𝐅𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 ➳ pj. [✓]

2017

2017

Jimin's brows knit together as he stumbles across a post of yours on instagram, the late night sunset of Busan beautifully in the background.

A stylish male figure fills up the most of the picture, the unknown's arms filled with black doodles, the ink sprawled across his seemingly muscular arms.

Jimin hadn't heard anything from you for almost a year by now — the guilt from once again not telling you about his homebound still making his stomach ache.

He couldn't face your gorgeous beauty, your stunning smile, your contagious laughter — without feeling like he let you down.
So he just stayed away from you. Avoided all your favorite places in Busan, afraid he'd bump into you.

He swallows, seeing you still kept his nickname for you as your username.
He leans back, hitting the top of his head on the wall behind him with a small thud, making the younger male besides him dart his eyes to his.

"Jimin— what are you doing?" His noisy voice reaches Jimin's ears, making him exhale out loud. He shrugs his shoulders, showing the picture on display to Jungkook next to him.

The waiting room in the airport suddenly feels smaller and more suffocating than before, making Jimin heave for air.

"Oh— isn't that your best frien—"
Jungkook starts talking, but is quickly cut off by the elder male next to him.

"Yes and no. She was my best friend— she still is. But I've been a jerk to her," Jimin close his eyes, pursing his lips out before another sigh leaves his lips, "She wouldn't want to see me, even if I tried. I messed up. We haven't talked for so long. This life — it changed me." Jimin admits as he swallows the lump in his throat.

"Dude, just text her. The worst thing that might happen is if she ignores you — and then you'll know." The younger suggests, his eyes big and round.

He's munching on a matcha KitKat, offering the second half to his elder brother, who declines.

"I don't know. Looks like she found happiness after all." Jimin says muffled, his chest tightening as he glance to the picture once more.

Jungkook shakes his head, a small huff leaving him before he collects his things and stands up, dusting off his pants.

Jimin's eyes follow him, wondering about the advice the younger boy had given him. He rolls his lips together, the air in the room suddenly heavy.

"Let's go board guys!" Namjoon yells out, his passport clutched in his hand.

Jimin blinks a few times, before standing up, picking up the black Saint Laurent backpack next to him, slowly pulling the hood over his messy hair, placing his sunglasses firmly on the bridge of his nose. His phone still in his hand, he walks slow, his thumbs gliding across the black screen.

jimbles:
how are you gem?
it's been a while.