MACADAMIA. | jikook

09

he settles on just a plain donut hoodie (that he may or may not have stolen from jeongguks drawer last month, he'll never admit) and drapes himself over the couch that sat settled in front of the tv the two bought together.

he groans and pulls the hoodie over his head, tightening the strings as tightly as they can go.

he has to think over what excactly happened.

he recalls saying that he longs for that "agressiveness" from jeongguk, but damn.

he certainly didnt mean it like that.

he was expecting the dominant attitude, the one laced with sexual desire, lust. the one where his voice drops an octave or two lower than his normal tone. the one where he has jimin dropped down on his knees, begging to be fucked hard.

not the one where jimin feels small under his glare. or where jimin is begging to just die in a hole right then and there. not the one where jimin feels more stupid than hes ever been.

jimin groans again, this time burying his face into the pillow to silence out the ear-peircing scream he let out into the fabric.

"so fucking stupid, jimin! so stupid! how could you let him just..! argh!"

after a few moments of scolding himself, he begins to cry. by now, hes staring at the ceiling, watching the wooden ceiling fan spin counter-clockwise at a medium speed.

it seems as if its mocking him, because hes going around in circles by trusting jeongguk.

he isnt getting anywhere with it, and he hates it.

"fuck you!" he yells to no one in particular, chucking a stray napkin at the fan to show his anger.

the napkin doesnt make it however (hes not surprised, because... science), but he is the least bit disappointed since it barely makes it three feet above the ground, before it begins to float back onto the tiled floor, despite how fucking hard jimin tried to throw it.

sometime during his endless sobbing into the home sweet home pillow jeongguk made, he somehow manages to make out the sound of his hushed ringtone going off from its spot nesstled between two cushions.

he groans for the third time in the past five minutes, this time a longer, drawn out groan pushing out of his throat as he crawls over to get it.

its from taehyung.

he immideately answers with the best tone he can give, though, even with that, taehyung is still questioning if hes okay.

maybe his soft sniffles and groggy tone gave it away.

"are you alright?" taehyung asks jimin in the most affectionate tone possible, and jimin thanks the lord he has such a caring friend like him.

"'m fine.." jimin whispers, "anyways, u-um, i called you earlier because i wanted to- uh.."

"uhh??"

"welllll... i wanted to tell you that.. um, i fucked up with jeongguk.." jimin pauses and sighs. "...again.."

taehyung groans over the phone before he replies to jimins statement. "how badly?"

"horribly?" jimin says quietly, but it comes out more as a question than it did a statement.

"wanna talk about it?"

"not really, but i have to get it out somehow, i guess."

jimin fumbles over his words as he speaks, unusually shy with his best friend as he explains the situation to him.

"and so... im so confused, and i feel like a fucking idiot, taehyung!"

"no, you arent an idiot. i dont know this jeongguk kid, but he seems like a pissy asshole."

"i- dont say that! hes just.. on his man period!" jimin begins to laugh, trying to replace his cries with his dry humour. "a-and i think he needs a TAEmpon!"

theres dead silence on the other line as jimin completely loses it at the hilarious pun hes made.

soon enough, jimin stops laughing altogether, whispering a soft and sad, "laugh please.."

theres only faked laughter on taehyungs end, obviously forced, if the monotone laughs are anything to go by. "ahaha, that wasnt funny, haha!"

jimin rolls his eyes and whines quietly before taehyung returns to the situation at hand.

"so um. thinking you came to me for advice."

"yeah, i did."

"i'll- i'll come back to you on that, okay?"

"huh? what do you mean youll-"

"i uh, hope you feel better. ill call you back later, alright? i gotta.. um.. do my homework. peace!!"

and with that, taehyung hangs up, and jimin slips into the deafening silence of the room once more.

he wondered why taehyung sounded so nervous all of a sudden, and why he seemed so in a hurry to hang up.

maybe he was a little weirded out by jimins story, because he techincally just "came out" to his friend in the strangest way possible.

fuck.

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oH OKAY OKAY GUYS. SO AT FIRST I WASNT TOO SURE WHERE EXACTLY I WAS GOING WITH THIS SHITTY ASS STORY, BUT IVE GOT A REAL FUCKING STORYLINE. A STORYLINE I TELL YA!!

IT DOESNT GET "DEEP" PER SAY??? i MEAN NOT TOO DEEP BUT THERES DEFINITELY MORE TO IT THAN WHAT I ORIGINALLY HAD PLANNED.

IVE GOT THIS ENTIRE THING MAPPED OUT JAKDKDJ.

ILL TRY TO SLOWLY INCORPORATE THE STORYLINE INTO THIS.

ALSO I WANNA SAY THANKS TO ALL THE VOTES AND READS AND COMNENTS (though most of them are me replying to you and dragging out the conversation but that doesnt matter coz yall still comment) THIS HAS GOTTEN!!! SJDKDJAKDKDJ ILY ALL ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥