The Last Boy Scout

9

Taehyung.

So that's what he's been doing. Everything was slowly adding up.

He was acting suspicious earlier today, and he wouldn't answer his calls because he was on... a date?

I started to become dizzy. I didn't feel well, even though I got several strikes and was taking the lead.

Minghao came over to me. It was Jimin's turn to bowl and Minghao's turn was next. Jiminnie struggled picking up the bowling ball so he requested for a smaller one.

"Jungkook-ah, thanks for the meat earlier."

I look up at him. His peach eye shadow glistened as he spoke. He reminded me of when Jimin wore eye shadow in our Wings era.

"No problem, hyung. My treat."

He sat down across from me.

"Jungkook-ah, what's wrong?"

"Neh? Nothing... I'm just tired."

"You don't have to say you're tired to avoid telling others how you really feel." His expression softened.

"Thanks, hyung."

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me. We all feel this way at times."

I look down at my phone. "Yeah..."

"Jungkook-ah, if you ever need someone to talk to, you can always call me." He looked over at Jimin, who had a disappointed look on his face because his ball rolled into the gutter. It's now Minghao's turn to bowl.

"Looks like it's my turn." Minghao hopped off the stool and paused.

"Jungkook-ah," he told me. "Stop worrying too much."

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(Author's POV starts now)

It was a tiring night for Jungkook. Mingyu ended up winning but Jungkook didn't care. He couldn't take his mind off Taehyung.

Taehyung's peculiar actions were starting to make sense. Earlier today when he came over he was very protective of Jungkook seeing what he was doing on his phone. He also wasn't answering Jimin's calls or Jungkook's messages.

Jungkook barely made it upstairs. He collapsed on his bed and starting zoning out. His brown hair stuck to his face because he was drenched in sweat. He felt disgusting and wanted to take another shower. Today had been a long day.

Jimin was no better. He was a little embarrassed that he had to use lighter bowling balls, but that wasn't what was on his mind at the moment. He couldn't stop thinking about Jin Yung.

Jimin took a hot steamy shower. He didn't even wash himself he just stood there with his head down while the shower sprinkled water over his grayish colored hair.

That's when he heard it.

His phone started to buzz. Jimin didn't want to answer it. His thoughts were clouding over his mind. He just wasn't in the mood.

The phone stopped ringing. It automatically went to his voicemail. Whoever was calling was leaving a message.

Jiminnie,

Right away, Jimin knew who it was. He recognized their voice instantly and the way they sounded exhausted.

Jin Yung.

Jimin slowly turned off the shower. He wrapped a warm towel around his waist with one hand and tousled his hair with the other. He wanted Jin Yung to call him but he also dreaded it at the same time.

The voicemail ended. Jimin dried his hands and picked up his phone, which started to buzz again. He swiped the screen and accepted the call.

"Jimin?"

Jimin didn't say anything. Her voice was too much to handle. He wanted to cry but held it in.

"Hello? Jimin? Are you there?"

Jimin wanted to say something, but no words would pour from his mouth. He wanted to see Jin Yung again. Just once, even if it was just for a minute.

Jimin carefully set his phone down and buried his face in his damp hands. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to burst out in tears and let Jin Yung know how he felt.

But he couldn't burden her with his own problems.

"Whoever picked up, can you please let Jimin know that I miss him." She sighed. "Tell him that I would like to Skype him, tell him I want to see him again- that I want to see his face just once. And if that's too much for you to do-" There was a pause. Jin Yung spoke again. Her voice voice was trembling "Then please tell Jimin that I love him. Thank you."

Click, Jin Yung hung up. Jimin's hands started to shake. And not because it was cold.

He looked up. The first thing he saw was his reflection in the mirror. His face was all red and puffy. He was still half naked.

Jimin felt dizzy, so he sat on the tiled floor of the bathroom. He leaned against the bathtub, a shiver crawling down his back. He folded his arms on his knees and laid his head on it.

A tear rolled down his cheek.