𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃

5 | hearing her voice

When the pizzas and the Cokes finally arrive, Yoongi and I just slug on my sofa and feast on the delicious cream cheese crusts while jumping from one topic to another during our conversation. He's makes a great listener and he's an entertaining conversationalist for an introvert. When we begin talking about a subject, he listens carefully to what i'm sharing and then he breaks down the subject into smaller topics. Especially when we talk about Netflix shows, he's so passionate about defending a character or explaining why they don't deserve redemption. Yoongi's a fan of psychological thrillers. He doesn't particularly enjoy gore but he's intrigued by the mindset of a character. When he talks about psychopathic behaviors he almost sounds like a child talking about how awesome a super-villain is and it's funny to be honest. I don't think he has a lot of friends but that's probably because he's such a analytic person with a sharp intuition-no one can deceive him.

Apparently, computer science isn't his only niche. To my surprise, he has a YouTube channel where he posts videos about his major and coding tutorials. He also has another channel in which he reviews video games. He does livestreams whenever he has free time and I'd say he earns a decent amount of money.

From what I've gathered, he doesn't like exercising or he'd rather have his own private gym, because he doesn't like people looking at him, but that's kind of impossible since well... he can't afford it.

He leaves around ten and I collect the boxes and the aluminum cans of Coke and put them in bags so that I'd recycle them tomorrow when I leave for uni. I wash and dry plates and glasses then head to my room with my cell in hand. I turn it on and so so many notifications pop up. Evelyn has called over a hundred times and I know I'm probably being a dick for not answering her but I don't want to talk to her while she's crying. She's probably furious about me leaving without giving her further notice but I did tell her that we are breaking up. She said some things she didn't mean and left the house. I don't want her to try to convince me to move back just until she gets her shit together. I really really want to see her again, touch her-but our relationship is getting out of hand.

She calls for what it seems to be the bazillionth time and I find myself swiping my thumb over the green circle sign.

I want to hear her voice.

"Jimin?" Evelyn' panicked voice says. "J-Jimin are you there?"

I missed her.

"I'm here." I say lowly and lean against my desk.

"What the actual fuck Jimin!" Evelyn yells. "Why did you leave?"

"Evelyn," I start but she cuts me. I can hear sniffles and her voice is hoarse. Evelyn crying is like taking a stab in the heart.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She groans.

"We broke up Evelyn." I say. "We are over."

"You might have told me that you were gonna move out but you didn't have the fucking decency to tell me when!"

"Evelyn-"

"I need you," she cries "I need you so bad. I didn't mean the things I said to you-I was just-"

"Angry."

"Yes," Sure she did call me a man-whore and a cheating bastard for hanging out with my best friend when her boyfriend died but I really don't want to get into this right now.

"That's no excuse." I say coldly. "You told me to choose between Lexi and you. That was seriously fucked up considering the shit she was going through."

"Jimin please," she says. "I wasn't good at the time with studies and work and-"

"I don't care." I say firmly.