❝Bathroom Talks❞ m.yg x p.jm [eng trans]

8

The unexpected noise of my ringtone leaving a considerable echo caused by the way the restroom was built made me wince a bit before I left the boys bathroom holding my phone in my hand and accepted the call without looking at the display.
"Hello?"
"Jimin-ah!"
I'd recognize this deep and still very boish voice among thousand voices. At this time I got packed by my remorse when I just noticed that I've left him sitting in the cafeteria all alone yesterday as well after my trip to the restroom. This miserable and also more than eligible feeling got solidified now when he came to that topic without hesitation.
"Yah! Why didn't you come yesterday? I was worrying!", it sounded from the speaker. I hesitated before I answered as credible as possible.
"I...I didn't feel that well, I've been at the infirmary and apparently I had forgotten to tell you", I said and screwed up my eyes nervously, I've never been a good liar, I had proofed this to Jungkook already more than once, more or less volunteering.
"Oh... feel better, Hyung!"
Relieved I let out my breath hardly audibly, but the load, which should've taken off my heart in such a situation, stayed rooted to the spot at its place.
After all, it was still my best friend I lied to seemingly reasonless.
But this secret, which had just come to me by a quite strange coincidence, seemed to struggle against being published to a third person with all possible ways and obviously it had a good knowledge about the human mind.
Additionally, I had to admit that for the first time I didn't feel like sharing my newly gotten secret with my best friend.
This time it also didn't seem to be something begging for Jungkook being brought into the loop in aim to get solved completely, like the other times. Because even if Jungkook was far away of hasty judging, this was something being above his horizon, in my opinion.
Because, let's be honest, having conversations on a cabin's wall in a restroom with an anonymous person whose gender wasn't even certain - who would not judge directly such a strange situation?
"Jimin-ah? Are you still there?", Jungkook's voice got me back from the fog in my thoughts getting more and more dense.
"Yeah", I answered fastly in aim not to get more suspicious.
"Are you still in school?"
"Yes."
"Let's have lunch, we haven't been hanging out together for long.
I'm gonna wait for you at the school's gate."
"But I have still-", but before I could tell him one of my many concocted excuses in aim to crawl away into my room he has already hang up. Kiddingly I rolled my eyes and got on my way to my best friend.
Meanwhile he knew how to move me to a fairly social acting.
Additionally a bit distraction would not harm me, since I have let everything roll past me the last days.

Next day

Oppositely to yesterday I stormed out of the classroom hardly two seconds after the school bell. I had already packed together my stuff some minutes before end of school due to my wise foreknowledge. Impatiently I stormed as same excited into the boys bathroom, ignoring the frightened faces of the other students, just as their presence, when I entered the cabin, that had gained specialty for me, without hesitatio before I locked the door.
The half night I've been thinking about if the person with the strange but still so magical words understood the hint with the fencepost, if he or she knew what I've driven at.
It might seem egoistic, but the strange thirst to these words waking up such special and unknown feelings in me was so insatiable that I sometimes thought it made me be sick.
But when I looked at this certain spot on the wall, which was ornamented by a new text written in tidy lines following under each other despite absent template, I didn't know wether the sudden feeling of an enjoyable, almost bordering to happiness, satisfy was part of my foggy mind or of reality.
But the feeling wrapping more around me by reading a further line was more real than any tear being more true than any truth. It was pure pain caused by bare words, which drilled themselves into my heart with the words' sharp pients and the perfect polished senteces' blades.

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AGAIN, to the ones who didn't get it, this is jonginary's story, she wrote it and I translated it from German into English, don't confuse that please :)
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