Show Business - Vmin/Jikook

Pandora box pt.2

Jimin POV

"Tae!" I shouted his name, as I stepped quickly inside the apartment. "Don't yell my name so loudly, idiot! The neighborhood may hear you and then they will find out that I'm here! I don't want any more attention and problems for today!"

"OMG, he's here! I'm so happy! I can't believe that this happening!" I started having a little attack of happiness inside my mind.

Kim Taehyung and I are childhood friends. We met while we were still little kids and, because of my family and her relationship with his family, I made many visits to him and I ended up by growing up and being friends with him. I know everything about him, all thanks to that. And that's how I know what makes him happy, when no one doesn't know... That's why no one can substitute me and take my place next to Tae... That's why I try to believe that I'm important to him...

"Do you want anything to eat, Tae? I can make you something, if you want." I asked him with a bright smile. "Why would I want to eat now? It's almost midnight, I already had dinner." He said kinda coldly, while he put his things inside his backpack. "Oh yeah... You're right... " I ended up by giving up from the idea of making dinner, even if I still didn't have eaten anything yet.

"Do you have beer or anything like that?" He asked as he opened the refrigerator and looked inside it. "You know I don't drink anything with alcohol..." I told him weakly. "But you know I always want to drink something with alcohol, mainly beer, when I'm here." He said harshly and I gulped nervously.

"I-it's just that you don't come home that often and ultimately, when I try to call you, it always ends up in your voicemail... And as you never tell me when you're coming, I-I..." I started saying shyly while I kept nervously playing with the hem of my shirt...

...I tried to start to give up on having this painful hope and love... Was what was running in my mind, but I didn't tell him...

However, he gave me after a death glare, making me regret right away what I had said. "So you are saying that it's my fault?" He asked angrily. "N-No, it's n-not like t-that..." I stuttered and lowered my head, as I didn't want to see his angry expression.

"I'm busy, you know? I already have many important things to worry about and to do, so how am I supposed to have time for something less important like call you when I'm coming?!" He said really upset and I only whispered a "Yeah, I guess I shouldn't have asked for something so selfish...".

He's always angry and in a mood bad when he comes home... In summary, he's like that every rare times I see him and talk with him... And to think he was so nice back then, when we were kids and also when moved to this city together... It almost like we are talking about two different persons... So much changed without noticing...