prom; jikook

three; the conversation

"A-Are you talking to me?"

Jungkook tilted his head in confusion. "Doesn't it look like it?"

"So, how was the mee--"

"It was great. Many people gave many ideas and Ms Kang jotted all of them down. It was all great." Jimin mumbled through his reply.

"I see. When's the next meeting?"

"S-She didn't mention anything about it."

"Alright," Jungkook nodded. "Thanks, Jimin."

Jimin hurried to put his headphones in and started texting in The Weird Trio group chat. He didn't realise he sent like over twenty messages until Jiae replied with "I'M IN HSTORY CAN YLO STAPH SPAMMING"

He placed his phone back in his pocket and continued to paint one of his pieces that were in the current project. The project was set to be on "anything you feel passionate about" and for Jimin it was only one thing that he was confident of expressing:

Lost.

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The bell rang and everyone in the class started packing their stuff away. Jimin grab a hold of his art folder, which he was supposed to take home for homework, and swung his bag over his shoulder.

Jimin left the cabinet and someone snatched him by his wrist. He looks up to see a girl with long, unnaturally black hair that was made in an up do hairstyle of some sort.

"Jiae, what the fuck--"

She guided Jimin into their secret meeting room, which was one of the Geography classrooms the school doesn't use, and met up with Taehyung inside. He was softly snoring. Jiae walked up to him, still holding Jimin's hand aggressively, and slapped him on his head.

Taehyung immediately lifted his head. "What the fuck was that for?!"

Jiae looked at him. "Your best friend talked with Jungkook, and you don't even care?"

"What do you mean I don't care?" He asked Jiae.

"And what do you mean?!"

"Read the group chat!"

Taehyung got the phone out of his back pocket. He turned on his data and suddenly his phone was having a spamming-attack. He let out a small 'oh' as he scrolled through the group chat that ended with Jiae yelling at Jimin.

"What the fuck do you mean he made a conversation with you?!" Taehyung exclaimed, loudly.

Jiae nodded. "Exactly!"

"Well," Jimin breathed in as he let go Jiae's hand.

"I heard someone talk in the background but I didn't assume it was directed me. As I was putting my headphones on, he tapped me on my shoulder and repeated the same question. I couldn't process my thoughts and ran through across my answer and then he said 'Thanks, Jimin' with such a lovely smile and I freaked out so I started spamming." Jimin mumbled through his explanation.

"Dude, this is something big." Jiae declared.

"What exactly?!"

"You finally managed to talk to him without thinking about last year's homecoming."

She is wrong, Jimin did think about it. He decided to not let that thought rush over his mind at that moment. Now that Jimin thinks about it: the unexpected sight and the tears of the broken. He began to feel his breathing increase and the choking feeling is coming back.

"Hey Jimin, what's wrong?" The unrecognisable voice mumbled echoed through Jimin's ears.

Jimin stormed out of the classroom and began to search for the nearest bathroom. He felt it coming. His mind was going crazy like a rollercoaster that is driving through all the moments that happened that night. He felt it coming.

Jimin was storming through a crowd until he reached the bathroom. He ran into a stall and threw up everything he had for lunch. Tears started to stream down his face as he gulped air.

Jimin rested his head against the toilet cover as tries to stabilise his breathing, which begins to work. He got his phone out and open iMessage. He didn't look who he texted when he sent out a help message.

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i'm on the second floor. bathroom. help me