Strings | Jikook |

23

"Perfection is so quick to pour"
♥

The next morning Jimin woke up with puffy eyes and felt a slight headache, it was 7:00 am and he still had a few hours until his first-class would begin. It wasn't until he looked in the mirror he realized how much of a mess he looked like. Worried that Tae would question him and not quite ready to address the issue Jimin quickly took a shower. He wore a slightly oversized orange shirt along with wide-legged pants. It was simple and he tossed over his black backpack to finish it off.

His day was filled with classes and practice, but he was most anxious for lunch. He assumed Jungkook would want to spend with him and he feared seeing the other would rather not spark conflict. However, that's an issue to worry about in the future. Jimin left to the library and spent his morning there in silence as he read.

-

Feeling his head pounding Jungkook sat up from his bed and rubbed his sleepy eyes. His memory was a blur, but he was still tormented by the impending death that Jimin would discover the truth from last night.

Getting up from his bed Jungkook walked to his bathroom where he stood in front of the mirror. Staring back at him was a clear image of his mistake. He had hickies littered across his neck and collar bone. The red and purple marks were obvious.

"Fuck," Jungkooo groaned out before he splashed his face with a bit of cold water.

You already messed up, might as well finish it.
Nothing a drink can't solve.
Just leave him.

Voices tormented Jungkook's mind as he no longer recognized himself. He didn't know what version of himself was true. People who met Jungkook recently were familiar with the party-loving, fuck buddy and bad-boy version. However, people who have met Jungkook in the past knew him as a quiet, introverted, and sweet guy. So which one was he really?

In defeat Jungkook simply exited his bathroom and made his way to the kitchen, where he opened the fridge and took out another bottle of beer. He had classes, but it wouldn't be the first time he's missed them. Sucked into his self-depreciation he didn't notice his phone vibrating or the flashing light of the screen.

He could care less right now. All he knew was the cold glass bottle in his hand silenced his worries and the dim lit room was comforting enough.

-

Jimin wasn't exactly excited for his afternoon lecture, he was aware that Yugyeom would be there sitting only a few rows away from him. In no way did he have negative feelings towards him, but he couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

His boyfriend possibly cheated? He wasn't there with his boyfriend? He had to have someone text him that Jungkook was a drunk mess at a party in order to find out. It was pitiful.

All Jimin could think about was what he could have done better. Isn't that was most people think, "maybe if I spent more time with them" or "maybe if we communicated better". The echoing questions in Jimin's mind weren't so kind.

You aren't good enough. You will only hold him back and make him hate you.
Maybe if you looked like those girls.
You're too fat.
To sensitive.
To bossy.
To clingy.
To-

"Jimin!" A familiar voice called out to the boy and brought him out of the dark tunnels of his mind. Following the voice, Jimin could see Somi waving at him as she headed to their class.