mikrokosmos

“jinah let’s go watch captain marvel”

You frowned, staring at the text you sent over four hours ago. You and Jinah, your friend, never made it a point to miss the Marvel movies. You both absolutely loved them and spent hours figuring out the ending to the ongoing Phase 3 of the MCU. Jinah bet Steve was gonna die; you bet Tony was. Despite difference of opinion, you agreed on one thing: you both wished to the high heavens you were both wrong.

You checked the time again. It was nearing five hours now since you sent the message. And to be honest, this radio silence was getting kinda weird ever since it started three days ago.

“my treat! just reply and say you’re not dead” “come on, i’ll even buy the milk tea” “if u don’t go, pepper dies” “miss pepper potts! our girl! MISS IRON WOMAN HOW CAN YOU NOT CARE!” “along with peter parker NOW COME ON”

Okay, fine. Jinah didn’t want to reply, so you were just gonna see the movie for yourself. Miss Carol Danvers was waiting.

“Park Jinah, use your goddamn phone.” You slowly blinked at your phone screen, with still zero replies after the twenty messages you sent her earlier today. Since the whole ignoring-you-even-with-captain-marvel-on-the-line incident two days ago, you decided to give her space. Maybe Jinah was going through something you didn’t know about; hell, maybe she dropped her phone in the toilet like you did. But today… today was kinda difficult.

You put down the nearly empty bottle of Smirnoff you had been holding on your desk, right beside the two empty ones. Today, you had deigned to drink alone in your dorm room, and bought three for yourself.

You slowly scrolled up the conversation, rereading the messages you sent her earlier.

“jinah i saw him again today” “he’s still as cute as ever” “and before u say anything, i’ve moved on” “it was just… weird” “like i know i don’t love him anymore” “and the what-ifs are pointless i know” “but my heart still feels like it’s being pricked, just a little” “like i miss him” “idk” “maybe one day it’ll finally go away yeah?” “i’m gonna go get beer i hate remembering him”

You stared at the bottle labels. Maybe three Smirnoffs weren’t enough.

“Ah, screw it. I’m gonna call you, bitch, even though you hate unannounced calls”, you muttered out loud to no one in particular, as the soft light from your bedside lamp gave the room a hazy comfort.

Your phone began ringing and ringing.

“Pick up, you lil shit”, you muttered again before grabbing your beer and finally finishing its contents.

Finally, the line opened.

“Hey! Park Jinah! Why have you been—“ you coughed from the sudden yelling, “the past week! Ignoring me again and again!” You were met with silence, which just honestly ticked you off even more. “Answer me!”

You heaved your upper body on your desk, sighing out loud. “Cha Eunwoo, that bastard. I… I saw him today. Jinah, y-you heard me, right? Eunwoo! God, he’s still so—“

“Um… excuse me.” A very deep voice that was definitely NOT Jinah’s interrupted you.

You sat straight up. Suddenly, it felt like the liquor you just downed was out of your system, and only awareness of the fact that you may have just been contacting the wrong person all week remained.

“This isn’t… Park? Was it Park? But, um, this is not Jinah.” The other voice, you assumed belonged to a guy, gently said.

“Shit, shit, shit”, you whispered to yourself. “Oh my god, I am so sorry! Why haven’t you said anything? I’ve been spamming your phone with texts for the past week, oh god.” You quickly uttered an apology, silently wishing for the ground to swallow you whole. It didn’t help that you actually called him, drunk on liquid courage, and ranted about your ‘ex’!

“I don’t know, I just thought you’d figure it out sooner. Sorry!”

“No, no. I should be the one saying sorry, Mr. uh… What’s your name?”

“Namjoon.”

“Ah, Namjoon. Hi, hello, Namjoon. I’m so sorry. Really.” You ruffled your hair in frustration. “You must have been annoyed.”

He giggled softly and by gods, it was hella cute. “It’s fine. Your first texts were entertaining, actually.”

“And oh god, I’m even more sorry for calling you while drunk. I apologize for that whole ranting mess. That was stupid, don’t think about it.”

“No, it’s okay! I understand…” Namjoon seemed to trail off in thought. You waited in silence as it seemed he wasn’t done talking. “But for what it’s worth, I’ll tell you a little cliche: time will do the trick, yeah?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“You said you wanted your heart to stop hurting? In your text?”

“Oh.” Right. You had sent those unbelievably emotional texts.

“It’ll go away. Just give it time.” He said, and for some bizarre reason, it actually felt like things were going to be alright. His strangely attractive voice gave you comfort and you didn’t even know him.

You smiled softly. “I hope so.”

“Okay, I’ll go now. But you remember to drink lots of water before bed, okay?”

He cared, that’s cute. “Yeap. Don’t worry, Mr. Namjoon.”

“Oh, yeah! I don’t even know your name. I just refer to you as “org chem nerd” in my head.”

You scoffed at your end of the line. “Ain’t that affectionate?” You were met with his laugh, which made you laugh a little in return. “I’m [Name].”

“Well, [Name]. It’s been nice talking to you. I’ll go now, okay?”

You nodded, not even realizing there was no way he could see you. “Okay. Thanks and sorry again, Namjoon.”

“Don’t worry about it.” And with another giggle, Namjoon hung up.

You stared at your screen for a few minutes, pondering over the events of the previous minutes. You didn’t even realize you were smiling.