The heart that was skipping beats inside of my chest comes to a screeching halt at the notification on the screen. The breath I hadn't realized I was holding leaves my chest, allowing for new air to pass inside. I don't know whether to jump up or praise the lord or do anything at all, because the only thing that hasn't gotten back to normal is my mind.
I think she's depressed.
What?
. . . how?
"Jungkook? Are you still there?"
His voice jolts me back into the conversation, and my mouth scrambles to tell him what happened.
"She's, she's home. She just texted me."
"Shit, really? Thank god."
"I know."
" . . . do you want me to hang up?"
"I guess? I don't know."
"I don't know what to say to her."
"What are you supposed to say in a situation like this?"
"Honestly, I don't know either."
"Forget about what I said for now."
"How am I supposed to forget that?"
"Just don't bring it up."
"But it's important-"
"Jia is more important right now. Just make sure she's alright, and then you can ask her about it later."
"But, I can't just bring something like that up. What if she gets mad at me?"
"She won't."
"How do you know?"
"Because she's not like that."
"Well, it seems like you know her pretty well to know how she acts."
A heavy sigh is heard on the other side, and I imagine that he was gripping his hair and figuring out how to retaliate.
"Jungkook, I-I don't know everything, okay?"
"If you're so curious to know, just ask her. If there's nothing wrong, she won't get mad at you."
"I guess that makes sense."
"Of course it does."
"Now stop asking me for everything and text her back before she leaves again."
"Got you. Bye."
"Bye."
Yugyeom was now gone, and that left me with my phone in hand, at nearly 11 p.m at night with one unread text message.
I opened the app, my heart stepping back on the gas when I stared back down at the keyboard.
What do I say?
O̶h̶,̶ ̶g̶o̶o̶d̶,̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶l̶r̶i̶g̶h̶t̶?̶
Ar̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶o̶k̶a̶y̶?
T̶h̶a̶t̶'s̶ ̶g̶r̶e̶a̶t̶, ̶c̶a̶n̶ ̶I̶ ̶a̶s̶k̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶?
That's good. What time did you get home?
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