"Would you guys shut up" Jimin laughs from the passenger seat of Hoseok's truck. Rather instantly the arguing over whether shorts are excepted in the winter or not, their eyes wide as they turn to him.
"Why are you so smiley?" Hoseok smirks from the drivers seat, not even backing out of the school parking lot spot yet, "your boyfriend stop being a dick yet?" Taehyung comments, gaining a hit from the oldest.
"No" Jimin narrows his eyes at Taehyung, "actually, maybe just because of that I won't tell you".
"Please tell me Hyung" Taehyung pouts his lips, tugging on Jimin's sleeve childishly, "pleaseeeee".
"Oh my god" Hoseok slams his forehead against the horn. Jimin burst into laughter whilst tugging Taehyung's hands off of him. The kids still left in the parking lot glances over at the three of them weirdly as they enter their own cars, and Taehyung only smirks whilst continuing to pout and tug at Jimin's arm.
"Okay fine" Jimin giggles, and suddenly Taehyung's hands drop as a smile spreads across his own lips. "I think you guys are gonna like it-"
"Jesus Jimin, what is it?" Hoseok laughs from the drivers seat.
"Jungkook texted me earlier in class" Jimin nods, "saying he's gonna try to come up here for Hobi's graduation".
Taehyung freezes.
"Are you joking" he breaks the silence seconds later, voice wavering.
"No" Jimin shakes his head unlocking his phone, "look here's the messages".
Taehyung snatches it quickly, Hoseok peering over the youngest shoulders to read the messages as well. Smiles creeping up on their faces. "So in just three days we'll see him again?!"
"Pretty much" Jimin giggles, holding his hand out for Taehyung to place his phone in it, "so now you two stop picking on me alright?"
"Alright!"
Hoseok finally managed to back out of the lot, and Taehyung decided he'd control the radio, blasting it louder than ever before. Jimin's window was cracked because the broken heater in the truck made it 10 degrees warmer than it should, and the three of them just laughed and joked about what pranks they should do on the youngest when he returns, but Jimin grew quiet as his house was in sight. He swallowed his sigh, lips still curved upwards, and he leans over to pick his bag up from the floor of the truck.
"Thanks for the ride Hobi!"
The other two boys wave and the three share a laugh before Jimin turns to his house, smile dropping instantly, and he stays quiet as he fumbles up the stairs onto the veranda, hands shaking as they reach up to open the screen door and then the actual door. His grandma wasn't in sight as he stepped in, dropping his bag next to the front door, and he figures she's upstairs in her room asleep.
Jimin wonders into the kitchen, but he knows he doesn't have an appetite, and he's learned so over the past week and a half. He always had something or someone on his mind that made his stomach turn a 180, and he's finding it hard to swallow food anymore honestly.
Worry and nervousness.
The two most idiotic and problematic feelings for the boy. Anxiety picks at his skin constantly, reminding him that Yoongi isn't here, what's happening when Yoongi is here? Are they over? After all, he hasn't seen him for 10 days now, there breaks never been that long.
But just that thought reminds him of another.
Their breaks. Why have they had so many? Why had it taken this long to notice? Is that even healthy for a relationship?
His head spends and his heart burns, nothing feels alright when he's alone, and he strides towards the stairs, hoping he reaches his room. But the thoughts only continue, and he wishes the others hadn't left him alone.
He wishes Yoongi never left him alone.
He asked Hoseok what he should do just a week ago, but it feels impossible to go along with the older's words of "don't worry about it, you two always work out".
But it still picks at him doesn't it?
That Yoongi and him might as well be over?
What if Yoongi's moved on? What if he's with someone new?
What if Jimin was just a toy? Fuck them and forget them.
He's on the tightrope again, but was he ever off?
He doesn't realize he's crying until he taste his own bitter tears on his other wise dry lips, and his breath hitches, quickly he stitches himself back together, rubbing his cheeks dry and climbing the rest of the stairwell, and he peers over his shoulder barley enough to glance at Grandma Park's room, the door open and easing to darkness, Jimin creeps past and pushes open his own bedroom door whilst peering into hers, wondering if in the dark she's looking back at him in concern.
He shuts the door quietly, incase she might really be sleeping, but something in him, paranoia perhaps, keeps whispering softly that she's not and that she saw everything, and now she's questioning everything.
She'd be the first to know of his current breakdowns when he's alone.
He doesn't know what to tell her when she asks either.
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