Devotion (Jikook)

Don't Bother

Jeon Jungkook
I turn my car on, buckle my seatbelt, and I start playing Jimin's car playlist.

Today, were going to talk and fix whatever this distance is between us.

I don't like it.

In fact, I hate it.

I hate that I haven't seen him since Friday, and I hate the thought of him being upset with me. So much that he doesn't even talk to me.

I know the conversation is going to be very awkward, but it needs to be done.

It's honestly embarrassing how much I've missed him. Yesterday, today, and all damn weekend.

We usually send each other text messages throughout the day if we don't see each other, but the only message I've gotten from him was, and I quote, "Don't bother," after asking him If I can take him to school.

It seriously, sucks.

I grab my phone to let him know I'm on my way, as I normally do.

"Good morning, I'm on my way :)"

I patiently wait for a response as I keep my eyes on the road, but my thoughts go straight to this conversation I plan on having with him.

Do I even know what I'm gonna say?

No, definitely not.

So how the hell should I start it?

Hi Jimin, I know you confessed your love for me and all, and that's so sweet of you! But, I don't think that's a very good idea for us! Heh!

I rest my head back and groan.

Not only are our worlds just, so different, but I don't, like him in that way...It'll never work out..

I suddenly think back to the kiss with him on my lap. I remember feeling so damn confused with the first two, but the last one, when I actually relaxed and let it happen...

I remember the feeling of him on me..

My face starts to feel oddly hot as I grip the wheel tighter.

I'm only thinking about it because it was so new.

My mind pictures his seductive face as he slowly approached me before boldly cradling my lap.

I gulp.

I would've never thought Jimin would do something like, that.

My phone dinging loudly takes me away from my thoughts.

It's Jimin.

Jiminie 💜
"My friends will take me from now on...don't bother."

I scoff after reading the text.

Is he mad at me? How the fuck is that fair? I don't have feelings for you, that isn't my fault. I also can't control how different our lives are.

"Fuck," I groan as throw my phone down.

                .               .              .

"Good morning Mr. Jeon!"

I look at my a co-worker gently bowing.

"Please, call me Jungkook. Mr. Jeon is my fathers name."

She smiles and nods.

"Got it, Jungkook. What about when you take over, and he leaves?"

I smirk.