kdrama // park jimin ✔️

도대체 언제쯤 나와 만나게 될는지

jaynie

"we're over." he says carefully, softly, as if he were trying not to break something so fragile.

"no," a sob rips though my throat. "you can't just—"

"i'm sorry. i couldn't save your heart."

"no!" i wail helplessly, hugging my computer screen. jimin curses, trying to pry the device from my clutching arms.

"kai, i can't see!" beomgyu says, climbing over hueningkai and sitting atop his sleeping back. hueningkai rolls over sleepily, crushing beomgyu under him. muffled noises sound, but hueningkai doesn't move.

rest in peace, beomgyu, you died for a good cause.

unlike this supporting character.

"goodbye." he says, letting himself deteriorate in the wind.

silence envelops us all as we stare at the screen in both shock and sadness. only the faint sound of sniffling can be heard.

"the fuck?" yoongi snaps. "why'd he...stupid..." his voice cracks at the end.

suddenly the bedroom door slams open. "popcorn! popcorn! popcorn!" jungkook chants as he marches in, soobin tailing him.

who even takes that long to make popcorn?

when the two boys notice the silence, their chants falter, dwindling.

"...popcorn?" soobin suggests, holding a steaming bowl above his head.

"HA!" hueningkai wakes with a shout. he shoots up out of bed, beomgyu escaping from out beneath him, panting for air.

"freedom!" beomgyu cheers, lifting his fist in the air before collapsing.

the quiet seems to ease into a light atmosphere and the drama soon becomes background music. i share a bowl of popcorn with soobin, most of my portion being fed to jimin or shoved up a sleeping kai's nostrils. (don't worry he alive though)

every so often my hand brushes against soobin's getting popcorn. i myself don't mind it. but soobin's cheeks would brim with red which i found completely adorable.

"aw! well aren't you just a little virgin from a drama!" i squeal, pinching his cheek. he groans in pain, trying to push me off.

"noona!" he whines. i stuff popcorn in his mouth.

"huh? what'd you say?" i ask, holding my hand to my ear. he whines like a child.

meanwhile, jungkook comes up and tackles soobin. i jump back. "what the—?"

"she was my noona first!" he says, hugging him tightly like a koala, as if that would do him harm.

"no fighting!" i call, slumping back into the couch.

a tug on my hoodie sleeve has me turning to face jimin. i peck him on the lips and hum in response.

"i want attention too..." he says in a small voice that's way too adorable for me to handle.

my heart flutters and i cuddle him, his arms curling cutely into me. "why hello little baby."

"i'm your little baby." jimin murmurs, clutching my sweater. i pat him in adoration.

"oh me too!" mi-an peeps, tackling me on the sofa.

"dogpile!" hueningkai shouts, bellyflopping on top of us.

i try to tell him not to, but he lands with a grunt and soon enough i'm being flattened into a pancake.

"really," i exhale. "feeling the love down here."

"speak for yourself," jimin's muffled voice speaks from in my arms. he's covered completely by the mass. "you can at least breathe."

"enjoy it while it lasts." taehyung calls from the top.

the sound of the door opening causes our heads to turn.

"i leave for five minutes. five!" mi-an says, the grocery bags in her hands filled with snacks.

"we watched without you." taehyun tattles. hueningkai hits him upside the head.

"i want some of this action!" mi-an decides, ditching the snacks and climbing on top of taehyung. jimin groans. i feel something...oh shit.

"guys? maybe you should move." i tell them.

"why? it's comfy."

"mi-an brought snacks!" i sing-song. at this reminder, the whole lot comes tumbling down, scrambling like animals to the plastic bags.

"hey! i bought those!"

the night goes on as we binge both food and shows. we only fell asleep after the snacks were finished, laughing to our hearts' content as we enjoyed the youth that life brought to us.

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when will i get to meet him?