text me ♧ vmin

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"jimin?" the voicemail played, taehyung dropped his phone. "it wasnt supposed to become like this..." he rose from his bed and moved to the kitchen. taehyung was bored but couldnt bring himself to go outside.

he missed jimin so much. why was he being treated like this? he had apologised but that just wasnt enough. nothing was ever enough for jimin. taehyung shook his head and whispered under his breath, "dont think like that."

taehyung turned on the stove and put a pot of water over the top of it. he made his way back to his room in his tiny apartment. taehyung was poor, he couldnt afford anything bigger but he could live with it.

once again, he collapsed on top of his bed, shutting his eyes the second he hit the springy mattress. "all i ever do is sleep these days," he would wake up sometimes by the knock at his door, it was always jimin wanting to hang out. taehyungs apartment was comfortable and warm when jimin was in it. not much anymore.

he would get embarrased sometimes. jimin was really rich and his apartment was amazing, where as taehyung had... this.

taehyung covered his body with his blanket, surrounded by warmth. his eyes started to flutter and taehyung could feel the sleep embracing him.

ping

taehyung shot up. a text? who from? jimin?

he reached for his phone that lay on the floor and flipped it over to read the message he had recieved. if it was jimin, what would he say? is he alright?

'unknown number': are you friends with jimin?