Taehyung was offended

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Taehyung sat on the hard hospital bed, his knees pulled up to his chest, sitting there in place of its owner. His phone lay facedown next to him; not a single notification from Jungkook had lit up on it all weekend. He remembered how Taehyung had sent a text on Friday: "Are you coming?" and how there had been no reply. How he'd stared at his phone on Saturday, and by Sunday he'd given up hope.

When the door creaked, Taehyung didn't turn around. He recognized that step—shuffling, hesitant. Jungkook stood at the threshold of his own room, holding his right arm in a cast, and even from a distance, he could see him nervously shifting from foot to foot, fiddling with the tulips with the fingers of his healthy hand.

"I'm late, aren't I?" Jungkook said awkwardly, squeezing the stems.

Taehyung slowly turned his head. His gaze lacked the usual warmth. He looked at the cast, at his awkwardly pressed arm, at this pathetic offering, and a genuine resentment welled up inside him: he'd spent the entire weekend alone while Jungkook had been hanging around here with a broken arm and hadn't even written.

"Is that your excuse?" Taehyung asked, nodding at the cast and pouting.