I call Hoseok. 

"Hey man--"

"Can you buy me a bouquet?" I ask. 

"Uh...sure? I brought you treats the other day--"

"No. It's for Taehyung. Ask for white carnations and white dahlias with green hydrangeas and white baby's breath. I'll send you the address" I say. 

"Ok..."

"Thanks, I'll pay you back" I hang up and text him the address. 

Maybe Tae and I could talk when I got out of the hospital. I'd have to see him at school at some point. 

My phone rings, making me jump thinking it was going to be Tae for some stupid reason. But it was just Jin. I answered it begrudgingly. Maybe he'd finally grown up. 

"Are you in the hospital?" He asks urgently. 

"Wouldn't you know" I snapped and rubbed my brow; I could feel a headache coming from talking to him already. I put the cake away and sit up, listening to his sputter. 

"What's that supposed to mean??" He demanded, already sounding annoyed. Why did he even call? I wasn't int he mood to get yelled at. 

"You hit me. I know it. I saw your car--" 

"Are you serious?" he exclaims. I heard him muttering to himself. 'This is supposed to happen. this is supposed to happen.' What the hell? Was he insane? He was avoiding the question and he knew it. 

"I knew it! why? Are you mental?" I yelled into the phone. 

"Jungkook I-I had--"

"Everyone's saying that. I had to, I can't tell you, I'm done with your shit. Don't talk to me" I hang up.