The Package || Jinkook

Chapter 13

An incessant noise rings out through Jungkook's phone and his heart races. He jumps out of bed and runs across the room to where his phone is. Grabbing his phone, he turns quickly to face the bed and trips over a bag in front of him. His curses will the room as he falls onto the bed and hits his forehead on something hard.

"Damn it, Jungkook!" a feminine voice cries out. Jungkook pushes himself off the bed and backs away slowly, as if he's just seen a ghost. 

"What are you doing in my room?" He questions, covering his bare chest.

Why do I keep getting myself into situations where I'm shirtless?

"You're room? Does your room have pink walls Jungkook?" His eyes shoot to the walls wildly, moving from the left, to the right, behind him, and in front of him. The walls are pastel pink, the color of Jin's hair, and the bedding on the mattress is a ruffled mint green. 

"Am I... am I in your room Whee In?" 

Jungkook's phone rings again but he ignores it. 

"Yeah. You don't remember coming over? We skipped school. Spent the whole day here. Drank a bit. And did some other stuff." 

"Are... are you serious?" Jungkook notices that Whee In has purple lipstick smudges across her cheek and her mascara is smeared on the corner of her eye. 

"WAIT! DID WE?" 

"Oh God no! Really Jungkook! You did my makeup! You're incredible at it. I bet it's messed up now." Whee In hops out of bed with a smile and saunters over to her vanity, leaning against it and checking out her soiled makeup.

"Welp, at least I got selfies. Wait till I post them. Everyones gonna want their makeup done by you! You made my eyes look so open. Why didn't you tell anyone you were so good?"

"Well... I didn't think I was. But please don't tell anyone. I can't believe I even told you. I must have gotten really drunk." Jungkook shakes his head and runs his hand nervously through his hair.

"Why wouldn't I tell anyone? I mean, it's just makeup. It's not like you wear it. That would be weird." Jungkook bit his lip and his eyes got watery. 

"Like... do you think Jimin wears makeup? I heard that he came out in class B."

"There's nothing wrong with a guy wearing makeup! Kpop idols do it all the time. And there's nothing wrong with being gay."  Jungkook snaps. Whee In is taken aback, then suddenly offended.

"How could you think that? What? Are you gay? Do you wear makeup? Or are you just defending that guy?"

"That guy is my best friend! I don't understand why you're talking about him like that.

"Jungkook... Are you gay?" The young man shrinks, cowering into himself and turning into a boy. 

"No Whee In. I'm just defending my friend. There's nothing wrong with being gay. He has a right to be proud." His answer is weak, unsure, but Whee In lets it go. 

Jungkook's phone rings again. The screen reads "Kim Seokjin".

"Damn it" he whispers under his breath. The call drops before he can answer it and he sees that he has twenty missed calls from Jin and thirty four missed calls from Yoongi. A staggering few from everyone else he could possibly know. 

He dials Jin instinctly and holds the phone fearfully up to his ear. He watches Whee In remove her makeup as Jin's voice rings in his ear. 

"Jungkook! Where are you? Are you alright? You've worried us! The boys said that you weren't feeling well and wanted to go home. Are you feeling better? Are you sick? Did you stay over at a friends house?"

"Jin, relax I-"

"You should have come to me" Jungkook freezes. His words hit Jungkook like a ton of bricks but he knows it doesn't mean anything.

Jin has always been the person that Jungkook confides in, even more so than his friends. He can't remember a time when he didn't go to Jin for something, but this time, he was the cause of the problem.

His deep brown eyes, his soft skin, his fawn innocence. The way he blushes and gets nervous when Jungkook says something blunt, how much he trusts Jungkook with his deepest secret, the amazing food he cooks... 

"I will. Right now. I'll be there soon."

*Another short one, I'm sorry.