Love

Fifteen || The Morning After

Y/N POV

You knock on the door of Jimin's apartment, your horrible headache going strong, and your heart pounding along with it. 

He opens the door only a second later with a massive smile on his face. A smile for you. Your heart flutters and you open your mouth to greet him. 

Until you see the phone he holds up to his ear. A smile for whoever was on the other side of that call, a smile for the conversation he was having with them. And suddenly, the flutters are gone and replaced with stupidity. You feel stupid. He didn't smile very often. Why would he smile for you? 

Jimin waves you in without a word before he laughs at something the phone person said. 

"No, no! It was cute," he says. 

Cute? Who's cute? Your heart clenches at the thought of him so happy. His smile overtakes his face, his eyes barely visible. He hadn't laughed like that in a long time. 

What happened in the few hours you were apart from him? What happened to you? You'd never felt so nosy about Jimin's life. Then again, he'd never had anything going on in his life for you to be nosy about. 

"Hey, I hate to cut this short, but a friend of mine just came over." Pause. "I'll call you back, okay? ...Okay...I miss you too...No! It's not weird at all...Okay, I'm hanging up now...Byeee~" 

What the hell was that? 

Jimin places his phone facedown on the counter top before turning to face you, his dreamy smile still present and overtaking his features. 

"Who was that?" you ask, trying to sound nonchalant. You fail miserably. What can you say about it? You're shocked. Jimin being so happy is uncommon. It's not something to be nonchalant about. At least, not to you. 

"Hm?" he asks. 

"Who was on the phone? You seemed pretty happy." 

He turns to look at the phone again before hopping up onto the counter. "Oh, nobody. Don't worry about it." 

You nod, worrying and not believing the 'nobody' statement for a second. "I guess the blind date went well then?" 

He laughs loudly, so loud you jump. It's probably the loudest laugh you've ever heard in your life. "No, no, the blind date was cancelled." 

Your brows furrow. Then what was he so happy about? Who the hell is this Park Jimin? "Then who was on the phone?" you ask, your genuine confusion on complete show for him. 

"You're pretty nosy today, aren't you?" 

He's teasing. He never teases. And even though you know he's completely joking, the remark still pricks a tiny needle into your suddenly sensitive heart. The one thing he has to tell you, his best friend, and he doesn't tell you? Is he just going to keep beating around the bush? What is going on? Are you still drunk? 

"How's your hangover?" he asks. "How are you feeling?" 

Like shit, physically and emotionally. 

"I'm fine. The hangover is still here, but it's wearing away." You hit your hand on your forehead to emphasize your point and regret that decision immediately. You cradle your exploding head in your hands, carefully this time. 

He laughs at you, quieter this time as he makes his way back to his familiar, reserved self. "Want anything to eat? I was about to go out, but I can heat up some hangover soup or something. I keep it in the fridge, so it won't be a hassle or anything to heat it up."