Clinically In Love [Vmin-BTS]

Chapter 24: <○Type and Erase○>

Jimin thought of all the ways he could put it. But even at just hitting 19, his brain seemed to be more broken than he thought.

HIM♡

YOU:
Taehyung-ssi|

No ways. Too formal...

Erase.

YOU:
Taehy|

Taeh|

Tae|

Nah... Not that either.

Erase.

YOU:
Yo! Idiot!|

Fuck, Jimin. Do you really want him to hate you?!

Erase.

YOU:
Idi|

Id|

|

Sm|

Smartass|

Ugh! What the actual hell?!

Erase.

YOU:
You! Listen up hoe!|

Will that REALLY make him listen?!

Erase.

YOU:
Baby...|

Nnngh! Why does it feel so easy to call him that?!

Erase!

He'd basically tried everything to find a way to start: screaming at his Chanyeol posters, punching random objects, yelling at Jungkook for no reason. But all that did was make him more nervous than he already was about approaching Taehyung with an apology. Basically, it was simple math.

Of course, a normal "Hey, Tae" wouldn't cut it. Jimin needed something powerful to begin with. Something mysterious. Something that would probably force Taehyung to answer.

But then again, he knew going for a death threat would probably have Taehyung calling the police in two seconds. Because it just seemed like a Taehyung thing to do...

Oh god... Jimin sighed to himself, taking another glance at how the rain beat against the window in the far corner. When the hell did my life turn into a fanfiction?

He felt like dissolving into the quiet waiting room's sofa, suddenly feeling the need to sleep off the complete heaviness at his chest. But he knew he was just putting off the inevitable: He had to talk to Taehyung... One way or another.

"So I'm just gonna close my eyes," he concluded to himself, with a sudden uncomfortable jolt to his heart.

"I'm gonna close my eyes and count to five. And when I'm done, I'll just say hi... Yeah..."

If anyone was actually in the waiting room with him, they'd have probably heard the uncertainty in his voice. But Jimin was determined not to flake out... Not this time.

So he closed his eyes.

One.

He thought of all the times he screwed up.

Two...

He thought of all the times Taehyung didn't notice.

Three...

He thought of how he wished he got Tae's early happy birthday call.

Three... and a half-ish

He thought of how he wished he was less stupid. That way he wouldn't be there.

Four...

He thought of how he wished Taehyung wasn't so far away. That way he'd have someone to hold him.

Five--

"PLEASE DRY! MY! EYES! AHHHHHHH!"

The echoing of his ringtone sent him flying off the sofa in seconds, leaving him at a near make-out session with the freezing tiles. Jimin crashed the tiny distance to the floor with a way more than loud squeal, landing straight on his good arm. His phone scattered across the floor, at least at arm's reach. But still, the damage was done.

There was no doubt that the hospital's whole fifth floor already heard the personalised ringtone set for Taehyung. It was basically a sound that everyone on the damn complex knew by heart...

But...

But wait...

WAIT!

TAEHYUNG?! HE'S CALLING ME?!

Jimin's heart jumped to his throat. He ignored the confused glances from nurses around corners, scrambling on his hands and knees to get to his phone's vibrating and the high-pitched screech that kept repeating itself over and over. He shimmied his way to his feet in almost a split second, looking around madly before bolting for somewhere more quiet. His hands shook slightly at seeing the name flashing up at him.

And relief soon flooded.

Because with one glance, one fateful glance down at his screen, he knew he was right about who the call was from. And he couldn't shove his smile away. Not for a very long time.

INCOMING CALL
HIM♡

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