[week 11]
"where the hell is taehyung!" i shout, banging on taehyung's door room.
"calm down, jungkook! he's just visiting his grandmother!" jimin yells.
"i'm going crazy without him! i haven't seen him in like a month!" i say.
jimin says, "i think you need a therapist."
"no! i don't! do you know what i need? i need–" i say.
"–love. you need love, i know.. love from taehyung." jimin says, hugging me tightly.
"exactly.." i say as i whimper, falling into his arms, lazily as if i was drunk.
"he hasn't been answering my texts either.." i say as jimin puts me onto a chair.
"don't worry, he will answer your texts soon." jimin say.
"how do you know?" i say.
"because i do." jimin says.
"fine, i'll text him right now!" i yell.
i text taehyung and somebody's phone goes off.
"oh– uh– taehyung must've left his phone here." jimin says.
i throw my phone across the room and i pull my hair in frustration as wrap my hands around my legs.
"anxiety is getting the best of me.." i say, burying my face into my knees.
"hey, jungkook.. i was thinking.. we could have a little therepy session, kind of. like you spill out everything you're dealing with to me and i could help you out." jimin says.
