disappointment town / jjk

fifteen

"jungkook lied to you, jiseo." the police officer, namjoon's words echo in her head. all she hears at the moment is that sentence, repeating and repeating like a mantra. she knows it's pathetic of her to be so upset about it. it's embarrassing, really, but she just can't help it.

"jiseo," yoongi's voice brings her out of the train of thoughts. the boy places a hand on jiseo's shoulder, wearing a worried expression as he stares at her. "are you okay?"

"what— yeah," jiseo says. "never been better, why?"

"you just seem off today, that's all," yoongi shrugs.

"nah, i'm all good," she insists even though yoongi directs a skeptical look towards her. they're walking on the campus right now, both of their lectures have ended and they've met up, chatting and telling each other things about their day. there are other students hustling around the area, bustling into or out the building. some are greeting or talking to their friends while newcomers stand awkwardly out of place.

the monotone chatter of a variety of voices, the sound of nature and vehicles driving past the college outside merge together like an orchestra. yoongi and jiseo continue walking, yoongi proceeds to talk about something that jiseo doesn't really pay attention to.

just then, she feels her phone vibrating in her pocket, she takes it out to see who's calling her.

jungkook is calling . . .
answer decline

an unexplainable amount of different emotions suddenly rush through her whole body. she feels the hesitation welling up inside her and jiseo wishes the ground could swallow her as she stares at the contact name, the dilemma crushing her. the grip on her phone tightens as she drowns out any other sound that isn't the vibration of her silenced phone.

"jiseo, you're spacing out again," yoongi yet again places his hand on her shoulder, shaking her out of the land of thoughts. jiseo looks up immediately, pressing her phone to stop the vibration.

she hits decline.

"you're worrying me," yoongi continues. jiseo doesn't reply.

there's a moment of silence, in which the two stare at each other and then, yoongi speaks. "it's jungkook, isn't it?"

this is when jiseo freezes in an instance, eyes enlarging into saucers as she processes what the male had said. maybe he's just joking, yeah, he's just— yoongi snatches her phone out of her hands.

"i'm not stupid, jiseo. i saw that message he sent to you when we were at your workplace," the male frowns. "i tried to convince myself that it was just a coincidence— but i guess that bizarre look on your face right now really proves that i'm nowhere near wrong."

"and just now— you were staring at your phone like it was some kind of life crisis, i don't know why— but i'm pretty sure i saw the name jungkook on it too."

"yoongi," jiseo deadpans.

"i'm calling the police," yoongi says, voice stern and jiseo furrows her eyebrows. "i can't believe you even have his fucking phone number, this is ridiculous!" the look of irate starts to develop on the facial features of the male as he takes out his own phone. the conversation between him and jiseo a few moments ago has long been disregarded and forgotten.