*this is one of the most hilarious chapters I've written.* keep that in mind!
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Coming out
For the past few days, not only you but a lot of other people, have noticed that Jimin is really not himself lately. And that could mean anything, but seriously. He's barely smiling anymore, hasn't even spoke to you for ages which is at the very least concerning because you are his only best friend. And on top of all of that, he keeps distancing himself away from everyone.
You weren't concerned about him after the fifth day. And it was the sixth day today, since he had chosen not to speak to you at all. You were profoundly suspicious and a bit freaked out as well. He was your best friend, you couldn't even remember a time where he wasn't by your side unless for a planned situation. So the fact that he cut all ways with you, was more than worrying.
You felt helpless. And that was incredibly troubling.
• • •
It was Tuesday today, and you forced yourself to go to Jimin's house. Whether you fought the idea or not, it was still an obligation. He was your friend, almost a brother really. So mid-afternoon, you parked your car outside his road, walked up towards his front door and contemplated for a while.
But you eventually pressed the doorbell.
You anxiously shifted your weight from both feet, nibbling onto your bottom lip as you waited for the door to open.
But that didn't happen.
"Jimin—!" You yelled, leaning closer towards the door. "I know you're in there. Open up." You practically roared, banging against the door with the worry that neighbours could be watching you from afar.
And again, he had no response. You moved towards a window and tried peeking through to see any sort of movement or light, which wasn't there. Either he was really good at hiding himself, or just really wasn't home.
"Fine." You groaned, leaning back from the windows and looking upwards for any open windows. "I guess I'll just have to eat this yummy stack of donuts by myself." That should do the trick.
Jimin absolutely loved donuts. He was a fiend to them. And you just had a box of his favourite flavour in your passenger seat, hoping for him to be bribed enough for him to let you in. And just like you had planned, he opened the door for you and walked back to his comfy seat in his bed upstairs. You happily danced across his hallway, taking your shoes off and toddled upwards where you found him buried in his duvet, in the complete darkness.
