Running Back To Him || JIKOOK ✅

5.

JIMIN

Jimin didn't want to leave.

Not like that.

Not without at least saying goodbye.

When Jungkook had told him they could extend the tutoring session all night, he had
been tempted to find a way
to take him up on the offer.

Even if it meant extra
hours pretending to pay
attention to calculus.

He did have to admit though, that it was somehow a lot
easier to understand when
Jungkook had been the one explaining it.

And Jungkook had been right about how he spent too
much time in his own head, especially when it came to
things he wasn't sure about.

Like calculus.

Or kissing.

He'd thought about it ever
since he'd run into Jungkook
at the freshman orientation
the week before and he'd somehow managed to talk himself out of it at the time, thinking that his hormones
had just gone temporarily insane.

That maybe he'd snap out
of it.

But his feelings had only intensified since then and it
was becoming more and
more difficult to put it out
of his mind.

Now though, he was back
at his apartment and
Jungkook was out of reach.

Even more so, since he was apparently still talking to his asshole of an ex-boyfriend.

Jimin had watched as
Jungkook's expressive face
had gone from happy to
upset in the blink of an eye,
once Kai had started yelling.

And it had been clear that
Jimin being there had been
part of the problem.

So rather than lose his
temper, rather than give
his opinion about kai and
his bad attitude, he had
decided it would be better
for everyone involved if
he went home.

Once he was back at home, though all he could think
about was Jungkook.

How vulnerable he'd looked
right before Jimin had left.

How maybe it hadn't been
such a great idea to leave
him there by himself.

When he would have
probably needed someone
to talk to more than ever
after that particular call.

Fuck.

He didn't know what the
right thing to do was or
what Jungkook would prefer.

Should Jimin leave him
alone to deal with his
problems on his own?

Or be there for him, as a
friend, or as a shoulder to
cry on, if he needed it?

To hell with it.

He pulled up Jungkook's
number on his phone and
sent him a quick text.

Sorry I left like that.

Everything okay?

He wanted to wait for a response, That would be
the polite thing to do.

And he tried waiting, for
what had felt like an
eternity, even though the
clock on his phone said it
had only been five minutes.

But the waiting was
driving him crazy.

Just when he had made up
his mind to go back and
check on Jungkook, his
phone rang.

Jimin stopped midway to the door, keys in hand and tried
to keep the nerves out of his voice as he answered.

Tried to sound casual.