𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘯

48

Namjoon chuckled as he bounced around, wiggling himself into his pants. He fumbled with the zipper and button and shook his head.

"We can't afford another day off babe. We need to practice in case of any auditions. We can leave a little earlier if you'd like but sorry, we need the time."

I peered down to my blouse, buttoning it slowly as a deep breath that had bubbled in my chest finally came out. I faltered on my feet before dropping back onto our bed and crumpling the sheets in the process.

"I just feel bad leaving him alone... he looked so sad..."

"And that's okay. Kook's supposed to come back at some point, so they'll need the time alone to work stuff out. Don't think too much of it Taehyungie."

Stepping over briskly, Namjoon planted a sweet kiss to my forehead and helped me back upright before leaving the bedroom. There, I was left alone to shimmy into my pants and put on socks then shoes, that way we could be on our way to the studio.

I smiled warmly toward the blond as I walked past him, and patted his head sweetly, "Don't be too down Jiminie. Kook will come back soon. Call us if you need anything!"

"Will do. See you later Taetae..." Jimin smiled tightly, and exhaled sharply as he dropped his cheeks into his palms. I shot Namjoon a worried look but before I could protest our leaving, he ushered us both out the door with a soft 'trust me, he'll be okay'.

~

{Kook's pov}

Sleeping on Jin's couch left me with a sore neck and aching shoulders. I was too big for the couch yet scrunched myself up on it anyway, which in my opinion was the worst decision I'd made.

Okay, maybe it wasn't the worst, but-

"Jeon Jungkook! JK! Kookie! Kook! Jeon! Get up!" Jin paraded down the hallway, stomping equally as loud as he spoke. I yawned and sat upright, stretching deeply in an attempt to pacify my aching body.

"Time for you to go home!" Jin chirped sarcastically as he peered toward me from over the couch. "One sad message from Jimin was all I needed. So I'm sending you home right now!"

I sighed and lazily pushed myself upright. I slipped into my coat and scrambled my shoes on and with my blurry half-awake vision, I stumbled down the hallway to the front door.

"M'kay Jin I'll see you later then," I slurred out between yawns as I rubbed away at my tired eyes, "I'll let you know how things go."

Opening the door and stepping into the crisp, morning light, I breathed in the air and squeezed my eyes shut at the burn.

It was freezing outside. I would say even worse than last night.

Everything around me looked brumal, and I found it hard to believe that it wasn't even winter yet.

I trudged down the road, hands shoved into my pockets as I stared down at the ground. I knew once I got back to the apartment I would have to talk to Jimin, but how? What is there I could say? It isn't like my words can take away the pain that's already happened to him. But it's the thought that counts, isn't it? Surely I'll figure out what to say when the time comes.

I swung around the final block and approached the apartment complex. I felt my face heating up the more I thought about the situation, and to calm myself I focused on objects around me. Brown leaves, frosted grass, large, glass doors with silver handles that lead into the apartment building...

Maybe I didn't do that right.

Walking into the complex, I shook off all my anxiety and pressed the key to the elevator. Once I arrived at our floor, I stepped out and stared down at the front door.

Everything I had avoided, everything I hurt, everything I felt something for and never wanted to leave sat helplessly behind that door. 

It was my time to make things right.

~

"...Sometimes people say things they don't mean and once they realize what they've said, it's too late to take it back... and that's kinda what happened last night. I know it sounded like I said I didn't want to be seen with you or something like that, but I promise that wasn't it at all.

"I was just scared of my past. I took out on you what my parents had instilled in me and it was wrong. I shouldn't have left last night, and especially not after you held onto me.

"So in short, Jimin, I'm so sorry for everything. Can you forgive me?"

His face seemed void of emotion. I couldn't tell whether he was processing or blocking out things. Seconds turned into a few minutes, which festered into unnerving anxiety and sweat pricking at my neck and forehead.

As time progressed I also grew more in suspense. I needed an answer: something, anything.

Reaching a hand out, I placed it gently to his knee and met his gaze with my own. His lips trembled and his eyes grew glossy with tears, so I quickly swept the blond into my grasp and held him tightly.

The tears were an answer in themselves. Maybe he needed more time to think before he could speak, and I could respect that.

As I held him in my arms, I felt his cherub hands grip tightly to my shirt, followed by the sound of soft sniffles.

"Kookie," he whispered with a broken voice, "I could n-never stay mad at you, even if I r-really tried t-to."

A small smile pulled at my lips and I squeezed the blond even tighter before dropping us both back onto our bed.

"Good, I'm glad to hear it. So,... we'll never repeat last night, yeah?"

"Never ever," he mumbled into my shirt, "never."