Nothing Left For You (Vminkook)

18

Jimin

    "Jimin!"

I jump slightly at the sound of Taehyung calling my name downstairs.

    "Hey, Yoongi. I gotta go, call me back tomorrow. Okay?" I say through my earpiece as I type on my computer.

    "Alright, sorry again about your party. I really did want to go." Yoongi says from the other line.

    "It's okay, you can't help that you're sick, Yoongs." I say. "Just make sure you get a lot of rest and drink plenty of fluids. You need to get better soon, okay?"

    "Alright." Yoongi chuckles. "You feel better too, Jimin."

    "Promise to call me back tomorrow?" I ask.

    "I promise, don't worry." He says. "Bye."

    "Bye." I say, hanging up just as the bedroom door opens.

Taehyung stands in the door way with his suitcase. "You didn't hear me calling you?"

     "I was on the phone." I say pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose and continuing to type the script I was working on.

    "To who?" He asks coming in and dropping his suitcase.

    "Yoongi." I say, I was definitely not in the mood to deal with his attitude.

My head was throbbing and my sinuses were fucked up beyond belief, I just wanted to be left alone.

    "Why?" He asks dragging his suitcase to the closet as he loosens his tie.

    "He was apologizing for missing my party, he's sick so he can't come." I say, my voice sounding nasally due to my stuffy nose.

    "And you're sick?" He asks making me look up at him.

    "Yeah, it's nothing serious. Just a cold or something." I say with a shrug. "How was your trip?"

    "You've been hanging around him again, haven't you?" He asks instead of answering.

    "Who? Yoongi?" I ask setting my laptop to the side.

    "Yes, Yoongi." He says removing his suit jacket.

    "No, why do you ask?" I ask grabbing my tea from the bedside table.

He doesn't answer as he goes into the closet, I'm guessing to change his clothes and head straight back to work.

I ignore him and go back to my laptop, I didn't want to argue with him today.

    "Did you call and ask your mother if everything was okay for tomorrow?" He asks from the closet.

    "I did, she told me not to worry about anything." I say, I honestly couldn't care less if the entire plan fell through and the party never happened.

    "I'm going to work." He says emerging from the closet in a different tie and the same suit.

He usually showered after every flight so it was strange that he was heading straight to work.

I let him leave without saying anything, he's not listening anyways.

I close my laptop and get up to get my outfit together for the party tomorrow.

I didn't really care what I was wearing but my mother had some things sent to me and I had no option but to choose from them.

They are mostly all red suits that look the same to me so I just pick the first one I unpack.