The Mechanism of Life

𝚃𝙴𝙽

𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨: 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵

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"It's raining!" Jimin shrieked, glaring dagger at the raindrops that were peacefully trickling down the closed window. The view outside was almost white, with how much it was raining. It was like the cloud decided to dump years worth rainfall in one day. Jimin was surprised the city's drainage system. He was expecting the streets to be flooded by now. 

"Yes, very sound observation." Yoongi mumbled, "Would you like a prize for it?"

"Shut up machine!" Jimin yelled back, "Why did they postpone it! And even if they did, why a week?"

Yoongi sighed, midly annoyed, before making the effort to answer the question, "Namjoon said the conference was planned in an open air auditorium. So unless you plan to soak yourself down to your bones, the conference cannot happen."

"But why a week?" Jimin wailed, "Why not a day or a two days?"

Yoongi grimaced as he looked up, "Do you own the auditorium?"

Jimin furrowed in brow in confusion, "No..."

"Well then damn, because the hosts don't own it either and they can't hold the conference unless they are able to get a free date, and book the auditorium again! Which happens to be a week after, you incompetent being with shit for brain!" 

Jimin scowled, plopping down on the bed, "Oh... then why DOES IT HAVE RAIN TODAY?"

"Because I don't control the clouds, you annoying being! I can't control when it rains and when it doesn't!" Yoongi growled, "So if you don't shut up this damned second I'm going to seal your mouth shut with a duct tape!"

"It was a rhetorical question, Yoongi." Jimin frowned. 

He watched as Yoongi got up and walked towards where their bags were. Wondering what he was up to. He raised his eyebrow when the other picked up his phone from the table.

He held it up before turning back towards Jimin, "If you don't shut up, this is going to hit your ugly face so hard, it will break your nose."

Jimin knew that the other was bluffing. But considering it was Yoongi, he didn't want to risk it and decided to keep quiet. There was no saying. Yoongi might just actually throw the phone at him. He bit his lips, holding back his sarcastic replies as the other walked back.

"There's a message from some YJ" Yoongi mumbled, throwing the phone in his direction.

It wasn't supposed to be possible.

Jimin's eyes widen. It almost felt like someone had hit his chest with a hammer. His ribs felt like they were being crushed by the uncontrolled, and excessively strong beating of his heart. His throat drying up as his mind went completely blank. Not daring to form an coherent thought, fearing what it might trigger. 

Jimin shakily reached forward for the phone lying in front of him. Taking quick and shallow breaths as his fingers wrapped around the case and picked up the gadget. He pressed on the home button, but he felt so weak it didn't work properly. He tried again. The screen glowing up, showing the lock screen wallpaper and the list of notifications. 

He brought the phone closer to himself, entering the password and drawing down the list of notifications. 

And when he saw the message with the specific name, his heart felt as if it had almost stopped. The invisible string around his throat, loosening. But it didn't feel any better. It was no longer suffocating, or constricting. Now, he just felt sickeningly empty and numb. Like a shell case. So weak and frail.