ᴘᴀsᴛᴇʟ ʙᴏʏ. || ᴍ.ʏɢ + ᴘ.ᴊᴍ ✔️

thirteen: caught

Jimin was startled awake by the sound of his phone ringing.

In a tired confusion, he propped himself up, then picked up the device and looked at the screen. The caller ID displayed Yoongi's name--well, pastel boy. Jimin hadn't changed it yet. Nervously he answered the call.

"Why are you calling me?"

There was a slight scoff from the other end of the phone. "Wow. Is that really how you answer calls? You weren't responding to my text, Jimin."

I forgot he even texted me. "So??"

"So is everything okay?"

He wasn't expecting that. The sincere concern that Jimin swore he could feel. Not knowing what to say, Jimin said nothing at all.

"You left in such a hurry. I just wanna understand why..."

The events of earlier that day flashed across his mind again, specifically the incident to which Yoongi was referring. Jimin didn't want to lie. He didn't want to worry Yoongi anymore, either. So he explained: "I lied to my brother and I had to cover up for it by running to Namjoon's. I'm sorry...I didn't think it would bother you so much."

There was a pause, then a gentle sigh of relief. "I just wanted to make sure it wasn't anything I did," Yoongi said. "This was the second time you ran out of my house 'cuz you were upset, after all."

Guiltily Jimin remained silent.

"So is everything okay? Are you...in the clear, or whatever?

"It's fine," Jimin said.

"Okay. If you insist. I'll see you at school tomorrow, then."

"Okay...bye."

"By-"

"Wait, Yoongi!"

"W-what...?"

F**k, why did i tell him to wait?? "...n-nothing, good night."

"...good night, Jimin."

Jimin hung up. Sat still for a moment. Then promptly slammed his face with his pillow, into which he groaned loudly in frustration and embarrassment - aka the two emotions he had been experiencing way too often as of late.

Jimin concluded that he needed more sleep and did just that. Unfortunately dreamland wasn't the easiest place to avoid one's newfound crush...

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Early the next morning, Jimin reluctantly got ready for school as he always did: getting dressed, combing his hair, packing a quick lunch and eating a quick breakfast, and finally brushing his teeth before grabbing his leather jacket and heading out the door.

Except one issue. His jacket wasn't hanging up where it usually was.

And for the life of him, Jimin couldn't figure out why. He always hung up his jacket by the door after coming home; it was a subconscious action by this point. However, it was morning, so Jimin couldn't put two and two together to remember why his jacket wasn't here. Instead, he decided to look around the house briefly, in the living room and his bedroom and even in the bathroom - no luck.

"Jihyun, did you take my jacket??"

"The one I got you?"

"Obviously."

"No, I didn't take it," the older called from his room. "Why would I take it?"

"How should I know? It's just missing."