BLIND DATE. ❪ PJM + JJK ❫

thirty

it had definitely felt like a cry-himself-to-sleep sort of night.

turned out, jimin had been too tired for that. sure, he'd cried softly in the backseat of the taxi, feeling like the biggest idiot on the planet for ever expecting anything. even the driver had turned up the radio uncomfortably. but as soon as he'd stepped into his house, he'd promptly crashed on the couchㅡhadn't even made it to his bed. he'd been that exhausted.

waking up the day after an emotional disaster and not having red, puffy eyes that couldn't see a foot ahead of himㅡit was new. jimin liked it.

he straightened from the couch, stretching. there was a nasty taste in his mouth, and he was absolutely starving. only now, he realized that he hadn't eaten a thing for dinner the previous night.

he looked down at himself. he was still clad in jeansㅡhe hastily removed his jacket on realizing that he hadn't even taken that off. jimin then fished his phone out from his pocket and set it on the table in front of him.

he stared at it uneasily.

it was the self-pitying, the over-thinking, and of course the wretched wailing, that took away jimin's ability to make rational decisions. right now, cried-himself-to-sleep jimin would have been settling back into the plush sofa and sniveling about his unjust misfortune. might've even stayed there for the rest of eternity.

but no. now, he was a new and improved jimin. new and improved jimin did not snivel. new and improved jimin did not stay.

but most importantly, new and improved jimin did not expect things. he made them happen.

ten minutes later found jimin dressed comfortably in sweatpants and an old white t-shirt, spoon jammed in his mouth, bowl of cereal resting in his lap, and phone gripped tensely in one hand. he spooned up another mouthful and finally pushed the bowl away.

jimin stared down at his phone, open on a list of people he'd messaged. he scrolled past jeongguk and stopped.

WARMJOONS.

it was simpleㅡjimin wanted to know what had happened, and if jeongguk wouldn't tell him, then he wouldn't expect him to. he'd just have to make it happen himself.

and yet.

"why the hell am i nervous?" he murmured to himself incredulously. namjoon was the one who should be nervous, he'd been the one to stand him up, after all!

he shook his head. just do it, he urged himself. do it, as the new and improved jimin.

and he did. he tapped on the chat. and then he exited it.

before he could stop himself, jimin found himself swiping upwards and tapping on jeongguk's username, as approximately fifty different voices in his head screamed in protest. i have to! he struggled to justify to them, he told me not to message any of them without telling him first, i have to!

that doesn't even apply any more! we hate him now, remember?!

JIMBLES
hello

goddammit. goddammit! what was he doing?

JIMBLES
i know you dont want to talk to me right now; if ever, even; but i was wondering if i could ask namjoon about yesterday

JIMBLES
if thats okay by you

JIMBLES
ill give you five minutes to reply