Jimin was kneeling on the floor in his house, trying to reach the phone under his bed as it kept ringing. For several days he didn't even think about picking it up, finding it in a first place, even if it rang or he heard messages. But now Jimin just knew, he felt that it was the call he was waiting for so long. And exactly now he just couldn't pick up.

He groaned in frustration and lenaed on the bed. "Stupid phone." Jimin face palmed himself. His heart was racing thinking about his mint-head friend. Does he want to talk? To see him? To come back? Is he worried that Jimin is not picking up? Younger didn't have an answers.

What if he wants me to come? Suddenly a thought crossed Jimin's mind and he stood up from the ground stunned by his own idea. He started walking around from one corner to other, constantly stroking his chin. What if he needs me? He might need me! Thoughts kept on coming at Jimin to the point where he couldn't bear it anymore.

"That's it!" He exclaimed out loud and ran out the room. Seconds later he came back with a suitcase. He started tossing things into it despite their value or usability. He just needed to do it quick. As soon as it seemed that the suitcase will barely close, Jimin rushed to his laptop and started surfing the net.

It didn't take long to find the desired tickets and he didn't care how much money it will cost or how much time it will take to get there. He just needed to see Yoongi. Even if for one last time. Even if he won't want to see Jimin.

Even if he won't be able to hear his heart beat.

"I'm coming Yoongi."