A Flower of...Love

12- I Miss You

1336 words

Third Person's POV

Jimin just got home from a long hard day of work, and is ready to sleep and relax for the whole weekend. He took a hot refreshing bath and drank some warm milk, already climbing onto the soft mattress and crawling beneath the warm sheets, slowly relaxing and letting his heavy lids drop and cover his vision completely.

Ring~ Riiiiing~ RRRRIIIIIIIIINNNNNGGG~

Jimin's lids flickered open and groaned at the sound.

It was 11:30pm, and anyone in his or her right mind will not call anyone at this time of day. He cursed under his breath and reached for his phone, which was lying on his bedside table.

Whoever it is I'm going to hang up and go back to sleep, Jimin thought.

But that thought was taken back immediately once he saw the caller ID. It was no other than his friend, Namjoon. Reluctantly, really reluctantly, he forced his short chubby finger on the glowing screen and pressed the green 'receive' button.

Namjoon

"Hey! Jimin! You finally answered!"

Jimin

"Yes, I finally answered. Now why in the world did you call me at this time of the day?"

"What's wrong with calling my friend?"

"Namjoon, it's eleven thirty in the night. Someone is trying to sleep here."

"What? Eleven thirty?! It's only six in the evening. Your clock is broken."

Jimin frowned and glanced outside. It's pitch black. It's definitely night time. He's not going crazy.

"Namjoon, my clock is not broken. You are drunk."

"What? No I'm not. You liar."

Jimin sighed heavily. There's only one reason his friend is drinking.

"Namjoon, which bar are you in?"

"Just the one across the street from my apartment. Are you joining me too? Awesome man!"

"Yes so stay where you are."

Jimin hung up and sighed again. He has to go get Namjoon and bring him back home. Then he will go home immediately. It's not going to take long, right? Jimin threw on the first jacket he found in his closet, grabbed his wallet and phone, and stepped outside into the cold starry night.

The bar Namjoon is in isn't big at all, and Jimin found him within 10 minutes.

"Hey Namjoon, put down that drink, we are leaving." Jimin dragged his drunken friend away from a random man and attempted to snatch the green coloured drink away from him.

"Hey! You just arrived and you are leaving already?! Hmph. Whatever Jimin. I'm staying here by myself. I don't need you to accompany me." Namjoon's grip on his glass tightened and Jimin failed to take his drink away.

Jimin groaned, annoyed that his friend is not listening to him. His Friday night is ruined and he wasn't in the mood to bring a drunk back home. He had to be smart here and persuade Namjoon to go home.

"No Namjoon. You got me wrong. I want to change places. Let's hang out at your place. I don't like crowded places." Jimin put on his sweetest smile and nicest tone, hoping that it would do the trick.

Namjoon blinked repeatedly and hesitated for a moment, but eventually agreed to Jimin's proposal. Jimin placed one of Namjoon's arms over his shoulders and they managed to stumble across a street, ride an elevator and finally arrive at Namjoon's apartment.