burn || yoonkook [completed]

32 - over the phone

It's Christmas Eve here in AUS, so merry Christmas and happy holidays to all of you!! 🎄🎉

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Third persons POV

Jungkook's heart raced as he read over the name that popped up on his screen.

'My Yoongi~" 

It didn't seem real.

He let the phone ring.

Once.

Twice.

He didn't want to look desperate, like he had been waiting the whole week for Yoongi to call (even though that's exactly what he had been doing).

Three times.

He finally picked up, after the fourth and final ring.

"H-hello?" He spoke, his voice croaked out, still heavy with sleep. The other side was silent for a bit. Then he heard a sniffle. And then a sob.

"Jungkook?" The voice, Yoongi, spoke out in a whisper. He was crying. Why was he crying?

"Yoongi? I... Are you ok?" He asked. It felt awkward. He didn't know what to say.

"Yes I'm... It's mum." He answered. Jungkook swallowed hard, his throat went dry and hie could feel his heart beating in his ears.

He prepared for the worst.

"She woke up." Yoongi said, he sounded breathless like he had just run a marathon. "She... The surgery was a success. She survived."

Jungkook couldn't say much. Actually, he couldn't really say anything. This was good. This was amazing.

But he was so confused. He was still upset from the incident in their apartment, yet he was conflicted with this feeling of relief. Mrs Min was ok, she made it.

Now he felt like crying.

"Jungkook?" Yoongi spoke. "Are you there?"

"I'm glad..." He begun, swallowing the ensuing lump in his throat. "I'm so happy she's ok. But why Yoongi? Why did you call me. Why not Jin, or Hoseok, or Namjoon?"

"Jungkook-"

"Why me? After all the times you didn't answer, why would you choose me now?" Jungkook replied, his voice riddled with anger and confusion, and his face wet with new tears.

Looks like he still had some left after all.

"Because..." Yoongi sighed. Then there was silence. A short, sad silence.

"Jungkook. I chose to call you, because you deserve to know. You were always going to be the first to know, because... Because you were the first to hold me when I was hurting. The first to talk to me when I thought I had no one else. The first to comfort me when I felt the most alone in this world."

"Yoongi I-"

"I chose you, Jungkook, because I have always chosen you."

Jungkook was speechless. He couldn't respond. He couldn't process the words he had just heard, even though they were what he had been yearning to hear ever since he walked out of their apartment.

"Hello? Are you-"

"You... You hurt me Yoongi." Jungkook cut him off, and Yoongi sharply inhaled.

That was all Jungkook could say. It was the truth, the truth he wished he could forget. If he could, he would run and hug and kiss Yoongi, and act like nothing had happened between them. But that was a fantasy. This wasn't something he could forget.

"I know..."

Yoongi sounded defeated. Jungkook was too.

No one dared to talk. Jungkook sat, hugging his knees with one hand, and pressing the phone to his ear with the other. He had stopped crying now, it was feeling of anger that riddled his body now. Anger at what Yoongi had done to him. And anger that only now did he choose to call.

He heard Yoongi sigh, deeply, and then, Yoongi broke their short silence.

"The reason I called, wasn't just to tell you... I mean, it was, but... I wanted to tell you in person. I thought you wouldn't talk to me though so I... Thanks for giving me a chance." Yoongi whispered, and Jungkook sniffled, wiping a stray tear off his cheek.

"I just wanted you to know... I'm so sorry Jungkook. I'm so so so sorry. I can't even explain how sorry I am."

"Ok..." Jungkook felt angry. It wasn't that easy.

"I know that 'sorry' isn't enough. It won't ever be enough. But right now it's all I have." Yoongi said, sadly. "I know I am in no way entitled to ask you to do anything for me, but you mean so much to me... I couldn't ask anyone else."

"What do you-"

"I'm here, Jungkook. I'm outside. I came- I wanted to ask you to come to the hospital with me. I can't do it alone and I..."

He stopped and sighed.

"I want you to be the one there with me, when I see her." Yoongi finished, and let out a shaky breath.

Jungkook didn't respond. He didn't say a word back. He hung up the phone, and put it on the coffee table beside him.

He took off his pyjama pants, and pulled on a pair of jeans. He shuffled into a pair of his worn converse shoes, and took a deep breath in.

He walked to the front door, and put a shaky hand on the doorknob. He twisted it, slowly, until the door opened with a click. His heart beat and his stomach did flips.

Because standing there, at the bottom of the stairs to Jin's small apartment, in a hoodie and gym shorts, with messy, grey hair and teary eyes, was the person he loved the most in this world.

Min Yoongi.

"Ok. I'll go" He spoke, his words only just loud enough for Yoongi to hear.

And then Yoongi, his Yoongi, began to cry.

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Authors note:

Wait, what's this? 2 updates in less than 4 days???

This must be a record!!

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! It's kinda sad, I know. But I want to try to make things as realistic as possible ya feel??

Thanks so much for reading, and i said there was 2 chapters left last time but honestly there could be anywhere from 2 to 5 left it depends how much detail I give hahahaaahahahahah....

I'm a mess.

Love you all!

- B xx