misunderstood || bts x red velvet

➣ Five

Jungkook tapped his foot impatiently against the planked floor of his and Taehyung's apartment, constantly flickering between his watch and the door for any sign of the boy.

"Where the hell is he?" The brunette complained, and as if on cue, the silver haired boy burst through the door with an annoyed scowl on his face. "Where were you? What did you and Jimin do?"

"Shut it, Jeon." Taehyung snapped. "Jimin's changed and I don't like it. He's playing something again, I can feel it. But two can play at that game."

"What ga-"

"Forget it." The silver boy growled as he turned back to Jungkook, who was now staring at him with an extremely blur expression on his face. "Let's just go. I'm hungry and I want to eat." Taehyung saunters sassily out the front door and closes it behind him before Jungkook can even make it within 2 meters of the door.

He sighed and gripped the handle as his chest tightened once again, just like every other time he interacted with his room mate.

"What do I see in him?"

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Pacing outside her bedroom door, Jimin bit his bottom lip between his perfect white teeth. He was doing that for 20 minutes already, half hoping she would pop out and forgive him and half hoping she would stay in there for the rest of the night. Of course, he only thought about apologising after blowing off his own steam.

Which always takes forever.

You know what?

Screw it.

The blond inhaled deeply and pushed the door open slowly. What he saw was nothing he could've imagined. 

Instead of whipping her head to the door and screaming her ass off at him, instead of running into his arms dramatically and apologising, instead of just standing there, emotionless, expressionless, she was...

Sleeping.

The boy sighed with relief and shut the door softly behind him before stepping quietly towards the girl lying in her neon pink shorts and t-shirt on the grey covers of her bed. The pale orange 6pm sunlight sliced through the thin white curtains that lined the opposite wall. Seulgi was turned towards the window and away from the door.

As Jimin stopped on the other side, he kneeled by the bed and noticed a pen in her hand; near her hand, also lay a notepad. The blond pushed a long brown strand from her peaceful face as he read the messy and rushed cursive:

Dear Mom,

I'm not actually going to give you this. It's just something I want to write. Something I need to get off my chest.

After reading the first bit, the boy's knees began to feel numb, so he sat on the side of the bed. Smiling to himself, he read as she excitedly talked about her arrival. But that quickly disappeared when he read the last two paragraphs. 

So yeah. The breakfast was delicious, but I felt bad for Jimin. After going home, I got a text from Joy, saying she wanted to meet up so I did. He didn't want me to go so he pulled the most adorable pout ever, that almost made me want to stay. But I knew I couldn't ditch Joy so I went anyways. 

But he grabbed my wrist.

And it was the weirdest thing. I felt something. Like a shock that made my heart pound against the walls of my ribs threatening to burst. I don't know what it was, but I've never felt it before.

Anyways, after I came back, Jimin looked upset at something, and I thought that since we've become friends I should ask him what was wrong. I mean it's only right, right? So I did.

And he got mad.

Jimin cringed when he found a hole the size of her pen underneath that line.

Seriously though??? 

All I wanted to do was help. But no. I guess not. Who am I kidding? He probably doesn't like me at all. Just like on the train. I guess I just misunderstood everything.

Love, Seulgi

A punch to the chest. To the heart. Yes, that's what that feeling was. She thought he hated her. 

But he really didn't.

Of course, he didn't love her, and she didn't love him. He knew that, they had just met yesterday. But knowing that she felt like that hurt him. Jimin didn't know why it hurt so much, since they just met.

Oh wait.

He does.

Everything that had ever happened to him came rushing back: high school, Taehyung, and all the trust issues he's ever had. All the misunderstanding he's ever had. Everything that hurt him, was just like this. He knew what it felt like, to get your hopes up, only to have them slapped right back in your face. And it hurt. 

And it hurt him to know that he was doing it to her.

Suddenly, the rustling of sheets sounded in the room, the only sound from the past 10 minutes. Jimin immediately spun around with wide eyes and saw Seulgi's own sleepy eyes boring into his.

"Wanna get a drink?" She whispered with a sleepy grin.