Nothing Left For You (Vminkook)

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Jimin

    "Oh, I thought you'd be at work." I say stopping short when I see Taehyung sitting in the kitchen the next morning.

    "I overslept so I was just gonna go in a little later." He says without looking away from his computer.

    "Are you hungry?" I ask walking over to the fridge and setting my journal down on the counter.

    "No, I'm alright." He responds before silence falls over the room.

I wasn't used to having him here in the morning and for some reason it felt a bit awkward.

    "I was going to stop by and see Yoongi later, is that okay?" I ask cautiously.

    "You know how I feel about you being friends with him, Jimin." He sighs.

    "I know, but he got me a gift for my birthday and I promised I'd come by to get it." I say. "I won't be there long, I promise. Please?"

He closes his laptop and stands. "I don't care, I'm going to get ready for work."

    "Okay." I say, biting back a smile as he leaves the kitchen.

I grab my journal and take his seat at the table.

10/14/19

I'm going to see Yoongi today, I'm kind of excited to see what he got me for my birthday, even if it isn't a cotton candy maker.

My head kind of hurts right now but I can't really take anything we have in the house on an empty stomach.

I'm on a new diet by the way, it's called intermittent fasting.

I basically fast for 16 hours a day and eat for 8.

The videos I've watched on it make it look affective enough.

I have to go to work after I see Yoongi, there's probably manuscripts already piling up that need editing.

I know I've been kind of sad lately but I'm trying to be happier when I write, you don't deserve to be stuffed with all my problems so I'll keep them to myself.

I'll go now, thanks for listening.

10/14/19                         11:11am.

Ps. Make a wish!!

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Yoongi

There's a knock on the front door at around one and I leave my room to answer.

Luckily Hoseok left the house a while ago after our argument.

I still wasn't over it and I wouldn't be until he realized how fucked up he was being.

When I open the door Jimin stands there with a smile.

He's wearing his glasses, something he never does when he's in public.

"Hey." I say letting him in. "Are you still sick?"

"Hm?" He hums before realizing why I was asking. "Oh, no. I just didn't feel like putting my contacts in."

    "You okay?" I ask, leading him into the living room.

    "Yeah." He chuckles. "Why are you worrying?"

    "I'm not. I just want to make sure okay and healthy. Both mentally and physically." I say. "You sit there and I'll get your gift."