We Don't Talk Anymore •Jikook•

Cold

Jungkook tiredly reached across the small dining table, grabbing his laptop, wanting to look at the PT for the upcoming meeting on Tuesday. He couldn't seem to focus on anything, getting more and more frustrated as time passes. The name "Min Yoongi" kept swirling around in his head. 'What the hell did he mean when he said Jimin-hyung was desperate to "save" my job?' Jungkook stands up, slamming his laptop shut. Adjusting his round spectacles, Jungkook sighed.

"There's no way I'm gonna get anything done at this rate." he muttered to himself bitterly, stretching. He looked out the window again. "Maybe I should go to the gym..." Jungkook picked up his phone.

•••

"...why do I have to come with you?" Seokjin grumbles next to Jungkook, stretching.

"It's not like you had anything to do, hyung." Jungkook says with a sigh, rolling his neck. Seokjin mumbles something like 'yes I did' under his breath before turning to Jungkook, hands on his hips.

"Yeah but why didn't you call your actual friends?"

"Hyung I have like one friend. And Yugyeom was busy." Jungkook responded nonchalantly, giving the older a 'duh' face. Seokjin flicked Jungkook's forehead with an unamused expression on his face.

"You have something on your mind, don't you, you little brat?" Jungkook huffed, slapping away Seokjin's hand, which was still hovering over his forehead.

"Don't assume things, hyung." Jungkook stepped onto the running machine, avoiding Seokjin's gaze. The older stepped onto the running next to his a moment later, eyebrow raised. Both turned on their running machines, Jungkook turning his up much more than Seokjin.

30 minutes passed in silence before either spoke up.

"...you're frustrated about something, right? Something concerning Jimin at that too." Seokjin says quietly in between measured breaths, not even looking over a Jungkook, who inhales sharply. "Or maybe it's also about your new boyfriend?" This time, Jungkook trips and has to jump off the running machine. Seokjin turns off both of them and turns around as Jungkook shoots him a glare. "Right on, no?" Jungkook purses his lips, breathing through his nose.

"..."

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"Jimin, are you going to tell me or not?" Hoseok asks he continues rubbing circles into the younger's back.

"...hyung, yesterday I met up with Taehyung-sshi again." Hoseok sighs angrily but doesn't interrupt Jimin. "You know, I was just talking to him, and the only thing running through my mind was how different he is from me." Jimin sniffled, laughing bitterly. "Maybe I just wasn't enough for Jungkook?" Hoseok opened his mouth, but Jimin didn't let him speak. "I don't know, I just couldn't think of anything else, couldn't hear anything else. It was horrible." Jimin heaved another sigh, mustering a smile. "I ended up leaving him sitting there...Now that I think about it, I feel kinda bad for doing that." Jimin let out a breathy chuckle. Hoseok sighed, taking his hand away from the younger's back and rubbing his face.

"I honestly can't understand how you can afford to think about other people in this situation. Jimin, you need to make you your first priority. Not anyone else, you." Hoseok emphasizes, taking Jimin's hands into his.

"I don't think I can do that, hyung." Jimin says, a bittersweet smile on his face. "...Especially not with Jungkook." Hoseok groans out loud, letting himself collapse back into the chair.

"Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook. Jungkook this, Jungkook that. Jimin, I really wish you would stop feeling that way for him. From what I can see, he's a total jerk."