Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #57 Making Amends

 "Jungkook?"

"Hey, is Yoongi there?"

"No, he told me he's meeting a friend."

I sighed, rubbing my temples.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah-it's-it's fine I just wanted to talk to him."

"I can tell him you called."

"Don't bother. I wouldn't expect him to call me back. He isn't exactly fond of me at the moment."

Silence filled the line.

"He doesn't hate you."

"Did he tell you personally? I'm pretty sure as of right now, he does in fact hate me."

"Tell you what, I don't know what friend he's meeting, but he's been absent from the house often recently. I've driven by his truck a while back. He parks it in front of Omni Hotel. I don't know if this helps, but I suppose you could wait for him there."

A smile crept onto my lips.

"Thank you, Joon. I mean it."

"Anytime." He fluttered. I hung up and jumped to my feet. I hardly got any sleep and I've spent the entire weekend having an existential crisis. I know it was selfish, but I wanted to speed up the whole mending my friendship gig. I needed Yoongi, he'd tell me what's wrong with me and likely how to fix whatever sickness is poisoning my thoughts. Besides, I might be able to hit two birds with one stone after all. Guess who happens to live right beside Omni Hotel? Park Jimin.

I knew my intrusion would likely come off as rude, but I needed to force my way back into the circle. I needed a distraction. Sure enough, when I arrived at Omni Hotel, Yoongi's pale teal truck stuck out like a sore thumb. I didn't even bother investigating the front desk, I had a strong feeling he wasn't occupying any of the rooms.

 I walked across the street to a series of penthouses. Jimin gave me a keycard into his room a while back. I used to spend the night far more frequently a few years ago. At the beginning of my marriage, I practically lived with him. It took a while to adjust to the mansion.

The doormen bowed as I ambled to the elevators. I dreaded every moment I stood in this building, knowing I'd have to face two very pissed off people I happen to care a lot about. I pressed the button for floor number thirteen. I dragged my feet down the hallway before I stood in front of his door, my shoulders slouched. 

I took a deep breath and straightened my posture. I knocked firmly on the door before I held my breath to listen. I heard Jimin's breathy laugh come closer from the other side. My eyes lit up when the door swung open. His smile dropped upon recognizing me. Not a second later the door was slammed in face.

My jaw clenched. Like I said, if I wanted to make amends, I'd have to force it. I shoved the keycard into the door panel, and welcomed myself inside. Jimin swayed down the hallway, he looked over his shoulder as I shuffled in. He rolled his eyes.

"Come on in." He spat sarcastically.

"Jimin-" I started.

"Don't." He warned. I pouted and rushed after him. He glanced down at my feet.

"Your shoes." He scolded. I stumbled into the walls as I hopped around, fighting my tied boots off my feet. I tossed them near the door.

"Listen I know you probably have a long list of all the reasons you hate me but-"

My mouth ran dry as I followed him into the living room. Yoongi was on the couch, wearing a shirt that most definitely wasn't his. I brushed the thought out of my mind. I gave him a nod, one he ignored.