POLARIODS AND PILLOWS.

twenty three

yoongi had learned to manage.

the more time passed, the more he started to feel better. he had been keeping himself busy, working overtime and hanging with hoseok a lot when he is off.

he knew jimin loved him. there was no denying it. and that is why he didnt push him.

no calls, no texts, no meetups.

it was in jimin's hands now. yoongi wanted to give him space, to think. he had left everything he needed to say in that card he had left at jimins house the last time he was there. all yoongi was waiting for, was jimin.

yoongi hadnt gone on any dates. he didnt feel the need to. if he couldnt have jimin, he'd rather be alone. why waste his time with pointless girls who just want sex?

all in all, yoongi's life was improving for the better. mentally and physically. all he needed now, was jimin.

—

"i cant."

"yes you fucking can! get off the phone with me and talk to him."

"he hates me."

"do it."

"cmon! i havent talked to him in so long! what if he moved on? he probably moved on."

"quit being a pussy and call him right now or i'll tell him myself. bye!"

click. jimin stared at the phone, not moving. he knew jungkook was right as always, but he couldnt bring himself to do it.

its so simple. just press yoongi's contact, the green button, and talk. apologize. but he cant.

everything is so complicated with him.

it was right there, his name. oh, how he missed seeing it. maybe texting would be easier? fuck.

swallowing his pride, he finally hits the call button. and then the ringing.

his heartbeat increases, his eyes shut. fear was rushing through his veins, everything could be so terrible if this goes wrong.

ring. ring.

it feels like forever before he hears yoongi's breath come over the phone. jimin's heart beats out of his chest, unable to even speak.

"hello?"

yoongi's voice comes through, sounding so sweet like always. it felt like home. god, how he missed it.

"y-yoongi, hi." he mumbled. he felt so small. just hearing his voice, he was a goner.

"how have you been, jimin? its nice to hear from you."

jimin squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep himself composed. he sounded so, nice. happy.

"ive been o-okay. i missed you."

silence.

"fuck. shit, im sorry. that just kinda slipped—"

"i missed you too, jimin."

jimin couldnt even think. it felt like injecting pure herion into his veins, so goddamn good.

yoongi was saying this to him. his yoongi, who he's wanted for so long.

"i know its been a while.. but would you want to, um, hang out sometime? you dont have to. i-it would just be cool to catch up, you know? i'd love to see you again." jimin bit his lip, running his fingers through his hair.

jimin obviously didnt really have a plan, and he was hoping this would go over okay. with every second that passed the more anxious he grew, fear eating at his insides as he bites his fingernail, awaiting a response.

"... i would like that a lot." yoongi's voice sounded relieved, and shaky.

"really?" jimin responds with a whisper, biting his lip in excitement as his hand almost drops the phone.

he was going to see him. finally. just see him. not run into him, or accidentally see him. it felt like normal, finally.

"yes, really. loser." yoongi chuckled, finally feeling the familiar rush of happiness jimin always brung him with his voice. "in fact, im on my way to your house now."

jimin blinked. "what?" he could feel yoongi smirking on the other end, hearing the car door unlock. a sudden wave of nervousness yet excitement flooded through him, looking around to make sure the house was in decent shape.

"oh, and jimin?"

"hm?"

"make sure youre not jerking off when i get there."

he's such a little fucker.

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hi i didnt forget about u guys

how have u guys been? and i rlly hope u guys understood that last jerking off comment pls

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