A Permanent Hug From You | Min Suga Fanfic

Chapter Nineteen

Author's Notes:

It took a while, and not exactly one of my bests. But I can assure that the next one will be even better. Thank you so much to everyone for the full support. It really warms my heart to know that someone is actually reading my work, and actually enjoying them. 

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19. Green

"Do you remember Jungkook?"

Yoongi's brows furrowed, trying to mask up his hurtful expression underneath his usual stoic one. "Kinda rings a bell... Hm... Jungkook... Is he that kid who follows your brother around like a puppy? The one who brought you to the amusement park, such a cliche thing to do by the way, and the one with big ass eyes that makes him look lost most of the time?"

Jumi blinked a couple of times, trying to sink in all of the information that left the male's lips. "Uh... Yeah... Sure..."

"Yeah, I remember him. Why, what's up with him?"

She took a deep breath, straightening her back as she swallowed the lump in her throat.

"Jungkook... He asked me to be his girlfriend..."

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He was sitting alone in the library; on the floor, slumped against a bookshelf in one of the more empty aisles. Smartphone in hand - a pink cover with a Mario sticker on the very center. Seokjin hid his face into his hands as he imagined all the different ways this could come to be; figuring them out in his head with a strange sort of calmness.

His heart thudding against his chest - with the silence that surrounded him in the room, it left it to be the only soundtrack playing around him.

And before he realized it, he was crying. It wasn't even the good, pleasant kind of cry either.

The constant tears streamed down his face at a pace he couldn't begin to imagine; almost as if it was all fake and just an exaggeration, but the taste was like the genuine article; licking saltiness and all that crap. And that was how Kim Namjoon found him.

"Jin hyung...?" 

Seokjin sniffled a little too loudly before he looked up, ashamed and embarrassed, only to lock eyes with male's. It was wide and round, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, and then his mouth opened into a delicate little o-shape.

"H-Hyung... are you okay?" Namjoon leaned forward, one hand with three books clutched to his chest and one hand on the side of the shelf. Seokjin looked away, trying to hide his blotchy and messy face.

"It's nothing. Just... get whatever you want and just... leave me alone." Seokjin uttered, feeling his throat strained from the effort to just stop being such a crybaby. He waited for the footsteps to fill his ears, and a shadow to cast over him for a split second but when he looked to the side, Namjoon didn't move an inch. 

Through his blurry vision, Seokjin could see that he was gripping the books painfully tight, unsure of what to do. 

"What are you still doing here-"