sand castles | taejin

chapter 5

third person's pov

"wah! yes!" taehyung screams in victory.

he takes off his shoes and flings them across the room, almost hitting jungkook, "what the hell!" jungkook shouts, covering his ears with his two pillows.

taehyung runs to the window and opens it, letting the cold spring breeze hit his bare arms, "i think i just went out with him!" he shouts out of his window.

a pillow hits him on the back of his head, "sorry kook," taehyung murmurs, "i just can't believe it."

taehyung smiles like an idiot and closes the window, "who do you like so much that you came back at three am for?" jungkook questions, slightly rubbing his tired eyes.

"kook, it's none of your business go back to sleep."

"spill the tea or i will bring jimin here."

"it's so late right now, you wouldn't call him."

"who said that i wouldn't?" jungkook sits up, his back on the wall. he climbs down the ladder attached to his bunk bed and grabs his phone. he puts it close up to his ear and pretends to call jimin, "hello? jimin? i think taehyung likes someone-"

"fine! i'll tell you. just don't bring jimin here, i don't want to get an ass-whooping at this hour," taehyung says, feeling irrationally annoyed.

"icouldntgetanysleepsolikeiwentoutandisuddenlymetseokjin,youknowhimright?fromthebeach?andthenitriedpayingforhissnackbutiforgotmywallet-"

"you know what? save your mouth for tomorrow," jungkook says, letting out a sigh of annoyance and goes back to sleep.

—

"wake up, dummy," jungkook says, putting his alarm clock near his ear.

taehyung groans, putting his blanket over his head, "what time is it?"

"we're gonna be late you dumbass get the fuck up!" jimin exclaims, hitting taehyung with a stick.

taehyung yelps and immediately sits up, hitting his head on the wooden structure, "i'm up!"

"who even told you to go outside and come back at 3am anyway? what the hell were you even doing out there? selling drugs? dancing in the streets? looking for some trouble? tae—"

"i met seokjin yesterday," taehyung says, covering his ears.

"oh," jimin stops yelling and puts the stick down, "you're finally growing up, i'm proud of you!"

"oh, jeez," jungkook facepalms, slinging his bag on his shoulder, "i'll be heading out now, see you later."

"tell me all of the details!" jimin ignores jungkook's statement and immediately sits down beside taehyung, "did you two kiss?"

taehyung blushes, "no!"

"oh," jimin frowns, "that's boring."

taehyung slaps jimin's arm and gets out of his bed, "i'm going to go take a shower."

"you better be out by ten minutes or i'll kick the door down!"

—

seokjin smiles stupidly at the text that he received from taehyung, his heart melted and his ears turned red.

"what are you doing?" seokjin pouts, making an erasing gesture on his face, "stop it."

he stops in front of the convenience store that they met in yesterday and goes inside, "seokjin's here!"

"you're quite early," says the lady by the counter, "but it's okay, you can help me arrange these things on the shelves."

"alright," seokjin smiles and pushes his sleeves up, "how is your daughter?"

"she's alright," the lady says, "she didn't break any bones nor did she get any major injuries. she just got a few bruises and scratches."

seokjin nods, "that's nice, i hope her wounds heal soon."

"thank you."

seokjin takes a few boxes from the counter and walks over to the snacks aisle.

"should i message him back?" seokjin muses, setting the boxes down on the floor as he opens one of them, "it would be rude if i didn't, right?"

he properly puts the bag of chips on their designated places on the shelf, quietly humming to me time by yubin.

"oh why the heck not," seokjin surrenders and takes his cellphone out of his pocket.

as he was about to type a message, an unknown number flashes in his phone screen. seokjin taps on the green button and puts his phone on his ear, "hello?"

"hi seokjin," says a familiar voice, "you left me on read."

"oh, hi taehyung. sorry about that," seokjin scratches his neck, "i was just about to reply."

"oh," taehyung breathes out, "should i hang up now?"

"i guess so?" seokjin takes a few bag of chips and continues to put them on shelf, "if you want to."

"hmm, okay. i'll call you later?"

seokjin hums, "alright."

"sweet, bye seokjin. make sure to reply back."

seokjin looks at his phone screen and absentmindedly smiles, "what are you doing seokjin? get a grip!" seokjin slaps his cheeks.

"i should reply and get back to work," he mumbles to himself and types a reply, shoving his phone back in his pocket afterwards.