BTS One Shots

2 PM | Jimin

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pairing: jimin x reader
genre: angst, fluff
warnings: none
word count: 1.8k

Long-distance relationships are hard.

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With a sigh, you swing the door to your apartment open. It was dark- and cold, at that.

The couch looks the same as you left it a week ago, and the one banana you accidentally left in the fruit basket has gone brown. There's a layer of dust covering the coffee table and the kitchen counter, and there's a musky smell in the air. Left with the choice to either open every single window or crank up the thermostat, you opt for the former. With your shoulders hanging low, you trudge through the apartment, opening every window you find in your path.

Shivering from the cool breeze drifting in from outside, you leave your backpack and suitcase in the middle of the living room, not really feeling up to the task of unpacking your luggage just yet. Your mind is running in all directions and, finally, you switch on the lights, then go over to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. Absently, you walk over to the fridge and open it, just standing and staring at its contents.

You feel... empty.

Your mind feels numb, your emotions drained. It's as if you're coming down from a week-long adrenaline high, as if everything you'd experienced the past week is about to be balanced out by a whole lot of nothing at all. Rubbing your eyes, you sigh and shake your head, though your eyes still can't really focus on anything when you open them back up. The air from the fridge is cold against your legs, but you can't even get yourself to close it. It feels like you're just too tired to do anything.

Your phone rings and you jump at the sudden sound of Sope's rendition of 'Otsukare', which Hoseok had once installed as a joke, and you take your phone out of your pocket.

Your heart skips a beat upon seeing who was actually calling, his contact name – Jiminie, with a cat and a heart emoji – and his picture making your heart clench.

Before you can start doubting if you're in a state to answer the call, you quickly swipe to accept it, putting the phone up to your ear.

"Hey," you say, somehow talking through the enormous lump in your throat.

"Hey," Jimin returns. You can practically hear his smile, even if it's only through this one single word. "You got home okay? How was your flight?"

You clear your throat, taking a sip of water, trying to get rid of the damn lump. It's somehow growing bigger still at the sound of his voice and it's making it hard to speak. "Long," you reply, hoping your voice won't break if you'll just give really short answers. Even so, you're speaking so softly he can probably hear right through you. "But I'm home now."

He pauses for a second. "What time is it over there?"

You look at the clock hanging on your wall, letting out a sigh and closing your eyes. Is there really this much day left? "2 PM."

"Need help staying awake?"

You smile, quickly wiping your cheek when you feel something wet roll down it. You start to nod, but immediately realise he can't see you – which only causes another drop to escape the corner of your eye. "Yeah," you whisper, looking up at the ceiling and blinking aggressively. You take another sip of water, but it doesn't help. In through your nose, out through your mouth.

Doesn't help.

"Hold on, I'll go into video mode."

"No, don't," you quickly say, your voice creaky and your eyes stinging. Your breathing is starting to grow uneven and there's a sniff you can't stop.