Jimin

    "Oh, I thought you'd be at work." I say stopping short when I see Taehyung sitting in the kitchen the next morning.

    "I overslept so I was just gonna go in a little later." He says without looking away from his computer.

    "Are you hungry?" I ask walking over to the fridge and setting my journal down on the counter.

    "No, I'm alright." He responds before silence falls over the room.

I wasn't used to having him here in the morning and for some reason it felt a bit awkward.

    "I was going to stop by and see Yoongi later, is that okay?" I ask cautiously.

    "You know how I feel about you being friends with him, Jimin." He sighs.

    "I know, but he got me a gift for my birthday and I promised I'd come by to get it." I say. "I won't be there long, I promise. Please?"

He closes his laptop and stands. "I don't care, I'm going to get ready for work."

    "Okay." I say, biting back a smile as he leaves the kitchen.

I grab my journal and take his seat at the table.

10/14/19

I'm going to see Yoongi today, I'm kind of excited to see what he got me for my birthday, even if it isn't a cotton candy maker.

My head kind of hurts right now but I can't really take anything we have in the house on an empty stomach.

I'm on a new diet by the way, it's called intermittent fasting.

I basically fast for 16 hours a day and eat for 8.

The videos I've watched on it make it look affective enough.

I have to go to work after I see Yoongi, there's probably manuscripts already piling up that need editing.

I know I've been kind of sad lately but I'm trying to be happier when I write, you don't deserve to be stuffed with all my problems so I'll keep them to myself.

I'll go now, thanks for listening.

10/14/19                         11:11am.

Ps. Make a wish!!

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Yoongi

There's a knock on the front door at around one and I leave my room to answer.

Luckily Hoseok left the house a while ago after our argument.

I still wasn't over it and I wouldn't be until he realized how fucked up he was being.

When I open the door Jimin stands there with a smile.

He's wearing his glasses, something he never does when he's in public.

"Hey." I say letting him in. "Are you still sick?"

"Hm?" He hums before realizing why I was asking. "Oh, no. I just didn't feel like putting my contacts in."

    "You okay?" I ask, leading him into the living room.

    "Yeah." He chuckles. "Why are you worrying?"

    "I'm not. I just want to make sure okay and healthy. Both mentally and physically." I say. "You sit there and I'll get your gift."

    "Okay." He says sitting down as I run to my room.

When I come back he's looking down at his phone with a frown. "You good?"

He looks up with a start, a smile taking over his features. "Yeah. I'm fine."

    "Alright. Now." I say sitting next to him. "They aren't gum ball machines or anything like that but I hope you like them."

He takes the wrapped packages. "I love them already, Yoongi. Thank you."

I chuckle as he hugs me. "You haven't even opened them, Jims."

He laughs and pulls away from the hug. "Alright."

He tears open the package carefully, I never understood why he treated wrapping paper like it had feelings.

    "Yoongi." He says in awe when he sees the first gift.

It's a scrapbook that I had customized at the craft store, it says Jimin's Scrapbook.

Original, I know.

    "I know you've been keeping a scrapbook since grade nine, so. I figured you might need a knew one by now." I say with a nonchalant shrugs.

    "Thank you, I love it." He smiles, his eyes disappearing.

    "The other one." I say, ignoring the flutter in my chest.

He opens the smaller package, his smile growing when he sees the journal, also engraved.

    "Yoongs." He says looking down at the items.

    "Oh. Your card." I say grabbing the envelope from the coffee table.

He takes it and opens it, when he opens the card he finds the gift card I got him.

    "It's for the day spa. I know you sit at a desk most days so if your back starts hurting or something you can go. It's good for five visits." I explain.

    "Yoongi. You shouldn't have done all this." Jimin says, looking down at his gifts.

    "I literally spent less than fifty dollars." I say. "I'm sure Taehyung got you something way more expensive."

Jimin chuckles softly and engulfs me in another hug. "Thank you, Yoongi. It means so much to me, it really does."

I hug him back. "You're welcome, happy birthday."

He pulls away from the hug. "Here, I'll clean this up."

   "No, it's fine. I got it." I stand and gather the paper quickly. "How was the party?"

He stands and follows me to the kitchen. "It was okay. We didn't stay long."

    "I heard you guys set a date." I say throwing the trash away.

"Yeah, well our parents did actually." Jimin says, sighing softly.

I nod, leaning against the counter, I have to tell him.

What kind of friend would I be if I kept this to myself, even if he gets up he deserves to know.

"What's wrong, Yoongs?" Jimin asks after I fall silent.

I sigh. "Come sit down, Jimin."

He looks confused but sits at the kitchen table anyway. "What's wrong?"

I sit down across from him. "I don't really know how to tell you this, but it's about Taehyung. Well, you and Taehyung I guess."

Jimin nods, letting me continue, his expression still confused.

"I-..." I try to start, but the thought of crushing Jimin's heart takes my words.

"What is it, Yoongi?" He asks. "What's wrong?"

"I think he's cheating on you, Jimin." I say, even though I'm positive that he is.

He falls silent, his gaze shifting away for a moment before returning to my eyes. "What makes you say that?"

"I'm sorry, Jimin." I say, the hurt in his eyes making me apologize for some reason. "I didn't want to keep this from you, I didn't~"

"No, it's okay." He says quickly. "I-... I already know."

"What?" I ask in disbelief, making him fall silent.

His eyes shift down and he swallows hard. "It's okay, I already know."

"Jimin~"

"No." He says cutting me off, his eyes falling shut as he fights his emotions. "I already know what you're going to say and I really don't want to hear it. I'm sorry."

"Jimin." I say anyway. "What~ why are you~"

"You don't understand, Yoongi. So please." He says, looking at me with tearful eyes. "Please just tell me how you found out."

"I overheard Hoseok talking to one of his friends~"

"Who?"

"He was saying that he and Taehyung were seeing each other~"

"Who, Yoongi?" Jimin asks leaning forward.

"Jungkook." I say. "Jungkook and Taehyung have been seeing each other."

Jimin's expression changes, I can't quite interpret it.

"Jimin?" I ask after he stares for a while.

He blinks, looking around before speaking. "I'm sorry, Yoongi. I think I should go."

"Jimin, I~"

"No, no. I'm not mad at you. I'm fine really." He lies, forcing a smile. "Thank you for my gifts. They were really thoughtful. I love them."

"Jimin." I say, knowing he's definitely taking this too well.

"I'll call you. Okay? Thanks." He says before going to the living and grabbing his keys and gifts. "Bye, Yoongs."

"Bye, Jimin. Please call if you aren't okay." I say following him to the front door.

He smiles, it's fake. "I will. Thanks again."

I sigh as I watch him get in his car and drive off.

I didn't make a mistake by telling him, did I?

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