Suddenly everyone stopped.
"Jiminie, what are you doing?" Hoseok asked seeing Jimin jaking off in front of all of them to their surprise.
"Shh...just continue. Oh and go faster," Jimin commanded out of breath.
So they listened and picked up the pac...
"Hyung, are you seriously still crying under your covers because of this guy?" Jungkook asked Jimin as he walked into Jimin's room, noticing the sad feeling the room reflected. The windows that would show any sign of civilization were covered by black, droopy curtains. It was dark, the room was completely sunless. Not to mention, the place smelt terrible, there were piles and piles of clothes as well as tissues scattered around the room. It honestly looked like a junkyard. Why is his room messier than mine? Jungkook thought.
Everyone knew about Chanyeol at this point because of Jimin's sniffles and sobs. He would cry, the members would ask him what's wrong and then he would say.
"Kookie can you pass the tissues please," Jimin sniffled with a weak smile as he slowly popped his head out of the blanket.
Jungkook was about to bring the tissue box over to him but was stopped by Jin, who barged into Jimin's sad, moody room.
"Stop right there!" Jin shouted and Jungkook froze holding the tissue box. "Do not! I repeat do not give him the tissue box!"
"wha- why?" Jungkook asked the older, confused.
"Why?" Jin chuckled hysterically.
"Hyung? You good?"
"I'm perfectly sane, now don't give him the tissue box!"
"Okay, okay," Jungkook said as he slowly put down the box like he was caught by the police.
"Jimin get up! Stop acting like this! I miss the upbeat, happy Jimin that always made me smile," Jin explained.
"Well, I'm not that person anymore!" Jimin sobbed loudly and flopped against the bed in agony.
"That's it! Jungkook help me get him out of this sad, depressing place!" Jin exclaimed as he ushered Jungkook over to help carry Jimin's sad, mangled body.
One the count of three, Jungkook and Jin tried their best to lift Jimin up. But he would not let go of the bedpost.
"Can you guys just leave me be?!" Jimin cried even louder.
"Fine be like this," Jin huffed as he dragged Jungkook out of the room with him.
"Why do I like him so much?!" Jimin cried again, hitting his face against the pillow.
...
Ding dong!
Hoseok ran to the door and opened it to see who it was. When he opened it, he was surprised to see that it was Chanyeol.
"Hey-," Chanyeol tried to say but was interrupted with Hoseok's angry face and the slam of the door.
"Shit!" Chanyeol huffed as he ran his hands through his hair.
Meanwhile, Hoseok ran out of the living room headed to Jimin's bedroom.
"Jimin! I know this is a bad time but Chanyeol is here," Hoseok mumbled.
"What?!" Jimin jolted up from the bed.
"Chanyeol's here."
"What?!"
"If you want I can open the door again and tell him to fuck off," Hoseok suggested patting Jimin on the back.
"No... don't," Jimin said as he hurriedly got out of bed, put on a pair of jeans and a shirt. "How do I look?"
"You look fine but don't tell me you're going to go talk to him!" Hoseok grumbled as he snatched a hairbrush out of Jimin's hand.
"Yes I am! A-and I'm going to win him back!" Jimin exclaimed as he yanked the hairbrush back.
"No you're not," Hoseok snatched the hair brush back.
"Yes I am."
"Nope."
"Yes."
"Wait!" Hoseok said. "I have a better idea," He smirked.
"Huh?"
"Instead of winning him back, you should act like everything's perfectly fine and that you don't need him at all," Hoseok shared his master plan.
"But I do need him," Jimin sighed.
"He doesn't need to know that!"
"But how do I do that?"
"All you need is confidence."
"But I don't have that."
"Trust me just go out and you'll be able to do it," Hoseok assured as he dragged Jimin to the door.
"But I look ugly," Jimin pouted.
"You're Park Jimin, you never look ugly. Trust me on that," Hoseok winked and pushed him to open the door.
Jimin sighed and slowly placed his hand on the doorknob.
"Just open the fucking door!" Hoseok practically yelled.
"Okay, okay."
Jimin opened the door to reveal a flustered Chanyeol. His heart immediately dropped and he looked at Hoseok who was behind the door. Hoseok gave him a thumbs up and ran away leaving Jimin with Chanyeol.
"Hyung!," Jimin tried to whisper but Hoseok was long gone.
"Hey," Chanyeol awkwardly greeted breaking the silence.
Jimin stood there not knowing what to say or do. It was either he brakes down infront of Chanyeol and become a wimp or show Chanyeol that he doesn't need him and that he's perfectly fine. I'm picking the second choice, Jimin thought.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" Jimin said as confident as he could be.
"I just wanted to see you."
"Cool."
"Listen Jimin, about last night-" Chanyeol tried to say.
"What about it?" Jimin interrupted.
"I'm sorry about the girlfriend thing..."
"It's fine. I get it."
"You do?" Chanyeol asked surprised. "You're not mad?"
"Nope, not mad at all."
"Are you serious?" Chanyeol started to get a little mad.
"Yep," Jimin shrugged it off, he could tell Chanyeol's blood was boiling a little. This is working, Jimin thought.
"Okay then..."
"Well, I'm going to the club soon, so I don't really have time to talk. I'm sorry," Jimin smiled the fakest smile.
"Okay I guess." Chanyeol looked down at his hands.
"Bye!"
"Bye."
Jimin finally shut the door and slid down it. He was completely winded. But also content that he could even do that in the first place. He could tell Chanyeol was confused and he loved that. It was time he became a bad bitch. ————————————————————————— THAT'S IT FOR NOW GUYSSS
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Also chicken noodle soup is a bop and Hoseok is hot bye
