Skype | Jinkook

sixteen

"Jimin—"

"Please don't talk to me."

"It wasn't even that bad—"

"It was, though."

"No, it wasn't—"

"I broke Yoongi hyung's toe." Jimin sniffs, hiding his face in his hands. "He hates me."

"You know," says Taehyung, in an attempt to be consoling, "it technically wasn't you that broke his toe. It was the bowling ball."

"Yeah, but I dropped the bowling ball. I literally broke his fucking toe!" Jimin buries his face in Taehyung's shoulder. "Even Hoseok hyung was mad, and Hoseok hyung never gets mad!"

Taehyung runs his hand through Jimin's hair gently, fingers grazing the elder's scalp. "Don't worry about it, Jiminnie. They're probably not mad at you anymore."

"They probably are—"

"Shhh. They're not mad at you, okay? Don't argue with me."

"...Fine."

。。。

Jungkook flattens his bangs against his forehead and runs a tongue anxiously over his lips to wet them. His hands find their way into the warmth of his pockets as his feet move, somewhat hesitantly, across the damp pavement. The sun is shining brightly, and the only evidence of the rain earlier that morning are the occasional puddles of water sitting in potholes in the asphalt, reflecting the sunlight prettily.

I can do this.

His right thumb rubs circles on the surface of his wallet in an attempt to calm himself as he squeezes past a flower booth, slowing for a fraction of a second to ponder whether or not he should get Seokjin flowers. He decides against it, however, coming to the thought that it would seem too much like a date if he did that.

As the café they chose to meet in comes into eyeshot, Jungkook's heart starts beating a little faster. His lips press together anxiously and perspiration begins to bead up on his palms. He swallows as his feet shuffle forward, and his eyes try and peer through the reflective glass window of the coffee shop. Jungkook makes out a small round table, and sitting there is a young man—

Isn't that Seokjin hyung?

Jungkook stops dead in his tracks; he vaguely registers a woman bumping into him and muttering angrily as she sidesteps him and hurries on past, but his attention is mainly fixated on the man at the table.

That's Seokjin hyung.

His mouth is suddenly dry, and his heart is pounding so hard that he can hear it in his ears.

That's Seokjin hyung.

Stomach lurching in fear as Seokjin looks up, Jungkook rapidly swivels on his heel and swiftly walks in the other direction, slowing only when he's near his apartment.

His phone buzzes against his thigh, and he tugs it out of the confines of his pocket to see a notification.

Seokjin hyung ❤️: Jungkookie, where are you???

He stares at the small device for a full minute, observing how the little bubble keeps appearing and disappearing. For a moment, Jungkook thinks that Seokjin might be just as nervous as he is, but he quickly dismisses it with a snort and a shake of his head.

Seokjin hyung wouldn't get nervous.

But Jungkook definitely did.

His pale fingers slowly begin tapping out a reply.

Jungkookie: I'm really sorry, hyung.

Jungkookie: Something came up, and I couldn't come.

Jungkookie: I'm really sorry. :(

Seokjin hyung ❤️: Ah, it's okay!

Seokjin hyung ❤️: Try and tell me beforehand, though, okay? I'd really appreciate it.

He hates me.

Jungkookie: Of course

Jungkookie: I'm so sorry, hyung.

Seokjin hyung ❤️: It's fine, Jungkookie

Seokjin hyung ❤️: And I might not come on Skype tonight, I'm kind of busy

Jungkookie: Okay :(

Jungkookie: Talk to you later!

Seokjin hyung ❤️: Yeah, bye

Oh god, he hates me.

。。。

A/N: wHelP
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