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(VI) 'Being supportive comes from understanding.'

An hour passes.

Jimin is sitting on the couch in the bedroom with a long face. His eyes widen upon hearing his phone ring.

He stands up and slowly walks to the bed. He sits on it and reaches for the bedside table. He manages to grab his phone and answer the call.

Over the phone.

Jimin: Hello...

???: Mate! It took you years to answer my calls, huh?

Jimin: Who's this?

???: It's me, mate. Taehyung Kim! How can you forget me?

Jimin: Oh... Okay.

Taehyung: Were you expecting someone else's call?

Jimin: Uh... Yoongi said that he'd call me.

Taehyung: Come on, mate. Respect your mate. Your boyfriend isn't going anywhere.

Jimin: Boyfriend? What the hell, Taehyung?

Taehyung: Oh... Aren't you guys dating by now?

Jimin: I've gone blind! Fucking blind! Nobody's gonna date me. Am I understood?

Taehyung: What?

Yoongi is in bed with his phone. He stares at the phone screen for a minute and makes a call to Jimin.

Yoongi sighs heavily and tosses his phone onto the bed. He whispers to himself, 'At least, he's talking to people now.'

Taehyung: Is that why you were avoiding my calls?

Jimin: Mmm... I didn't know how to say this to you.

Taehyung: Listen, mate. I'm your friend and I'll always be. Jungkook is feeling super low these days since we haven't heard anything from you. Don't do this again. Answer my calls. Yeah?

Jimin: Yeah...

Taehyung: Tell me more.

Jimin: Tell you what?

Taehyung: How come you met Yoongi?

Jimin: He's my neighbour.

Taehyung: What? Since when?

Jimin: He's my new neighbour.

Taehyung: Ah, all right.

Jimin: Mmm...

Taehyung: All right. I'm gonna hang up. I don't wanna bother your private time with your boyfriend anymore.

Jimin: He's not my boyfriend, mate. Stop it before I kick your arse.

Taehyung: Hang up already! He might call you.

Jimin: Aye.

Taehyung: Bye, mate!

Jimin: Bye.

Taehyung hangs up and Jimin sighs in relief.

Jimin holds his phone tightly and sits still for a while.

An hour passes.

Jimin sighs heavily in exasperation and keeps his phone on the bedside table. He stands up and begins to do his chores.

The next day.

At night, Jimin is in bed with a gloomy look on his face. He pulls the blanket to his waist and turns to his left.

All of a sudden, his phone rings.

He tries to reach his phone quickly by tracing the bedside table. He succeeds at it and grabs his phone. He answers the call with a nervous look on his face.