"Hey Jimin."
"Yes (Y/N)?"
"We're best friends, right?"
"Of course we are! Why do you ask?"
"When we get older, have a job, or possibly if one of us moves to another country, will we always be best friends?"
"(Y/N)... why are you saying all of this?"
"I don't know... it just came up to my mind..."
"That's weird..."
"Pinky promise?"
"For what?"
"To never leave each others side when we get older, to be there for each other when one of us gets sad, and to sort things out when we get angry at each other."
"Pinky promise... but we're 8 years old, we're not even teenagers yet! We still have a bunch of time to hang out with each other!"
"Shhhhh! It's better to make this promise earlier than later."
"You sure talk weird for a 8 year old-"
"Shut up!"
.
As they grew older,
The both were oblivious as to how difficult it was to keep such a promise.
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A week has passed after the unfortunate event that happened inside Jimin's apartment. Over the week, both Jimin and Jungkook never recieved a text message or a phone call from her.
Jungkook was completely fine about it but it was her wellbeing and mental state that worried him, Jimin on the other hand was already used to this kind of treatment from her.
This time though, that specific night must have clicked something inside Jimin's mind because all of a sudden, he became tremendously concerned about her, probably more than Jungkook, which was highly unexpected. Throughout that whole week, he would anxiously look at his phone screen, waiting for a call to pop up. He would get nervous by every ding of a notification, hoping that it would be a text from his childhood friend.
'Why not go to her house?'
He would continuously ask himself but he knew that he couldn't, it was a stupid question to think about anyways. As one of the most famous k-pop idols in the industry and in the country, who knows how many fans would recognize and attack him while he's strolling through the city.
Each and every day of that week, he fell down a huge rabbit hole, feeling completely hopeless and pathetic.
Jimin sat down on the dirty couch as he placed his elbows on top of his knees while putting his head on the palms of his hands. The amount of beer bottles thrown around the room seem to be never ending. Whenever he would try to walk around the living room, there was a 70% chance his feet would most likely get a cut by a broken glass bottle.
He contemplated on what to do.
But that's the problem.
He didn't know what to do.
'If only that bastard didn't show up...'
Gripping tightly onto his hair, he groaned out in frustration by how unfair this situation was for him.
'If only I never went to that place...'
Jimin took a small glance at a unopened beer bottle placed on top of the glass coffee table. The temptation to rip the metal cap off and chug the disgusting liquid was unbearable.
'If only that bastard had never gotten out of jail...'
His hand reached out towards the bottle out of instinct. How badly he wanted to stop himself but he just couldn't. Grabbing the bottle opener that was on the other side of the coffee table, he pried the cap open and immediately placed the opening of the bottle on his lips. The liquid cascaded down from both the corners of his mouths to his chin as he chugged the beer down his throat.
In under a minute or two, he had finished the entire bottle.
His 5th bottle of the day.
'If only he never blackmailed me...'
Using the sleeve of his sweater, he wiped the leftover liquid off his face as he tightened his hold on the bottle with his other hand. Raising the bottle over his head, he chucked it down towards the coffee table.
The whole table completely went into shatters, the glass colliding down to the wooden floor as a few pieces pierced through his feet. The only thing that was still remaining was the metal frame that was originally holding the glass into place.
'If only he wasn't a relative...'
Yelling out in agony, he grabbed the frame and threw it towards the concrete wall. A few chunks of concrete fell down to the floor. After living in this apartment for a long time, he was still surprised that he hasn't been kicked out yet because of the loud ruckus he would always make.
The man squatted down to the floor, oblivious as to how much blood surrounded his feet. Wrapping his arms around his legs, he tucked his head in.
'If only he wasn't my fucking father...'
Jimin stayed in that position for minutes as the pain from his feet gradually reduced.
'If only...'
A ring from his phone echoed throughout the living room. Of course, he would act fast and check if it was (Y/N) who was calling him but at this point, he didn't have the motivation to stand up.
'If only I had been a better son... this wouldn't be happening...'
Tears escaped his eyes as he hugged himself more tighter. A couple more rings erupted from the phone until it came to a stop, making the room become silent. He expected that person to call him again but they never did.
Sobs and whimpers escaped his mouth as he wiped his cheeks with the sleeve of his sweater.
Oh how bad he wanted (Y/N) to comfort him, to engulf him in a warm hug, to tell him that everything would be okay. But of course, that was all in his imagination.
It was as if he went back to square one. Back to when he was a child. Back to when he never met (Y/N).
He was lonely once again.
That thought only caused him to shed more tears.
After so long in that position, his legs began to hurt. The man slowly stood up and stumbled a bit, a few cracks could be heard here and there. Wiping away the rest of his tears, he mindlessly walked towards his phone. His thumb pressed the button on the side of the phone to turn the device on and when he saw the single notification on his lockscreen, his brown eyes widened in disbelief.
Missed call from (Y/N)
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(Y/N) laid down flat on ber back on top of her bed, her arms and her legs were spread out.
All she could think about was that night. The whole week, she had been avoiding her phone to cope with her mental state but for some reason, she had a feeling that something was going on with Jimin. She tried to ignore that feeling for the whole week but that eventually lead her to feeling stressed out about it.
Is he sad? Is he mad? Is he crying?
Those were the questions she would ask herself everyday, every single hour throughout the week. Now that the week was over, she felt that she hadn't done any progress in coping with her mental state. It felt worse than before.
She lifted herself up from the bed but felt an incoming headache rush through her head.
"Ow..." She groaned quietly as she tightly shut her eyes. Rubbing her temples to soothe down the pain, her arm reached towards the bedside table.
Feeling the small cylinder container on the tips of her fingers, she picked it up and opened the lid. She turned the container downwards for a small pill to roll out and land on the palm of her hand.
Pill in hand, she threw the circular pill to the inside her mouth and grabbed the glass of water from the bedside table to wash it down.
This process has been going on for quite some time now.
She didn't know how the headaches started to happen but she knew that it had something to do with Jimin since she had never felt anything like this before his behavior started to change.
As the headache started to subside, the (H/C) haired girl took a quick glance at her phone which was just laying comfortably on top of the bedside table.
'What if people have been messaging me? What if someone important called me? What if Jimin was in trouble?'
"Fuck..." Another headache started to pound on her head.
'I should really stop overthinking stuff...'
She reached over to her phone and turned it on. Surprisingly, there was literally no notifications displayed on the screen. As much as she was happy about it, it also made her feel sad.
She would've thought that Jungkook might've texted her but there wasn't anything.
Mindlessly tapping on random apps and scrolling through recent news that have happened, she landed on her final destination. Jimin's contact number. Without any hesitation, she tapped on the call button and waited for him to pick up.
He never picked up.
Sighing in defeat, she laid back down again and placed her phone on the top of her stomach. The girl could only think about him. About how this all could have happened and how to help him through this rough time. Although she had been pushed away countless of times and cried over him, that night was definitely a start to something.
If she could go back in time to that night, she wished that she would have never asked him that question. He'll eventually answer the question but, how long would that take?
A few more months? What if it takes a year?
The girl cluthed her phone as another headache started to form. The pills she had been taking used to work perfectly long ago but now, it feels like it's not even working at all.
Suddenly, the device on her hand started to buzz. Sighing, she lifted the phone up to see who was calling her. Rereading the name all over and all over again, she immediately sat up straight and let out a loud gasp. Due to the quick movement, the headache worsened and made her feel super nauseous. After a couple of moments of trying to recover, she looked back at the screen in disbelief.
Jiminie is calling...
'Is this a dream? Is Jimin really calling me?'
She rubbed her eyes to see if what she was looking at in front of her was actually real and not some kind of joke. Jimin would never do something like this. Reality finally hit her as a large smile began to form on her face from excitement and happiness. Couple of seconds later, she pressed the answer button and placed the phone against her ear.
"Hey..."
Jimin cleared his throat from the other side of the phone.
"Hey..."
She giggled at his response, making the man become flustered.
"W-what?" He stuttered.
"This is a first..." Her giggles died down as a soft smile appeared on her face.
"I never would have thought you would call me. Ever."
The line went silent.
"Jimin?" She asked, pushing her phone more against her ear.
"You idiot..." He started, "You were the one who called me first... of course I had to call you back."
Jimin's voice was unusually deeper than normal and definitely husky. She didn't mind though, she was just glad to finally here his voice through the phone.
"You usually don't do this whenever I call you though." She replied back.
He went silent.
"Sorry sorry." The girl quickly apologized as she let out a nervous laughter.
"Why did you call?" He asked. In all honesty, Jimin was also happy to hear her voice and the occasional laughs she would make here and there.
'Why did I call?' The girl thought to herself as she furrowed her eyebrows. She honestly didn't know why, it just sort of happened.
"I..."
"I don't know." She answered truthfully as she bit the inside of her mouth and twirled her hair with her index finger. "I guess I just wanted to know how you're doing."
"(Y/N)..." Jimin began but stopped himself from continuing. He didn't want to start an arguement again, it'll just he more bothersome for him.
"Hm?" She replied back.
"I... it's nothing... I've been doing fine, you don't have to worry about me."
The girl pouted from his response.
"You do know that whenever you say that you make me get more worried about you."
"I said that I'm fine."
Both of then went quiet. Jimin repeatedly cursed under his breath at himself by that stupid response. As Jimin was about to apologize to her, (Y/N) interrupted him.
"I'm sorry."
The man began to panic, "N-no it's my fault. I shouldn't have said that-"
"No." She intercepted quickly, which caught him off guard. "I'm sorry about what happened last week..."
"I shouldn't have yelled at you, I shouldn't have asked you that question, and I should have listened to you." She took in a deep breath. "I'm sorry for always bothering you and for always trying to get in your business but I'm just really scared and worried about you..."
"Remember that promise we made? Back when we were young?"
Jimin's heart stopped for a second.
"To always be there for each other when one of us gets sad and to sort things out when we're angry at each other..."
"(Y/N), stop."
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to say all of that... just in case you hung up on me..."
The man widened his eyes in shock.
"Do you really think I would hang up on you?"
Her face started to burn, a deep red blush could be noticeably seen forming on the surface of her cheeks. One thing for sure was that she was glad Jimin didn't see it.
"Stop, you sound weird..."
He deadpanned at his phone.
"What do you mean?"
She took a second to respond, thinking of how to carefully phrase her words. "You're usually angry all the time, it's weird hearing you sound so calm."
"I like it though... but I'm already so used to you yelling at me so it still kind of hard to comprehend what you're saying right now. Am I still dreaming? Are you really calling me?" She let out an awkward chuckle.
"You shouldn't get used to it..."
The blush on her face died down.
"It's fine. I guess since I've known you for so long, I became used to everything you do."
He became silent.
Her heart beat quickened.
'Omg, why did I say that?!'
The girl face palmed herself as she covered her face with her hand in embarrassment.
"Please forget what I said! Oh my god I feel so embarrassed- I'm so sorry if that made you feel awkward, oh god now I feel awkward-"
"I hate you."
Her body stiffened in place.
"What?-"
"I fucking hate you."
"Jimin, you're not making any sense-"
"Why are you always so nice? It's so fucking annoying... I hate it..."
She closed her eyes as she began to think. She knew from his tone of voice that he was lying, but the way he phrased it really hurt.
"That's just my nature you know?"
The man stayed silent once again.
She stayed silent aswell.
An awkward silence arose from the both of them. Before the quietness would get any worse, (Y/N) broke the silence.
"Last week, I saw Jungkookie standing in front of the apartment building. We talked for a bit but he never mentioned to me about you not wanting to take part of the album..." She stopped herself from telling him that she and the youngest cried because of him.
The man furrowed his eyebrows in anger. Not because of her mentioning him, it was because of the nickname.
Is this what you call jealousy?
"You should apologize to him."
"Why are you talking about him?"
She gave out a sigh, "You do know how much he's trying to help you."
"I know but-"
"You should at least try to hear him out, he's been stressing over this for a while now."
He became silent.
"Please?"
"For fucks sake... fine. But I'm not making any promises."
She chuckled in response, causing Jimin to get all flustered again.
"Thank you..."
A couple seconds of silence passed.
"I miss this..."
Jimin lifted his eyebrow in confusion.
"Miss what?"
Her hand reached over to her blanket which was draped over her legs and clutched the cotton fabric.
"I miss talking to you like this over the phone."
"I miss your old self."
He became still silent, listening to every word she was saying. It reminded him of what she said back at his apartment.
"I miss the way you used to act."
"I miss the way you and the group would always be together."
"I just..."
"I miss you."
She dropped her phone on the bed and internally cringed at what she said. Pulling her legs up to her chest, she wrapped her arms around it and rested her forehead on her knees, not knowing that a couple of tears had begun to form on the corners of her eyes.
She really did miss talking to him on the phone. It reminded her of when they would stay up all night for hours talking to each other when they were younger.
"You idiot..."
Jimin replied as his voice drifted off. He instantly bit the inside of his mouth to stop himself from tearing up.
"I..."
"I'm sorry..."
He quietly muttered, it was barely even audible. He bet that (Y/N) didn't hear it judging by the silence from her side of the phone.
With shakey hands, he pulled the device away from his ear and stared at the name of his childhood friend that was displayed on the screen, not caring that his vision was beginning to turn blurry. What he actually wanted to say to her was...
'I miss you too...'
Letting the tear droplets fall on the device's screen, he accidentally let out a loud sniff.
"Jimin, are you-"
He hung up.
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