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I'LL WAIT FOR YOU

[in which jin is heartbroken and lovestruck]

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[PART ONE]

jin blinked again as his hand trembled, his finger hovering over the small phone symbol representing a call that sat beside "namjoonie💕" on his phone screen.

he swallowed, squinting at the bluish sharpness of the phone that burnt the image into his mind, debating back and forth like a tennis game as to whether he should call.

he sighed.

he sighed again.

and hit the small arrow indicating "go back to contacts".

also symbolising his defeat. his retreat. another failure. another day where he lacked the courage to face his reality.

flicking through his recent messages to "hoseokie🤮", he bit back a sigh as he swiftly slid his fingers across the screen, his heart aching.

got crush issues<

the reply was immediate.

>hyung :( that's the third time this month... want me to come over?

grinning sadly at the quick response, jin typed back;

ik, i'm sorry, i'm trying
if you're free..?<

>it's okay, don't apologise

>i am, it's your lucky day🌞 see you soon, hyung

thank you hobi, ily 💗<

he clicked his phone off, viewing himself in his black mirror of the screen, trying to hold back tears.

***

it had been 50 minutes and there was still no sign of hobi... despite him being in a café only 15 minutes away.

he groaned, an ironic sense of emptiness filling the crevices in his heart, as he hugged his Mario plushie deeper into his chest. he hated himself, for being a baby, for being in love with namjoon, for being so head over heels that it tore him apart everyday.

"for fuck's sake, jin," he whispered helplessly, "what's wrong with you?"

he hated feeling like this. he hated the feeling of his emotions controlling him rather than the other way around, and he hated that he couldn't stop it from happening.

deciding that hobi wasn't coming, he turned onto his side, closing his eyes in an attempt to take a nap.

unfortunately, he didn't hear the door open.

in fact, he became aware of another person's presence in the room with him only when he felt their weight sink into his soft mattress.

"jin hyung," the voice muttered, "can i sleep with you tonight?"

jin only whispered a reply, knowing if he spoke further his voice would crack, and he didn't want to emit any emotion to his fellow band members.

"okay, jungkook." he turned further into his bed, "why, though?"