Resurfacing The Ice//Jikook

Forget About Me

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Jimin's POV

As Sung and I finish practice up, we head for the house, joking and laughing about the parts we messed up on and the things we should work on. 

"But seriously though, how did you get to be so good?" He asks, standing next to me as I grab some orange juice from the fridge.

I chuckle and take a drink. "I actually have been working on figure skating since I was like 8 so I guess just practice."

"Wow. Well, I've got to tell you, I've never watched someone more inspiring on the ice before." He smiles at me sweetly, and I return the smile. 

30 minutes later he's gone and I'm alone on my bed in my room. I unlock my phone in hopes that Jungkook has texted me back....but of course he hasn't.

It's been 5 days since Fredrick said he had to go back home for a family emergency. I chew on my bottom lip nervously as I call him for the hundredth time, praying that he'll answer me. 

"Hello?" His voice comes through the phone with a grunt.

"J-Jungkook?!" I shout, sitting up as I clasp my phone against my face. 

"Oh! .....Jimin...um....how're you doing?" He asks, his voice sounding kind of uninterested and distant. 

".....what?....." I whisper in disbelief. "Jungkook where the fuck are you?!" I shout as loud as I can. "I've been going crazy these last few days! I haven't heard a single word from you, not one damn thing! You can't even answer my texts? What happened with your family? How have you been? When are you coming back home?"

"Oh..." He says with a sigh. 

"I've really missed you..." I whisper with a lump forming in my throat. ".....I was worried something really bad happened..."

"Yeah...." His voice sounding completely indifferent, which makes the first tear leave my eye.

"...So um...." I take a deep breath in, looking up at the ceiling to keep the tears from coming. "...When are you coming back?..."

"Listen um...." Something in the background clanks and he curses to himself. "I'm kind of busy right now.."

"Can I come see you?" I ask, sobs threatening to leave me. 

"Things are just pretty crazy right now, okay? I'll call you back when I get a moment alright?"

"oh....Um...okay...I-I love you."

"Yeah." He answers with a groan before ending the call. 

Everything goes painfully silent as the line goes dead. My grip loosens until my phone slips from my weak fingers and collapses to the floor. For a solid 5 minutes I look in the mirror, taking in short quick breathes to keep the tears from coming.

"I'm not going to cry.." I tell myself, looking into the mirror as angrily as I can to stop the sadness. "I'm not...going to cry." I repeat, taking in a deep breath through my nose. "I'm...not...." My mind wanders to how angry he sounded just a moment ago...how busy he was....and uninterested. "not....going...." Suddenly I begin to sob. "...to cry..." 

I sit on my bed, holding my phone in my shaking fingers, waiting eagerly for his call. When lunch time passes and evening looms over me he still hasn't called and my stomach groans for attention. 

Laying my phone down on my bed I tuck my knees up to my chest, holding my legs with my trembling arms as I watch the screen hopelessly. 

"Please....answer me Jungkook..." I wipe some more tears from my eyes as I wait. At first it was only an hour....then two....then four....Suddenly it's nine O'clock, and my empty heart is so swollen in grief that I'm no longer hungry.