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Jungcock's POV
"Hi! You've reached Jimin's voicemail. Please call back later or if you're desperate leave a message after the beeeeeeep. HAHAHA."
"Ummm... Hi Jimin. Please pick up. I-I need to talk to you. Please. I'm sorry. Just pick up the phone you don't even have to respond. Just listen. I miss you. I'm sorry."
My right thumb shakily presses the end call button, and I can't tell if the slipperiness of my screen is caused by the rain or my tears.
My clothes are soaked, my hair is dripping, and Jimin took our black umbrella. The bus stop bench is my shelter from the pouring rain as I wait for the 9:15 bus. My black sneakers slosh in the rain and my black ripped jeans itch from the dampness. The stripped t-shirt V gave me sticks to my skin as I shiver in the cold. Car lights flash down the streets of Seoul and Jimin still won't pick up the phone.
"Hi! You've reached Jimin's voicemail. Please call back later or if you're desperate leave a message after the beeeeeeep. HAHAHA."
"Hi! You've reached Jimin's voicemail. Please call back later or if you're desperate leave a message after the beeeeeeep. HAHAHA."
"Hi! You've reached Jimin's voicemail. Please call back later or if you're desperate leave a message after the beeeeeeep. HAHAHA."
"Jungkook stop." I hear heavy panting over the phone and rain fall hard in the background. "Stop calling. Leave me the fuck alone."
He ends the call and I sit on the bench gripping the seat with both hands. I stuff the phone in my pocket and begin to walk away. Forget the bus. I'm done with this shit. I walk in the rain. I pass the park. The SevenEleven on the corner. The tall buildings. The bath house. Then stop. I stand in front of a tall apartment complex and press the doorbell to apartment 613. It's Jungkook I say into the speaker and three minutes later he opens the door.
