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Jimin stared at the principal’s face, incredulous, eyes that threatened to pop out of their sockets, away from his petrified face.
The principal, oblivious to his shock, from the seat of the large wooden desk, kept looking between papers and files, searching, glancing, leaving aside irrelevant sheets that accumulated around him, forming what we could call a future disaster, Imperturbably concentrated, he wiped the sweat from his forehead from time to time and he cursed between his teeth he cursed at the little breeze that came through the wide-opened window to his right, being poorly helped by the mini fan placed over some old boxes and books as support, dragging helplessly its lasts days.
- Wait a bit longer, it has to be around here- said an older black-haired man in his fifties, his age, elegantly showing around his mouth and eyes, he looked at Jimin for an instant to immediately resume his search.
- ... - Jimin said nothing, understandably, he was still in a catatonic state while he tried to justify the current situation, and despite the fact that this morning he had already witnessed situations in his opinion "curious", this had been the definitive manifestation of this unassimilable madness.
“What should I do ?! How do I tell him that we did not send the request ?!” -Jimin heard the man… think?
THAT MORNING
On the morning of that same day, Jimin woke up, not by his own will but because of the impertinent sun that dared to pass through his window and attack his face, between grunting and kicking he got up, just then a stabbing headache reminded him that he had had a couple of too many drinks the night before. All because he didn't know how to cope in a healthy way with his wounded heart.
He knew that day was bound to come, but he simply wanted to continue feeding the delusional thought that even if it was not his most desired situation, Jungkook would at least continue to be like his little brother, needing him, calling him, and looking for him only, he feared this day, the day in which Jungkook would slowly and inevitably move away from him until they became friends who meet once a year to remind each other of their mutual existence and yesterday that day came, the beginning of the end, he felt how feelings began to accumulate in his throat, Forming a knot, he suppressed it.
-Fuck! -he cursed at the memory and launched a flurry of kicks and punches into the air that sent the pillows and cushions to the floor, peeling off the sheets.
Jimin, as a 25-year-old, with debts and responsibilities, perfectly understood that this was not the most mature way to respond to this situation, but he was hurt, at least that much should be allowed, right?
He looked at the clock and forced all memory and thought away
-oh shi-! - He jumped out of bed and showering was now a luxury that he could not afford, with a super-human speed he squeezed toothpaste on the toothbrush, opened and closed the water tap, and brushed his teeth aggressively, with the intention of being faster. He got dressed in the blink of an eye, and with the same speed, he took a yogurt and a muesli bar from the fridge and ran, as if the salvation of the world depended on it.
Once inside the bus, he managed to sit down, while with his hand on his chest he tried to catch his breath, gasping for air.
Today more than ever there was a lot of noise, too many people talking. And although he had not fully recovered his breath yet, a comment made him turn his neck like a boneless doll, horrified.
"If she was a couple of years older I'd hit that" A young man in his early 30s looked at a girl who was most likely around 16 years old, small, pretty, wearing a skirt more revealing than appropriate, but still obviously a student.
Jimin would not go looking for conflict, especially now that he had time against him, but his intense and uninterrupted gaze let the guy know how unpleasant and out of place he thought his comment was.
The Man eventually noticed and confused looked behind him, searching for the target of that look of murderous intent, but no one seemed to notice. Nervously, he pretended to be playing on his phone, avoiding Jimin’s eyes.
Jimin huffed and disapprovingly put on his headphones, while he randomly shuffled his favorite playlist at the moment.
After having been able to listen to almost five songs, he saw the area that he recognized as close to the university and got up after pressing the button on the bar. Disappointed, he turned off the music and waited for the doors to open before leaving.
"Ah ..! What a pretty face" Lamented a boy behind him, the courage of the comment surprised Jimin and he immediately turned to understand the situation, scaring a young man his age who had been caught staring at him, suddenly the situation became clear and a stream of blood rushed to their cheeks, staring at each other in shock.
Just then the alarm of the doors closing began to ring, as fast as he could, he gave the daring young man a smile, thanking him for the compliment, and then jumped off the bus running towards the huge white building, which as the emblem suggested was the National University of Arts of Korea.
"well, this is the first time a guy tries to flirt with me," he thought briefly while outlining a small cocky smile.
He ran against the wind that combed his platinum blonde hair exerting as much force as humanly possible in each step, he ran backpack in hand, his shirt failing to cover his toned complexion.
Jimin was not addicted to exercise, but he did just enough to feel comfortable. You could say that he liked to take care of himself, which he regarded as a necessary element for mental health and good self-esteem.
As he ran through the corridors ignoring the bustle and stares of the curious crowd, he could see the familiar face of one of his “Anatomy I” classmates, and he was already anticipating what she was going to say; they had been trying to get together to work on a project for a long time. They had to turn it in in two weeks and they had not yet agreed to meet, sometimes because of him, other times because of the other members, but ultimately because of collective disinterest. Anyways, now was not the time, he was late and his Future depended on it. He tried as much as possible to make a candid grimace, anticipating that she wanted to stop him to talk.
-Hey Jimin! I've been looking for you all ov- she couldn't finish her sentence as Jimin overran her with no intention of stopping to talk about it, she frowned, annoyed.
-I'm so sorry Yoona! Please send me a message! -He yelled as he ran past her
"You just want to put your name on the project right?" -Evidently annoyed she watched as she ran away.
“I swear I don’t, but I'm in a hurry right now!”- Jimin shouted, having already turned his back on his partner to continue running like a chased gazelle.
Yoona confused stared at Jimin's back as it became more and more distant.
-I'm here! - Jimin exclaimed as he violently slammed the door open, scaring the two people present, the principal sitting at his desk and in front of him another person, who judging by the briefcase and the papers he was holding could be a teacher or some insurance salesman.
-Jimin! You cannot enter my office like that! Wait outside, I call you when I'm done!- Jimin lowered his head to apologize, ashamed. He closed the door carefully, sweating and panting, he then collapsed on one of the chairs in front of the office.
Jimin had waited so long and had given his all to get that scholarship, he had filled out the applications, taken the pictures, renewed the passport ... that last one had been difficult.
Apparently, he had to have confirmed the date of the appointment twice and when the day arrived, almost a month later, it turns out that he had not requested the appointment correctly so it did not appear in the system, that day he sweated, begged and even bought food for one of the workers, who took pity on him and helped him on his break time, Jimin knew it, people are nice, well he had also gotten lucky that day, the woman who helped him had just returned from her maternity leave, if he had gone a day before, he would have gone home empty-handed.
After 10 minutes that seemed like 30, the insurance salesman professor said goodbye from the door frame, bowing in reverence.
"I can't wait to leave this job" Jimin saw the man, puzzled.
"Is it me or did that man just speak without opening his mouth?" Jimin’s eyes shamelessly followed this man as he disappeared through the halls.
-Jimin, you can come in - His tutor called out from his desk. Jimin settled his backpack on his shoulder and with a slight movement of the head, he greeted his teacher and carefully sat on the chair.
-Good morning Principal Lee, I came because you told me that at this time I could come to check the results of the request- He was interrupted by the alarmed voice of his tutor.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Jimin heard clearly inside his ears the voice of the principal, but as it had happened with the insurance salesman professor, he did not see him move his mouth!?
-Yes, the result of the scholarship, wait, I’ll look for the application number and we’ll look at it together- he said seriously as two small beads of sweat appeared on his face.
" What the hell…?" Jimin thought to himself, still astonished.
"Shit! I don't think I sent the request at all" - At another time, this would have angered him immensely and although he was annoyed, that annoyance was covered by a thick and heavy layer of confusion and astonishment, because the man kept speaking without moving his lips!!
Jimin stared at the principal’s face, incredulous, eyes that threatened to pop out of their sockets, away from his petrified face.
The principal, oblivious to his shock, from the seat of the large wooden desk, kept looking between papers and files, searching, glancing, leaving aside irrelevant sheets that accumulated around him, forming what we could call a future disaster, Imperturbably concentrated, he wiped the sweat from his forehead from time to time and he cursed between his teeth he cursed at the little breeze that came through the wide-opened window to his right, being poorly helped by the mini fan placed over some old boxes and books as support, dragging helplessly its lasts days.
- Wait a bit longer, it has to be around here- said an older black-haired man in his fifties, his age, elegantly showing around his mouth and eyes, he looked at Jimin for an instant to immediately resume his search.
- ... - Jimin said nothing, understandably, he was still in a catatonic state while he tried to justify the current situation, and despite the fact that this morning he had already witnessed situations in his opinion "curious", this had been the definitive manifestation of this unassimilable madness.
“What should I do ?! How do I tell him that we did not send the request ?!” -Jimin heard the man… think?
THE PREVIOUS NIGHT
Jimin looked at his watch, 6:45 pm, and they were supposed to meet at 6:30 pm, how could it be that all his friends were so late and irresponsible? It is true that he was the one who always arrived a little late, well scratch that, maybe very late, but still for once he was early, and today had to be the day they were late, they would hear him, frustrated he combed his hair back with his hand, and he could see how they all arrived together as if they had agreed to meet without him, he frowned and approached them at a brisk pace.
-how do you all have the very little shame of showing up together, when I've been waiting for half an hour? - Jimin complained slightly pursing his lips together.
-My little Jimin-ie!-Taehyung a boy of the same age as Jimin came forward to pinch the cheeks of his friend trying to downplay the seriousness of his claim.
-Do you want to die?! Call me small one more time and I'll cut off your penis!- The two looked down in search of the member at risk, Jimin looked at him with a smile that shone with malice, and Taehyung, horrified, covered himself and walked away while the others laughed, for everyone seeing the two arguing was nothing weird, they were the unofficial comic duo that reminded everyone that they did not have a simple friendship but something more similar to a brotherhood.
- It wasn't even half an hour! It's only been 20 minutes! -He claimed still protecting his manhood.
-You have no right to complain, you are always late regardless of how urgent it is- Min Yoongi with a reproachful look and serious tone, came out in defense of the group, Yoongi is two years older than Jimin, and although the relationship between them is good, their dynamic consists in the older constantly picking on the younger for his own amusement, although Yoongi had a special weakness for the younger and favored him in more serious situations.
-But, I came early today, you could’v… -he complained crestfallen, in an almost inaudible voice, after all, he was right, but Jimin still felt it was unfair- I'm sorry I’m always late -he said ashamed. "But at least this time you should have apologized," he thought displeased.
- Don't worry Jimin-ah, we know how long it takes for you to get ready and we always arrive half an hour later- Jung Hoseok confessed, Jung Hoseok is a charismatic 26-year-old young man who was currently receiving all types of death glares from the whole group "How could you?" he could pretty much hear them say, but he couldn't bear to see Jimin like that, and it really wasn't an inconvenience for them, so he just tried to ease the younger’s guilt, he thought.
-Wha-? - Jimin was going to argue but got interrupted by Hoseok, who, resting an arm on his shoulder, directed him towards the entrance of the restaurant where they had decided to meet.
- Don't think about it too much, let’s go, the night is short! -Hoseok turned to look at the rest of his friends smiling apologetically for having revealed the secret that everyone diligently kept and five boys followed him into the restaurant.
The place was big with opaque lighting, a cozy atmosphere, and wooden decoration, the smell of food, old paintings, and the warm temperature, made this restaurant the favorite place for group hangouts where they always meet to celebrate and not celebrate anything and everything.
On this occasion, to get off to a good start for the new semester that started the next day, after a summer of emotions and memorable moments made it too short; from diving, and pedal boating, to parties and movie nights in between. From having fun to the semester arriving, they weren't ready for it, but considering that two of its members would be graduating shortly, they decided to start with good energy.
Jimin knew that he would need to go to the toilet more than once, so he sat on the corner of the single sofa against the wall, next to him sat Jungkook, he was a 23-year-old young man, the youngest of the group, a shy boy, but kind and cheerful, next to Jungkook sat Namjoon, a 26-year-old boy, with an imposing but kind appearance, for whom everyone felt great admiration and respect, in front of Namjoon was Jin, the oldest of the group, he was 28 years old, a cheerful guy capable of dissipating any type of tension with a joke.
Taehyung had sat in front of Jungkook, and next to Hoseok, Yoongi as always had gone to find an empty chair due to the lack of space to sit between Hoseok and Jimin at the head of the table, if asked he would pretend indifference but he liked that place, mainly because of the false sense of power that this place gave him, from which he could see perfectly everyone at the table.
Now more comfortable and without coats, they asked the new waitress (who had not been working for more than a month) to bring them the drinks.
-Do you want something different today? - The girl asked sympathetically and the group of young people looked at each other, seeing that no one said anything, Yoongi replied
-apparently not today, just give us the usual- with a grimace, he thanked the girl as she put her notepad in the pocket of her apron, and approached the wooden counter to talk to the cook.
-I'm not sure I’m in the mood to celebrate, I don't miss having to get up at 7:00, Hoseok complained, running his hands through his hair in frustration.
- Come on, you can't be like this, we are supposed to start the semester on the right foot.- Namjoon reproached trying to lighten the atmosphere.- look at the bright side, we’ll go out more.- he said while looking suggestively at Hoseok and looking for Jin’s support.
-Right, besides this will be our last semester- Jin said animatedly taking Taehyung by the neck, choking him slightly, without paying much attention.
-That's not as encouraging as you think- Taehyung wanted to argue rubbing his neck.- But you're right, let's not talk about it, better tell, what have you done when we haven't met? - Taehyung suggestively said while wagging his eyebrows and looking for some telltale reaction Hoseok who was looking at something on his phone and suddenly looked at Jungkook, causing the rest to imitate him, Jimin turned on his seat.
Jungkook suddenly felt trapped, he looked at his friends, agitated he tried to explain. - Hoseok-hyung and I have been seeing some people from another dance academy that we met at the February event.- he unlocked his phone purposelessly, seeking to downplay the whole thing, avoiding Jimin’s confused eyes.
- and ... - Taehyun pressed evidently unsatisfied with his explanation
-Nothing else!- the redness in his cheeks was visible and his defensive tone gave him away even more. Hoseok wanted to fuel the fun.
- and today he has a date with a girl from the group that won at the festival - everyone whistled and howled like caged animals, while Jimin, remained still, petrified, since when ?, since when is Jungkook having such casual dates with girls? Since when has he been seeing that girl? Since when did he stop telling Jimin these things? As he remembers Jungkook couldn't even be a meter away from a girl without sweating and starting to act like a wet robot, Jimin frowned and turned his head watching as the waitress approached them with the drinks and not realizing Taehyung's candid look, who had noticed his reaction.
"Guys, here are your drinks." She kindly placed the tray on the corner of the table between Yoongi and Jimin.
-Thank you umh ... -Jimin putting aside his thoughts, directed a slight smile to the girl, Jimin is not the type of person to dump on others his tragedies, not that it was a tragedy, right?
"Choi Hyeojin," Hyeojin offered matching the sympathy of the flirtatious young man to her left, while the rest watched the interaction. Jimin seeing the reciprocity with a smile, said flirtatiously:
-Thank you very much Hyeojin.- to which Hyeojin, with feigned disinterest, replied
- No need, call me if you need anything.- she turned around quickly and headed towards the kitchen again, covering the light crimson color that was beginning to rise to her cheeks, innocently Jimin turned around to face the group, they looked at him with disapproval, holding back the laughter.
-You are the worst!- Yoongi reproached as he tickled the side of the little rascal with his fingers.
- I did nothing! hahaha - Jimin laughed and arched his back to the side almost falling from the chair, instigating in the other the desire to continue.
-Don't lie, you love teasing! -Yoongi said while laughing as he incessantly prodded the younger’s ribs and stomach.
-No!.. Hahaha .. swear ... no hahaha-Jimin tried to articulate out of breath while the others at the table laughed at the scene, Jungkook took a sip of his lemonade.
- Well, how many credits have you taken? I took 5 this semester, I want to be more relaxed, the last one was too stressful. - Taehyung changed the subject, while with a straw he stirred his coke, he wouldn’t drink the night before class, not starting the semester at least.
Among laughs and jokes they talked, played, and argued non-stop, Namjoon, as usual,l spilled his drink, and Seokjin as usual had to clean it up.
Taehyung challenged Hoseok to see who drank the fastest, Seokjin to his right, hit the bottom of the glass causing him to choke on the water that had entered his nose starting to cough while the others laughed at the top of their lungs.
Jungkook made everyone laugh by making fun of Yoongi's way of talking, he rushed over Jimin trying to punch him, shaking from the amount of alcohol in his blood, Jimin laughed while giving reassuring pat’s on the older’s back, who had collapsed on top of him, Jungkook laughed rather awkwardly while taking a sip of his drink.
And, without realizing it, two hours had passed when Jungkook received a call he went to pick up outside the premises, without attracting the attention of others, except for Jimin who stared at him as he rushed out with the phone in hand.
After a long time, as per Jimin's perception, Jungkook comes back with an apologetic expression as he shoved the phone into his jacket, Jimin stared at him.
"Guys, um ..." Not knowing very well what to say he scratched his head, a blush evident on his cheeks, Taehyung jumped out of his seat and ran to where he was, softly choke-holding him.
"Our Jungkook-ie has a girlfriend!" Taehyung deduced from the younger face. Jungkook brusquely pushed him away, embarrassed.
-We're just friends! -Jungkook with his hands in a defensive gesture, hastened to clarify before the curious eyes of his friends.
-At least tell us her name before you go! - Hoseok, completely ignoring him pressed, smiling broadly, revealing a perfect and gleaming row of teeth.
- Or show us a photo! - Jungkook did not see it coming when Taehyung reached into his pocket and began to search, pulling it out victoriously and passing it among his teammates while Jungkook frantically tried to retrieve it, he knew that if it reached Jimin they could look at what was inside since it was the only one who knew the password.
He had no photos of the girl, but it was still not a good idea, because he had his private folder unlocked, where he kept his most embarrassing memories and resources, things he did not want them to see, things that would force him to have to abandon his life and forge a new identity, well maybe it wasn't such a big deal but he had photos, videos of private choreographies, covers and drawings that he preferred not to reveal to the public, Jimin got up from his seat and took the phone from Hoseok.
- It's okay, stop bothering him.- Jimin smiles hands Jungkook the phone, and sits down again, that's when Jungkook realized that Jimin had been very quiet, but he wouldn't dare to ask, at least not in front of everyone, if it is true that Jungkook loved them all as his brothers, but still, Jimin, in particular, was his confidant with whom he had open-hearted conversations, with whom he had shared his family private matters, of his past relationships and his insecurities, he knew that in private they could talk quietly and he would not have to discuss whatever it was in front of the others.
"Thank you…" Jungkook said in a voice so low it was closer to a whisper, while out of the corner of his eye he tried to decipher the blonde’s expression. "Well, I should go now, I don't wanna be late." He looked at the mischievous smile of his classmates and how Jimin turned his back to take a bite of his hamburger.
-But you can't leave us like this! -Taehyung who had already returned to his seat complained, and the others nodded in support.
"At least tell us her name!" This time Seokjin demanded with feigned authoritarianism, and Jungkook snorted in defeat.
- Her name is Kim Hyeri, she's my age and we're just going to arrange a choreography for a video clip.- Despite the interest the others showed in the situation, Jimin was still focused on his food, was he angry at him for not saying anything about Hyeri ?, he had been too busy to do so, and it was true that they had been talking for a couple of months, but he never imagined it would become anything serious, still, normally he would have already talked about it with Jimin, for some reason, it did not seem like a good idea, suddenly Jungkook looked away when he realized that he had been staring at his back, for longer than he should.
On the other hand, Jimin had been having a hard time feeling good and enjoying the get-together, ever since the aforementioned Hyeri topic came up, for some reason something just didn’t feel right, he had a bad feeling about the alleged friendship with that girl whom he knew nothing about, it was not about Jungkook, but about himself, in the pit of his stomach, a tightening feeling spread through his chest and accumulated in his throat, anguish and suffocation that demanded to be released. Jimin swallowed hard pushing that feeling down, he turned around to face Jungkook a feigned pout showing on his face, refusing to let his frustration show.
- Jungkook-ie! How are you going to leave us?! - Jimin protested with a pout perfectly adorned by ketchup stains on his cheeks.
"Adorable" Jungkook thought, instinctively bursting into a wide smile, Jimin was adorable, in such an ethereal way that it made him question the standards of beauty that society instilled in him so diligently, in no strange way, evidently, he could simply appreciate the beauty in people of the same sex, unlike many other friends of his, that's right! There is nothing strange about that, more satisfied with his reasoning, he assigned himself the task of cleaning his friend's cheeks, but Yoogi who was sitting next to Jimin, got ahead of him, taking Jimin's face between his hands and gently whipping away with both thumbs the small smudge of ketchup.
-why are you like this? This may be his last chance to get a girlfriend!- Yoongi offered, smiling gently.
- Hyung! That’s not true! - Jungkook tried to defend himself chuckling, while something in the previous interaction made him feel uncomfortable, he ignored it, he was only innocently jealous of his friend, it is perfectly normal, he poked the inside of his cheek imperceptibly.
-Okay, okay, you will have many girlfriends, now go or you will be late! - Hoseok yelled from his seat urging him to leave with his hands, Jungkook looked at his phone and while saying goodbye in a hurry, he ran.
The others laughed and whistled while Jimin was staring at his plate, his mind deciding not to think about anything, he no longer felt like pretending to be fine. The muscles that supported his performance were exhausted.
Being brutally honest, finding out about Jungkook's “amazing” new dance partner had ruined his afternoon, and that knot in his stomach didn't seem to want to go anywhere, huffing, he collapsed on his seat taking his mixed drink in his hands as he held the straw between his fingers and spaced out looking at nothing in particular, not wanting to party, wanting to go home, sleep, and calm the anguish in his stomach and chest.
It was at the age of 19 that Jimin realized that his feelings for Jungkook were not just friendship or those of a best friend, as he suspected for a long time, nor those of brothers as he decided to rationalize it since he was 17 years old, then he was able to understand many things, such as:
why he got so excited when they slept together, to the point of not being able to sleep because of how fast his heart was beating.
why the 4 times that Jungkook had had a girlfriend until then he had not been able to get along with them, they were good girls, sure, but still, Jimin could not find in himself to want or look forward to spending time with them.
Later he could understand that he simply did not want to see Jungkook hug them, flirt with them, or care for them, things that, shame aside, he wanted for himself.
Jimin was aware that Jungkook, did not feel the slightest attraction towards boys, after all, he himself did not, he simply saw himself developing inappropriate feelings for his best friend, for that younger brother that he was supposed to take care of and protect especially from people like himself.
Feeling profound shame, disappointment, and pain, he promised himself to hide those infamous feelings in a perfect facade, to never lose Jungkook, to never hurt him, repeating over and over that those feelings would disappear, only that feeling of brotherhood would remain, a feeling that should never have mutated.
But since then, 5 years had passed and he still felt the same and it continued to hurt the same, and he had gotten used to seeing Jungkook's girlfriends come and go, and pretend it didn't affect him, somehow seeing how they didn't last more than a couple of moths comforted him, no matter how bad and strong the feeling of guilt was later, knowing that Jungkook would not leave his side calmed his heart as much as it tied him to this vicious and toxic cycle that prevented him from having more than two relationships, two relationships that from the beginning he knew would have no future, because something was missing, because there was
no space, there was no room for anyone but Jungkook, and that frustrated him and made him lose the hope of ever finding someone to fill that void, to eliminate that feeling.
Even more desolate he continued stirring his drink with the straw, hoping to find the answer in the ice cubes that were becoming extinguished with each passing second being completely consumed by a liquid body larger than them, and he felt sad for them, for himself.
" Please, help " He pleaded internally and felt how his throat painfully contracted trying hard to hold back the cascade of treacherous tears that pushed to be let out, but even in his trance he was aware of where he was and he would not cry, he would not invite questions from his friends that he could not answer, he wouldn’t ruin the other’s day. "I know it's pathetic, but if what I feel can't be I don't want to feel it" the pain in his throat intensified and a tear escaped. Feeling tired ired he closed his eyes and curled up in the long seat facing the wall, without drawing much attention, except for Taehyung who was looking at him with tenderness from the other side of the table, Taehyung already knew how to proceed so he let him sleep.
"Pathetic" he recriminated while a couple more tears suffocated him "a man crying for another man" it was as if someone above was laughing at him and testing how low he could go, wishing that another man would look at him in the same way he surely looked at his girlfriends, that he would want him the same way.
Still, even if it was pathetic, he wanted it, he wanted that, he wanted it so much, so badly it tore him apart, and he wondered when such a shy and innocent feeling turned so deep and rebellious, yet he wanted Jungkook, So much so that he begged in his dreams, if he had the slightest chance, no matter how small, he would treasure it no matter what. And so he slept uncomfortably, as tears dried on his face, feeling an invisible force oppress his chest, but he decided to sleep.
until he felt himself being picked up and heard Taehyung say:
“How can a guy cry like that? You littl-" Due to the previous event, Jimin was not in the mood to argue, defend himself or refute, with his eyes still closed and whatever strength he could muster he gave him a soft punch on the chest and frowning slightly let him know that it was a good time to shut up.
"Haha adorable, it's as if he read my mind" Taehyung would not shut up and Jimin was exhausted, so he let it be, while clutching on the other’s for better support, he heard his friend laugh once more and tried to sleep.