Jinkook | Our Journey

20.

*Jin POV*

I was on my laptop, scrolling through some memes I found on a page, looking at post after post.

Every so often, I giggled. Jimin looked up from his laptop.

"What?" He asked.

"Check what I just sent you," I said in reply. He checked and saw, laughing too.

These moment with Jimin were the moments I didn't totally hate my life.

After Yoongi had left, I had spent a good half hour trying to get Jimin to spill on what he had talked to Yoongi about.

Jimin had refused.

After a while, I gave up. Whatever it was couldn't be that great, anyway.

My head suddenly filled with thoughts of Jungkook. Again.

I shook my head slightly, disappointed in myself.

I couldn't think about him anymore. He didn't love me. Maybe I could pretend I didn't love him until it became true.

But I missed him. So much.

I turned my attention back to the memes page, and continued scrolling. I really had to stop thinking about him.

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"Why can't I just go to dinner in what I'm wearing?" I asked, frowning.

Yoongi was home. I had stayed upstairs when he arrived, and Jimin had gone downstairs to see him. I had not bothered to ask again why he and Yoongi were acting so weird.

It had crossed my mind that maybe they had something... going on.

Yoongi and Jimin, I meant.

I didn't know how I would feel abut that, if it were true. But I guess it was what I deserved. I had practically stolen Yoong's best friend. Maybe it was only fair that he stole mine.

I shuddered as I pictured them 'together' in that way, and then shook my head at myself. Jimin and Yoongi irritated each other highly. There was no way that anything was going on between them.

So why did they look so edgy at my questions?

And, even more strangely, why were they concerned about what I was wearing to this family dinner?

"Just wear something... Nicer." Jimin eventually said, answering my question.

I looked down at myself. I was wearing jeans and a hoodie and mismatched socks.

"Why?" I asked. Sure, what I was wearing wasn't great, but what did it matter? Who cared what I wore?

Jimin sighed and so did Yoongi.

"Okay. Whatever." Yoongs muttered, backing out of my bedroom. Jimin followed.

I stared after them.

What was going on?!

I shut my laptop, abandoning it on my bed, and lay down, staring at the celing.