jimin is sitting on my fluffy white carpet with a lollipop in his mouth and a towel over his head. he looks like a little baby. 

i'm laying on my bed playing video games on my switch, not really wanting to touch any of my assignments. 

"jungkook."

"yeah?"

"how do you know when someone's avoiding you?"

"i'm not avoiding you. i'm playing a game."

"i'm not talking about you." i glance at him for a second and see him squinting his eyes at me.

"you look cute like that." a retort that earned me a pillow thrown at my head. 

"listen to me!" he whines like a kid. i throw my switch somewhere on my bed and sit up to face him. 

"who's ignoring the little baby?"

"don't call me that! i'm manly! i take care of myself!"

"if you're so independent and mature, i guess i shouldn't give you my advice. you don't need it." i tease him. he whines louder, even standing up to sit on the bed with me. 

"my online friend is ignoring me." i'm...not?

"oh, is he?" 

he sighs. "no, but like...he's responding but very late and he hasn't played with me in four days!" 

"does the kid have to play with you every second of everyday?"

"no but he used to literally talk to me a lot! especially whenever i got home. he just hasn't lately. i don't know if i did anything wrong. i'm scared."

"this online friend means that much to you?"

"well, yeah. he talks to me when you're not there."

"when am i not there?"

"when you're in the shower. when you're playing your games. when you're shitting, maybe."

"that's not true. i send you shit pics."

"don't say it like that. you make it sound like you send shit shit pics. you just send selfies while you're shitting."

"would you like shit shit pics?"

"why won't you take me seriously?" he pouts at me. how cute.

"alright."

"you also don't answer me when you're jacking off." what? i'm sorry? 

"how do you know when i'm jacking off?" and i don't answer 'cause i'm thinking of you when i do it.

"i'm kidding!"

"i thought you wanted me to take you seriously but now you're making fun of me."

he whines yet again and hugs me tightly. "i'm sorry! give me your advice, oh wise ol' tree!"

"what the fuck."

"seriously, jungkook. what if i did something wrong?"

"you could never do anything wrong, jimin. maybe he's just busy?" i literally told him i'm having exams. i don't understand why he's anxious still. "maybe it's not about you at all. friends can be busy sometimes but that doesn't mean they like you any less."

"i guess you're right." he falls silent for a few minutes and stares blankly onto the floor. 

"come here," i motion for him to get closer to me. he complies and i wrap my arms around him and pat his head several times. "you're not doing anything wrong. if this friend truly loves you and cares about you, he'll come back around. plus, i'm pretty sure he explained himself, no?"

"he did." jimin nods and i stop patting him. i take his hands in mine instead.

"if he didn't care, he would never answer. he would've never explained anything either."

"maybe you're right."

"yeah, so stop worrying about it and let's do something fun. i want to help you get your mind off of it." i let go of him and get up from my bed.

then i stretch my arm for him to take my hand. "come, little prince."

he takes it.

"where are we going?"