Physical Reasons || P.JM ✔

36 | Closure

You had felt alarmingly happy and relieved when Tae texted you to tell you that he had driven past Jimin's apartment and seen his car parked outside. He hadn't gone inside to try to talk to him, the phone call they shared when Jimin was still gone had been enough, and Taehyung was scared to push it. But it was enough to you that you knew Jimin was safe, and you tried not to dwell on the feelings that brought forward.

You sat around all day with nothing to do, which was ridiculously dangerous. Jin had given a break from wedding planning, despite the fact that you were basically living for the wedding with everything that was going on. 

However, you strongly suspected he only gave you a break because he was going out to eat with Taehyung. You walked around your house, searching for something to work on. You had finished all of your school work, and your house was clean. You had never been less happy about not having any responsibilities to work on. 

Walking around your house was a mistake, and you realized this as your eyes fell on Jimin's jacket, which was still sitting on your dresser.

I need to return his jacket, was your immediate thought. You chewed your lip pensively, knowing how stupid of an idea that was, but not particularly caring.

Impulsively, like the emotionally unstable and reckless person that you were, you grabbed his jacket and your car keys and ran out the door. 

You spent the entire car ride further trying to convince yourself that this wasn't a terrible idea. You needed closure if he was going to stay away from you, and seeing him one last time would give you that. By the time you arrived at his apartment, you had almost managed to shove down the apprehension you felt showing up unannounced to see him.

You took a deep breath before ducking out of your car and walking up the steps to his front door. Before you could change your mind, you rapped your knuckles on the door.

The door didn't open for a few moments, and with every second that passed the fear in your stomach grew more and more. Until, much to your relief, the door swung open.

You immediately opened your mouth, ready to make a pathetic attempt at an explanation, but shut it quickly. He gripped the door so hard his knuckles turned white, his face pink and streaked with tear tracks. His eyes glimmered with tears that were threatening to spill over.

And you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces.

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Jimin drove home as quickly as he could. He didn't call Taehyung. He didn't text her to tell her he was okay. He just gathered the few belongings he had brought with him to his brother's house and left. Jihyun said goodbye to his brother, surprised he didn't have to kick him out for once. He drove to his own house, not bothering to stop by Tae or Jin's place. 

Shortly after he got home, his phone rang. His forehead creased as he wondered why Taehyung would call him again, but he picked up his phone to discover it was a private number. Against his better judgement, he answered it and held the phone to his ear hesitantly.