Four o'clock || A JiKook Fanfiction

~ 10 ~

"Fuck."

Jimin was laying on his bed, having a mental arguement with himself for almost three hours. He looks over at the wall clock, realizing it was already 11 pm - past his bed time. He lets out a deep sigh and covers his face in frustration.

Jimin grabs his phone and starts typing everything that's on his mind. By the time he finished typing, it was already 11:45 pm. He closes his eyes, feeling calm after he typed everything. His eyes started to get heavy and he accidentally hits send, not bothering since he know it was sent to his own account. Jimin then fell asleep, still on his school uniform.

But did he really sent the whole message to his own account?

...

For the next four days, Jungkook and Jimin's interaction wasn't as stable like the first day. Jimin would be silent around Jungkook, not acting like the cute and bubbly baby as he is. Jungkook hates the painfully quiet ride whenever he's in the car with Jimin.

Whenever Jungkook tries to start a conversation with Jimin, the younger will just answer the question directly or worst, he ignores the older.

...

It was a Sunday afternoon and Jungkook was laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling for as long as he remembers. He lets out a sigh as he looks at the long message Jimin sent to him for the tenth time. The long message contains sentences, such as:

"I'm not sure about my feelings about him. I don't know why i felt so upset when he introduced me as his 'friend'.. and the fact that i've been mentally arguing with myself for three hours just because of that bothers me so much. Do i like Jungkook? What the hell is wrong with me?"

Jungkook knows that this message wasn't supposed to be sent to him, since this message is about him.. and Jungkook knows that maybe this is the reason why Jimin was acting like that these days.

The black-haired male sighed in frustration as he massaged his temple. He glanced at the time and realized it was already 4:00 pm.

He rushed downstairs, thinking that Jimin might be there.

"Eomma?"

"Yes?"

"Where's Jimin? Isn't he supposed to be here?"

Jungkook made his way in the kitchen where Mrs. Jeon is at. She looked at his son, who was looking so confused.

"It's a Sunday, honey. It's Jimin's free day."

After hearing his mom's statement, Jungkook remembered that it was a Sunday and mentally cursed himself. Mrs. Jeon leaned towards the counter and stares at her son.

"What's the matter? You look bothered.."

"It's just.. Jimin and i aren't talking too much these days, Eomma."

Jungkook sighed, pulling a chair and sitting down. Mrs. Jeon can see how bothered Jungkook was and it made her worried.

"What's wrong? Do you have a problem? You know you can tell me anything, right Kook?"

Jungkook lets out a deep sigh before telling his mom everything that's bothering him, since he didn't want to lie.

"Eomma.. i.. i like Jimin."

Jungkook admits, looking down at his lap. Mrs. Jeon's eyes went wide as she looks behind Jungkook, seeing her husband.

"W-What do you mean?"

"I l-like him.. i don't know why i'm feeling this way.."

Jungkook stated as he looked up at his mom who walked towards him. She wraps her arms around the black-haired male's shoulder, trying to tell him that everything's alright.

"I'm sorry Eomma.. i know that Abeoji will be mad when he hears me right now."

"Who says that i'll be mad?"

Mr. Jeon asks as he heard everything Jungkook said, a smile forming on his face. Jungkook turns around to see his father walking towards them.

"Abeoji.."

"I'm not mad, Jungkook. Honestly, i'm happy that you're already feeling that."

"Even if it's towards.. Jimin?"

"Mhmm~ look.. love chooses no gender. If you feel butterflies in your stomach whenever you see Jimin, feel happy whenever you see his smile.. that's love, yeah? Me and your Eomma likes Jimin, anyway."

Jungkook lets out a chuckle, feeling embarassed talking about this topic with his parents.

"Look at you. We barely see you smile before you met Jimin."

Mrs. Jeon giggled and ruffled Jungkook's black-dyed hair. He flashed a smile at his parents.

"Should i confess tomorrow?"

"Woah, you're really in love. It's only been a week since you guys met. But it's up to you, big guy."

The black-haired male pulled his parents into a tight hug before running upstairs to his room.

"I hope everything will be alright with you soon Jimin.."