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(((((: did you miss me
i would suggest skimming through the previous chapter before reading this bc there are some specifics here n there that you probably wont remember after this 3 month wait (im so sorry!!!!!!) BUT thats up to you! feel free to jump right into this 5.4k shitfest && ive missed u guys a lot ok :(
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the first thing jeongguk did was laugh.
it was a short, pathetic laugh that was clearly forced, barely succeeding in masking the shock he wanted to hide so badly. what he'd been aiming at was a casual, uncaring laughㅡnot this tiny, frightened one.
but jeongguk was shrinking smaller and smaller into his seat, wanting nothing more than to fold into himself and into non-existence; and he was so, very scared.
because jimin had said his name.
because somehow, jimin knew.
and it was the 'somehow' that jeongguk feared so muchㅡbecause he had absolutely no fucking idea how she could have figured it out. it was too much for him to take in in too little time, bringing shrill, blaring alarms to life in his head, that begged him to get out of there, to run, run, jeon! running was his first mental instinct to anything that mildly frightened him. he was good at it, after all.
but not today. instead, he willed himself to try something different, something he wasn't all that good atㅡreasoning. christ's sake, hadn't things been going completely smoothly until she'd dropped the name bomb out of thin air? what had gone wrong? how? reason, jeon, reason!
i don't know! jeongguk internally screamed. the alarms dimmed and a wave of the fakest sort of calm took over him. iㅡi don't know...
more than anything else, jeongguk hated not knowing things. things he didn't knowㅡscared him.
and god, how much jeongguk wanted to run.
it was then that a airy chuckle sounded from the opposite side of the table, confident and clear. jeongguk dug his fingernails into the edge of the table and swallowed, throat too dry to produce anything remotely close to such a vibrant sound.
so he closed his mouth and waited, head pounding and palms sweating.
there was a long, painful silence.
"is that it?" jimin finally spoke, disbelief clear in her tone. "we both just laugh and that's that? you're joking, right?"
jeongguk wanted to shake his head in answer, didn't want to have to use his failing vocal chords. but he couldn'tㅡsilently, he cursed the dark.
