Kumamon • y.m

-12-

third person

"Passengers, please standby."

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Jimin sat on his bed, squinting his eyes in disappointment as he called his loved hyung for the sixty-forth time. "Why the heck is he not answering?" He muttered under his breath, ruffling his hair in great frustration.

Maybe he's still upset about the fireworks show?

He had no idea why Yoongi's not answering his calls, which made him sad. Yoongi would never miss a single call from Jimin. Except when he had an illness before.

Jimin sighed, and stood up, and gave up on dialling the older's number. He threw his phone on the bed and went downstairs to eat the cold breakfast his cousin made for him.

He went outside his room quick, that he didn't even notice the notification that lit up his locked phone.

"I hate you."

"Who? Me?"

"No, not you dumbass."

The pink-haired male plopped himself on the cozy couch, still wondering why his bestfriend is ignoring him. He sighed for the nth time, frowning as he felt himself miss the older's presence and cuddles.

"Jimin, maybe he's just busy."

Jimin's frown got even straighter with Jungkook's words, "Yeah, busy with his job at weekends?"

The younger sighed and pouted ever so slightly, carefully handing Jimin a bowl of beef noodles he cooked. "Fine. Suit yourself, but you have to atleast eat something."

"Okay. Just, don't... whatever." He snapped back, ate the noodles slowly, and continued to stare at his phone like his life depended on it. He noticed thay single message he recieved a couple of minutes ago.

And it said "sorry".

His eyes widened at the sight, frantically scrolling up for new messages, but Yoongi just sent one message for him. Jimin tried replying Whats and Whys, but nothing came out from his notification.

And that made him hate Yoongi, childlishly, even more.

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"Please turn your cellphones off."

He wiped a tear, again. And again. Until he finally gave in, using his cap he covered his face and cried silently, ignoring the whole situation he was in.

He just wanted Jimin.

And he was never beside him.

"Sir, please turn off your phone."

He just nodded, and looked at his phone, one last time, before turning it off.

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"I'm bored."

"That's because you're sinking yourself in despair you asshole."

"Hey I'm older than you!"

"Don't give a fuck."

Jungkook made a face to his hyung and returned to his book, which is actually Taehyung's. "What are you reading?"

"Nothing."

Out of curiosity, Jimin snatched the book from his cousin's hands and smirked when he saw what Jungkook has been actually reading for the whole day. "Signs a person will leave?"

"I hate Taehyung."

"He went out for a vacation, Jungkook."

"He could've just went with me."

"At least you know where he's going."

Jimin sighed, and read the book just to bail himself from boredness.

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Spending time with people who they are close with.
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F

or two weeks Yoongi and Jimin did nothing but cuddle, stroll at the park, buy Kumamon and Pikachu stuffs, pick each other at work and tease a lot.

That was justifiable, though, because they were mutual bestfriends.

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Giving stuff to people who they are close with.
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Jimin's room is now full of his beloved character Pikachu, and even Kumamon merchandises, it even looked like he was back at being a childish fan of anime. He even had a box at his room with Yoongi's oversized hoodies and jackets, his hyung giving it to him when he's fetched from work and shivering because of the cold weather.

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The person's house is slowly getting empty.
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When they went to Yoongi's house after the 'throwing' incident, Jimin thought that his house was surprisingly clean, not like before, as if his hyung's stuffs are now stacked at one room, even the walls of the older's room are empty.

But the big Kumamon stuff toy remained at his bed.

"Why are you staring at the book like that? You got starstrucked or something?"

"J-jungkook."

He was so dumb he didn't notice it.

"Jungkook!"

"What?!"

He was real stupid to not sense it.

"I-I..."

And without a word he rushed to the door, running outside without a coat on, barefooted, not minding the snow greeting him at every step.

He ran to Yoongi's house.

He ran senseless, and in a minute he made it to his hyung's humble home, with the gates left open as if the owner is expecting him, even the front door is open.

"Hyung?"

With shaky hands and quivering lips he entered the cold building, feeling warmth at Yoongi's scent that engulfed the whole surrounding.

"Y-yoongi?"

Jimin entered Yoongi's room, tears very close to falling from his eyes, and when he stepped in he felt immediately cold.

He almost forgot everything when he saw the empty bed and closet.

There were none, except for the Kumamon stuff toy they bought at the mall months ago, and a post-it attached to it's ears.

Jimin fell to his knees, and began crying like a lost child, his sobs breaking the silence. He held the white note and read the elegant cursives again and again, eventually hugging his hyung's stuff toy that, fortunately, smells like vanilla and strawberry. Jimin's favorite scent. Yoongi's fragrance.

The stuff toy reminded him of Yoongi, and he missed him more at every minute.

But Yoongi, he was never there.

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sorry. i love you, jimin.
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Lab'ya all guys, btw, sorry for the errors, and the lame 'signs a person is leaving' chuchu.