Text Me Not 🌀 kth // pjm

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He hummed, "What should I make?" while searching in his fridge and cupboards.

He froze abruptly.

"What does he even eat?" He questioned himself.

He suddenly got an idea.

He went to the living room, grabbing Taehyung's Gucci bag and opening it.

This is so wrong...

but...

He searched in it for a while, until he finally found what he was looking for;

Taehyung's phone.

He opened it by its code since he couldn't with his thumb's fingerprint. He went to his contacts; to his favorites. The first name that he found there was 'Kookieeee'.

Jimin assumed it was Taehyung's relative, or maybe his friend. Not considering which one was the most luckily, he pressed on it, calling 'Kookieeee'.

He waited until on the third ring the person picked up.

"What. Is. It. Tae. Do you have any fucking idea what time it is? Hm?" The other guy on the phone snickered, probably through gritted teeth.

"Ohoho, I ain't letting you go on that one so easily. You woke me up you bitch. I was fucking taking my beauty sleep you asshole."

Jimin literally didn't know if he should hang up on that guy and call someone else instead.

He did speak though. "Umm..."

There came a short silence for exactly three seconds, until the other guy spoke up.

"Who are you? Where is Tae?"

Jimin panicked. "I'm.. umm... Taehyung's.. new friend! Yeah!" He bit his lip, cursing at himself for his try to lie.

"New friend? And what's your name?"

"Jimin. And who are you?"

"Me? I'm Kookieeee!" said the other guy in a very high and cheerful tone, that it almost made Jimin go deaf.

He grimaced from the small pain taking place in his poor ear. "Okay, yeah, I can see that. But I need your help."

The other boy lost it.

"What did you do to Taehyung you bastard?!" He yelled.

Jimin's eyes widened in shock. "What?! I did nothing! Can you please calm down for a sec?!"

"Yeah whatever. Just tell me what happened to Tae. Where is he? How do you have his phone? And why do you have his phone?" The other bombarded Jimin with questions, half of which Jimin could precisely answer.

"Look. Nothing's happened to Tae, okay? He's with me now. He's asleep. I just took his phone to call someone close to him, I don't know, so they could hopefully tell me what Taehyung likes to eat usually for breakfast. And I found you in his fave contacts so yeah. I called you." Jimin shrugged, ending with a lame excuse, he thought.

He heard the other boy chuckle before speaking. "I mean, since Tae's okay I don't care who he fucks or when." He laughed.

Jimin cheeks boiled red. "Hey! We didn't do anything!" He yelled to other line.

Now that was embarrassing..

"Anyways, uh, what Tae eats for breakfast.. Hmm..." The other took a while to think while Jimin waited patiently, the red from his cheeks fading slowly. "He eats everything, really. He can't cook, so he'll be thankful to you and okay with anything you make him. Trust me." Jimin was going to thank him for the information, but before he could, the other spoke again. "Also, you did the best calling me. I'm his best friend, if you were wondering why I was in his fave contacts. Please take good care of him."

Jimin smiled warmly, Taehyung's cute sleepy face coming into his mind. "I will. Don't worry. He's in good hands." He promised, shyly looking down.

"You better or else I'll cut your feet. Byeee!" And he hung up. Perfect.

Jimin sure as hell didn't want to have his feet gone, so he rushed in the kitchen to make breakfast for Tae and him.

"That guy deserves a duality award jeez..."

He decided to make pancakes. Very usual, he thought, but never disappointing. And thank god his cooking was a gift from the heavens, or else the chocolate between and above the pancakes could have possibly turned out to be  green right now.

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