INEVITABLE; taehyung [✓]

7;

"jenna? wha- why do you have hoseok's phone?"

i pressed my lips into a thin line, gently biting on my bottom lip, my eyes flickering towards miyoung, sending a telepathic plea for help. her eyes widened, and she began to shake her hands sporadically, almost falling off of her bed in a blind panic.

"uh," i stammered, my lips moving up and down involuntarily as i fished for a logical response. i didn't sugar coat the situation, although i wished i did. "my friend spilt peppermint mocha on him."

taehyung began to chuckle, but quickly stopped himself, clearing his throat. "how does that involve you having his phone?"

"you see," i shifted positions, tapping my fingernails against my thigh, growing more nervous by the second. i could head him breathing into the phone, which sent chills down my spine, and caused goosebumps to arise on my arms and legs. "he dropped it on the ground, and i luckily found it."

"oh. his phone language is korean, how did you read it?" taehyung pressed on further, which only made me grow more nervous and uneasy.

"well, my friend, miyoung, is a native korean. so, she helped me translate his contacts." i glanced over at miyoung, who cupped a hand over her mouth to prevent herself from screaming as i mentioned her name to taehyung. her cheeks were as red as her bedsheets, her free hand shaking like a jackhammer.

"tell her i said thank you."

"taehyung said thank you." i shifted my attention to miyoung, whose eyes widened, and a muffled scream escaped her lips as she fell backwards off of her bed. i stifled a laugh, for this was a quite serious situation and taehyung was still on the other line.

"why did you choose to call me?"

taehyung asked the question i was hoping i could've avoided, but knew i had to face nonetheless. butterflies began to flutter in my stomach, causing my face to heat up drastically and my legs to become weak. i smacked my stomach, hoping it'd ease the butterflies- but it didn't. it only made them worse.

"you were the only person i kinda knew in his contacts."

"seems legit. so, why are you calling me to tell me about this?"

"i wanted to know if, well, we could meet up or something so i can return hoseok's phone? i bet he's worried." i was surprised i was able to get a complete sentence out, let alone two. the butterflies that occupied my stomach that were initially lightly fluttering were having full on seizures as i awaited his response, miyoung's head slightly peeking over the side of her bed, her eyes wide. i was communicating with one her idols, after all.

"sure." he blatantly said, and i sighed in relief, my muscles relaxing and the butterflies beginning to settle down. "when?"

"tonight?" my statement sounded more like a question, as i was unsure of what to say. i hadn't thought out the details before i had called him, which i should've. "it's okay if you can't, tho-"

"tonight's fine. where?"

"how about the center where the meeting was earlier? i'm sure to know how to get there."

"that's okay."

"are you coming.. alone?" miyoung crept on top of her bed once again, slowly inching towards me, anticipating his response more than i was.

"yes. you're not gonna kidnap me and sell me, are you?"

i let out a small laugh, as did taehyung. miyoung looked extremely confused and flustered, whilst i kept my cool and remained as calm as possible- although the butterflies were beginning to freak out again. "no, i won't. promise."