NAMJOON: "hi. uh, i just wanted to check on you... see how you're doing." helookedouthiswindow, smilingdownathishands.
JIMIN: "well i'm doing pretty good at the moment."
NAMJOON: "anything interesting going on right now?"
JIMIN: he nodded, almost forgetting that namjoon couldn't see him. "ye-yeah. i'm just opening this time capsule."
NAMJOON: "time capsule?"
JIMIN: he laughed, rubbing the back of his head as he leaned back. "i know seems a bit weird... not many people actually stick to this kind of stuff but my friend and i did. haha. he opened it a while ago but i didn't, i wanted it to be exactly fifteen years before i did. although i lost track of time and so here i am opening it.... oh god i am talking way too much right now."
NAMJOON: "no no, it's perfectly fine to talk a lot. anyway it's not like i got something to say right now and i enjoy hearing you talk." he smiled, picking at the pages of his notebook.
JIMIN: "r-really?"
NAMJOON: "yeah really."
JIMIN: his cheeks flushed pink and he cleared his throat, "alright then.... well we added letters inside the capsule. written to our future selves- us." he pulled out the letter, unfolding it quickly. it was messily written in red ink.
NAMJOON: "i wish i did something like that, kind of seems a bit magical. " he scribbled something down oh his notebook, with a smile on his face.
JIMIN: "it really is..." he gently traced his thumb over the aged paper. the corners of his lips turned slightly into a small frown. "although i feel... unaccomplished... you see younger me.... wanted to be a dancer and travel all over the world." he furrowed his brows, lip quivering slightly. "i wasn't able to do that. i had to sacrifice a couple things and well... it's not important." he quickly folded up the paper.
NAMJOON: he could hear the sadness in the tone of jimin's mellow voice. "tell me... it's fine. i like listening to you. remember?"
JIMIN: a small chuckle pushed past jimin's pink mouth, he looked up. " it was during college, i stopped dancing because i had broken my leg real badly... and it was the worst year of my life.... before i had even broken my leg, the chances of me even becoming a professional dancer were already slim. i didn't have enough money to keep paying my tuition and whatnot... i was so close too."
NAMJOON: "... oh. i am sorry about that, it must have been hard..."
JIMIN: he scrunched up his nose, "ahh don't feel sorry for me... it's kind of awkward." he pulled out a smaller box and opened it, inside there was colourful candy wrappers and shiny paper. he was silent for the entirety of the time he looked through it.
NAMJOON: "are you happy.... are you happy where you are now?"
JIMIN: "i don't know... i am still with my friends from college... i am living a good life. i don't have any money issues and my home is nice... for that i am happy but i still want to be so much more than some accountant for a company i don't care much for."
NAMJOON: "i feel the same way. that feeling of there is something missing."
JIMIN: "what are you missing?" he put the box down, grabbing the stack of comics.
NAMJOON: "love."
JIMIN: "... if you could... where would you look for it?" he tightened his grip around his phone, his cheeks warming up as soon as the words left his lips.
NAMJOON: "in someone i can trust. i'm not sure... but maybe it'll help me... help me get through this life."
JIMIN: he smoothed his hand over the magazine cover that showed a dancer on the stage. "perhaps we can help each other then..." he whispered.
NAMJOON: "how?"
JIMIN: "i don't know but we'll figure it out somehow."
jimin and namjoon talked for the rest of the hour. each telling their own stories of childhood dreams both lost and found. although jimin could tell that some of the things seemed twisted to reveal very little about namjoon and that some things were held back. like if namjoon were scared to tell jimin everything.
call ended at 11:34 p.m
note; sksksk i feel like the quality in my writing is getting worse.
