INEVITABLE; taehyung [✓]

6;

i grasped tightly onto hoseok's phone, sipping absentmindedly on my near empty cup of coffee, avoiding slick ice patches on the sidewalk. groans and agitated whines came from miyoung, who was walking quite closely to me, her eyes locked on the phone clutched securely in my cold hand.

"please, let me see it!" miyoung begged, tugging on my arm desperately. i shook my head, snatching my arm from her grip, tucking the phone into my front pocket. "aigoo, jenna-ah!"

i sighed, taking the last sip of my coffee, beginning to grow stressed due to miyoung's behavior. i knew she'd annoy me if i revealed it, yes, but not this much.

"miyoung, i'm not giving you his phone." i went for another sip of my coffee, discovering i had drank it all. i took a deep breath, exhaling as i crushed it in my hand, startling miyoung.

"omo, you just crushed that! wae?" miyoung looked at the crushed coffee cup in my hand, which i continued to squeeze tightly, only causing it to cave in more.

"i drank it all." i blankly stated, letting my grip loose a tad on the cup, my eyes flashing down towards it. it was completely caved in and squashed in the center, whilst the top and bottom tapered at the bottom towards the center. i began to search around for a garbage can, only to find none in my peripheral vision. i sighed again, letting my arm hang loosely by my side, the cup barely clutched in my hand.

"that doesn't mean you crush it." miyoung muttered underneath her breath, crossing her arms, irritated. "you don't have to walk me to my apartment, you know."

"i know," i searched around once more for a garbage can, my eyes landing on a small black garbage can off to my left. i shifted my path towards the can, tossing my cup into it before returning to my spot beside miyoung. she raised an eyebrow at me, confused, but brushed the situation off her shoulders anyways. i finished my sentence, slightly smiling, "but i want to."

miyoung sighed. "but you don't have to."

"i'm not gonna go back and forth with you. i'm walking you to your apartment." i firmly stated, earning a shrug and a nod from miyoung, who didn't want to argue any further. "plus, my house is only a block or so away."

miyoung kept quiet, pressing her lips into a thin line, her eyes flickering towards the phone in my front pocket every so often. "what's his lock screen?"

"the rest of bangtan." i answered, my hand automatically going to the phone. i pressed my hand on the phone, protecting it from miyoung's sly hands. she groaned, tucking her hand, which was inching towards the phone, back into her pocket.

to our advantage, miyoung's apartment building wasn't that far away from the center, as it only took a half an hour to reach the building. once we reached the building, we stepped in, instantly sighing in relief at the warmth of the building's entrance.

"i had fun." miyoung spoke, her voice growing raspy from exhaustion. i nodded, a smile creeping onto my lips. "thanks for coming."

"it wasn't a bother."

"that's a lie." miyoung chuckled, rolling her eyes.

"that's true." i laughed in response, tucking my hands into my jacket pockets, watching as miyoung fished for her apartment key. "i'll see you later."

miyoung brought me into a hug, which i gladly approved, hugging back. once she pulled out of the hug, i watched as she proceeded towards the elevator, sending a wave my way as she pushed a button on the elevator pad. i returned the wave, before turning and exiting the apartment building.

i sighed, searching for any sign of a taxi driving the roads. "of course not." i groaned, seeing that the only method of public transportation on the road were buses, which oddly didn't go the route to my house.

i began my trek home, taking in my surroundings to keep myself busy. with miyoung, she kept me busy, but by myself, the only thing to keep me busy were my thoughts and my imagination. and unfortunately, i didn't have a very vivid imagination, so my thoughts usually overran the imaginary scenarios.

suddenly, an idea came to me.

i pulled hoseok's phone out of my front pocket, clicking it on, and pressed the home button, watching as it unlocked. i pressed his contacts icon, but my journey was soon cut short.

everything was in korean.

i didn't know a tad bit of korean, not even hello, let alone the korean alphabet.

i sighed loudly. i knew what i had to do.

i tugged my own phone out of my back pocket, typing in my passcode, and calling the only person i knew that had a wide knowledge of korean.

it rang a couple times, and i was beginning to think they weren't going to answer. just as i took the phone away from my ear, their voice came over the line, groggily. "hello?"

i quickly pressed the phone back to my ear, grateful i had heard the quiet sound of her groggy voice. a small smile played at my lips as i spoke. "miyoung, i need your help."

//

"glad you decided to finally let me help you." miyoung snatched hoseok's phone from my hand, not bothering to greet me as i stood in her doorway. startled, i stepped hesitantly into her apartment, kicking the door shut behind me, following miyoung into her bedroom.

she fell onto her bed, holding hoseok's phone securely above her face, scrolling. "so, can you read it?"

"can i read it? omo, of course i can. korean is my native language, have you forgotten?" miyoung teased, taking hoseok's phone away from her face and sitting it beside her, watching me as i sat down on the edge of her bed. "who do you want to call?"

i chewed on my bottom lip in thought, and in a couple seconds, a name popped into my head. "call taehyung."

"kim taehyung?"

"yes." i nodded, watching as miyoung's mouth became ajar, her eyebrows raised

"how do you know taehyung?"

"well, you see, he hit me in the face with a door during the meeting." i touched the bump on my nose, wincing when my fingers came in contact with the sensitive knot.

"wae?"

i rolled my eyes, sighing in annoyance. "just call him."

miyoung looked at me, unsure, but ended up calling him nonetheless. she handed me the phone, which i nervously accepted, pressing the phone to my ear hesitantly. i was more nervous than i should've been.

the phone rang a couple times, before somebody answered, their deep voice coming from the other line.

"annyeonghaseyo?"

my breath hitched in my throat, and i dug through the deepest recesses of my brain for a response. but, i kept silent, merely breathing heavily into the phone.

"hoseok? neo ni?"

i stuttered as i mustered a response. "t-taehyung? it's me. j-jenna."