FIFTH CALL

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FIFTH CALL;
daisies, peonies, and you

JIMIN hummed softly to the song that played on his old radio: the thing still in use after five years, probably even more, the blue paint chipped off and small specks of pink and white littered the scratched up surface

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JIMIN hummed softly to the song that played on his old radio: the thing still in use after five years, probably even more, the blue paint chipped off and small specks of pink and white littered the scratched up surface. he grabbed at an overgrown weed, tugging on it with a grunt.

'damn, it's really stuck in there.' jimin thought, tugging on it even more. he grabbed it more from the end, digging his other hand into the soil, pulling at it from the soil. he gave it one finally tug, yelping as he fell back. at that same time, he heard his phone ring from his pocket.

JIMIN: breathing heavily,
a light chuckle escaping his lips.
"hey."

NAMJOON: "hi— haha,
you sound like you just ran a mile."

JIMIN: " no, i was just tending to my garden.
i couldn't pull out this one weed,
took all of my strength to
get that thing out."

NAMJOON: "you garden?"

JIMIN: " yes.
yes i do, it's rather relaxing
and i really like flowers."

NAMJOON: biting down at his lip to stop
the grin from spreading over his face.
" you're such an old man—
do you have a rock garden too?"

JIMIN: giggles,
patting his hand over the soil.
"not yet, but soon."

NAMJOON: laughs, shaking his head.
" isn't it too hot to be going around
and tending to your garden?"

JIMIN: " well i have to finish at some point—
and i don't really mind,
the soil is cool to the touch.
and i have water to wash
myself if it gets too hot,
which is not going to get."

NAMJOON: "wow, what an old man you are.
of course you're going to put your precious
garden above everything else—
god, i have been conversing
with a forty year old all along."

JIMIN: "hey! i'm not even old—
you're probably older than me."

NAMJOON:
" yeah right, i'm twenty six."

JIMIN: snickers loudly,
" i'm twenty four— so ha!
you're officially older than me—
elderly man."

NAMJOON: "god,
you're so freaking childish."

JIMIN: grins slyly,
"and you aren't?"

NAMJOON: "you...
you got me there too—"

JIMIN: " haven't you ever been told to act
your age— old man?"
he says, giggling between words.

NAMJOON: " we're just two years apart!
i'm not older by that much."

JIMIN: " you're still pass the twenty five line,
soooo... you're closer to thirty."

NAMJOON: " don't you dare remind me."

JIMIN: smiles mischievously.
" won't stop."

NAMJOON: sighs out, laughing.
" you're too cute— " he abruptly stops.

JIMIN: blushes and lets out a soft laugh,
patting his hands over his cheeks.
" huh? repeat that again please."

NAMJOON: "i— i said nothing."

JIMIN: "mhmm, sure~"

they continued to talk, jimin completely abandoning his task of  catering to his garden. their conversation filled with laughter and soft giggles, light blushes and constant smiles.

the apples of jimin's cheeks ached as he couldn't stop smiling and laughing— feeling unexplainably happier as he talked to namjoon.

namjoon didn't notice the presence by his door, yoongi, smiling softly as he listened to his longtime friend laughed more than he did in weeks. he wanted to know a little more about their relationship, his worries completely washed away.

maybe this one wouldn't be so bad for namjoon.

CALL ENDED AT 5:09 P.M

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