The doorbell rings loudly and you immediately open it, only to see a smiling Jimin. As soon as your parents left you texted Jimin to hangout. The hideout was being cleaned up completely with the workers which you and Jimin paid for.
Jimin enters and takes his coat off. He looks around in search of the maid to take the coat and hang it. But instead you take it and he stares at you weirdly.
" Maids are off work. "
He nods understanding and goes and sits on the couch as you go keep the coat. You sweetly hum your favorite song and you place it on the hook. You were about to turm around and walk away but stopped when you motice something.
Curiousity fills in your mind and you take the small box of the coat's pocket. A box of cigrettes.
" Just don't smoke in front of me please. Makes me want to do it too. "
" I don't like other smoking too, Y/N. "
The missing pack of cigrettes went missing after the decorating the hideout.
You sigh deeply as rage boils in you and you stomp towards Jimin. You finally know the person who was the reason why you were so irritated and had headaches since a week.
Jimin looks up at you with a smile but it soon drops when he notices the pack you were holding and the facial expression which screamed that he was busted.
" Y/N, let me ex — "
" No, Jimin! You know how hard it is for people like us to get privacy. There are paparazzi litreally everywhere and it is so hard to buy cigrettes without being caught! I had headaches and I was so fucking annoyed for a complete week! "
" Why would you even steal it away from me!? "
Jimin being the short tempered guy he is snapped at you, " Because I fucking care, Y/N. " He roared but you didn't flinch.
You both argued back and forth not wanting to give each other the last word but eventually Jimin got fed up and left after yelling,
" Fine, don't bother me now! "
Your jaw drops as you stare at the door. You head starts hurting. Your grip it and fall on your knees as you sob loudly.
Your chest felt suffocated and so did his. The pain bought tears in both's eyes. Both mumbled shut up to themselves to stop crying.
But you both knew how to manage the pain. You had cigrettes which you hadn't used since a week and he had his hoes which he hadn't used since weeks.
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Y/N
1.36 AM
I am sorry.
Seen
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A/N - Sorry for updating sooo soon. I didn't want to keep you guys waiting for a longer chapter. So imma publish it on this Tuesday :)
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