you and jungkook had a... ambiguous relationship. you can't even call it a talking stage or situationship. you're just... chatting? he just acted like a scumbag from time to time. and sometimes his fingers would weave so softly into your hair while you were chatting. he unintentionally looked at you in a special way (although maybe it was only in your head), unintentionally gave you your favorite drink before meeting in a common company, unintentionally he ignored your messages after your rare, but always passionate kisses, unintentionally didn't greet you or talk to you sometimes. his emotional swing rocked you with great force, that in the end you just gave up and the only thing that was stored in your soul in his direction was anger and fatigue from trying to create something from their fragile rare moments when they are extremely close.

he could always be justified with that one word "unintentionally". but he did one thing intentionally. probably. phone calls. damn phone calls.

it was 10 p.m. when your phone lit up again with the inscription

jk. facetime call📞

you couldn't not pick up the phone, right? again. it's always so interesting what he'll say.

he's looking straight at the camera, adjusting his beanie hat when he sees you pick up the phone. he's wearing an ordinary hoodie, the one you've seen him in dozens of times. and next to him, right in front of the camera, a bottle of whiskey and a half-empty glass. he laughs with half-closed eyes, noticing that you picked up the phone and that you are unhappy again. cute, he thinks.

"why are you calling?"

"hi to you too... i was just... thinking about you. so i wanted to call. am i not allowed?" he asks, licking his lips. he supports his head with his fist, his head was already getting heavy from alcohol. his eyes seem to be in love again as he looks at your face on his phone screen.