Locker Room | m.yg + j.hs

ix. comfort.

                   ~jimin's pov~

my soft bed and the sound of raindrops hitting the window were the only thing to comfort me the day after the party. all the rumors that i was a slut, that i was doing this and that... it was enough to leave me in my bed reading me and yoongi's old text messages all day. i received multiple calls, but there was one that stood out ... jungkook.

"jiminie?" he said faintly. his voice cracked and you could hear someone breathing close by, it was probably taehyung.

"yeah?"

"me and taehyung..." he paused and all i could hear in the background was his hand moving across fabric."we are worried about you. we've heard all the rumors, and you haven't been answering anybody's calls. are you okay."

"i'm oka-"

"you're lying. me and taehyung will be over right away."

damnit! jungkook's caring nature could be useful at times, but in this moment, i just wanted to be left alone, and especially not around the man i gave an awkward lap dance to at a party. i sighed and nestled my head in my pillow. it was hard not to cry, but i know if i did then i would never stop.

jungkook was kind enough to bring me kimchi fried rice and some tteok. it made my cold heart flutter with happiness.

"if you think i'm mad at you, i'm not." taehyung blurted out while i had my mouth full. he too looked very tired and hungover.

i gulped and strongly glared at his face. "i-i'm not mad at you, taehyung. i'm mad at myself."

jungkook put down his chopsticks and looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"don't be."

"jimin, you did nothing wrong. yoongi is the one that did something wrong."

"no he didn't he just-"

"he was wrong for leaving you."
                              ---

we spent the rest of that afternoon chatting. about what had happened. about what to do. about everyone and everything. a couple movies later, jungkook spoke up about the situation.

"what if you called yoongi and asked him to come over?"

"why would i do that? it would only make me more upset, you know." i replied, facing jungkook with a confused face.

"to see what he's missing out on. to keep him away from hoseok and make him fall in love with you all over again."

"slow your roll, jungkook." taehyung said, placing his long fingers on jungkook's shoulder. "he's right about inviting him over and stuff, but give him a kiss so good and so magical, it will be enough to make him like you again."

"okay. but you guys are going to have to hide somewhere so you can hear and not be seen at the same time." 

"the closet!" jungkook suggested, grabbing taehyung's hand and leading him into the confined space. i shook my head. they were such children. i picked up my phone and dialed his number. it was going to be rough hearing his voice after such a long time.

"hello?" he asked. he was definitely in public. probably with his little boy toy. yuck.

"i'm not okay. i need you to come over."

"oh...um." he pulled the phone away from his mouth and i could faintly make out a conversation between himself and someone. "i'll be right over."

"thank you, yoongi."i hung up the phone and pulled the retractable door on my closet. jungkook was sitting on taehyung's lap, showing him some kind of video on his phone.

"he's coming guys."