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twenty.

스물

     his headache was killing him and he needed air and maybe a hug. but what he had at the moment was his minion soft toy and a can of chilled red bull. he was sure to get a cold later on but he didn't care. he had had the worst morning one could ever have.

     he had woken up at taehyung's that morning and the taller boy was definitely not in a good mood. jimin asked him a lot of times but he didn't day a word. he was both, upset and angry at jimin. jimin was sorry, very sorry for whatever he had done when he was drunk even though he didn't know what he had done, he had apologized a hundred times but taehyung was not listening. after hours of apologizing, jimin had said, "i can't fix anything until i know what i did. if you won't tell me then fine but you should know i would never want to hurt you. so sorry for whatever i did." he had left after that, his head thumping bad.

     now he was walking around his bedroom, a minion in one had, red bull in another. he was having a fucked up day already. and as he walked around his room, his eyes caught up outside the window, to jungkook who was dressing up in his own room but this time―

     the curtains weren't drawn.

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     a/n: it's a short chapter but it's important in a sense.. idk if you get it *shrugs*