➵ jimin
i set my computer down on the coffee table, flopping down on the couch. i'd officially moved in a few hours ago, having spent less than a full day in seoul. the place was truthfully more of a small house than an apartment, being that it had an upstairs housing two small bedrooms and a smaller bathroom. downstairs was a kitchen/dining/living room joint area, and the stairs were in the corner of the living room. it certainly wasn't the house i'd dreamed of, with a loft bedroom and a personal movie theatre, but it would do for now. at this stage in my life, all i needed to do was get through school and find myself a decent job. then i could worry about building a life for myself.
i had just gotten the internet working, and i was about to facetime jungkook. i hadn't had a chance to talk to him at the cafe, having been busy with the landlord and getting all the paperwork done. i was anxious to talk to my best friend.
i quickly opened my laptop and opened the facetime application, clicking on jungkook's contact. it rang for a few short moments before the call was accepted, the screen going fuzzy and my best friend's face soon appearing onscreen.
"hyung! what's up?" he beamed at me, waving his hand. i attempted a weak smile, the intensity of the last 30 hours having caught up to me. "wait, something's off. actually, make that two things. first, why do you look so sad? and second, where the heck are you? that doesn't look like your bedroom," he pointed out.
i sighed, rubbing my face. "lets just say it's been a long day."
he furrowed his brow, narrowing his eyes at me. "hyung. you need to tell me what's going on."
"kook, my parents kicked me out." i blurted, "i'm currently sitting in my new apartment in seoul."
my best friend blinked in shock. "w-what? what the hell happened?"
"basically, they said a bunch of bullshit about how i'm a disappointment to the family and that they don't want a gay son anymore and i'm not doing anything with my life so i needed to get out." i rushed out in all one breath.
jungkook stared at me, his jaw dropping open. "i... i don't even know what to say. i can't believe your parents would do that."
"well it's not like they haven't been fighting over me for the past however many months." i sassed, giving him a pointed look.
jungkook lowered his gaze, growing quiet. "i'm sorry jiminie hyung. i can't imagine how hard being completely on your own is right now. how did you even find an apartment?"
i shrugged. "downloaded some real estate app and just looked through the options. i found myself a cute little place. it's got two bedrooms and he's only charging me 600 thousand won a month until i get a job. if i get a roommate he'll bump it up to 750 thousand though, split between the two of us." i rambled, smiling softly.
"and where are you getting all this money from?" jungkook shot me a suspicious look.
"well, i mean, i saved from my old job. don't forget, i had it for three years. i've saved quite a bit. plus i still have access to my college fund. so i'll be fine for a while. i'll probably get a new job once I get settled and everything."
jungkook sighed. "how did you grow up so fast?" his eyes showed sympathy, but no pity.
"someone had to."
***
it didn't take me long to unpack the little belongings i had in my bag. when i opened it up and found a small container containing cds, pictures and other small stuff, i was eternally grateful to my mother for thinking to pack those things. she'd also packed most of my clothes, as well as my computer, chargers, even a few of my favourite books. she'd thought of pretty much everything. it made me sad to realize that she had probably been planning this for a while.
before i went to bed that night i sent a text to jihyun telling him how sorry i was for leaving him and that i loved him. it wasn't until morning that i saw the notification on my screen informing me that my message was undelivered.
