Run With Me || JJK+PJM

twenty-five

JIMIN

Jungkook eats horribly. He's getting his egg everywhere which is an absolute waste seeing as how this is going to be the only meal we're going to have for quite a while.

"I know we're in a barn but can you not eat like a pig?" I snort as I eat my eggs.

He stares at me before shaking his head. I chuckle at that and look into the fire I've made. My hands are still burning from all the rubbing of twigs.

"You should consider dying your hair brown again," he says.

"Why?" I ask thoughtfully.

"The roots are already showing. Might as well," he shrugs.

"Neither of us has the money for that right now," I point out.

"Who says I'm paying to get your hair back to one colour again?" he teases and I grin.

"That's the point," I drawl.

"Are you going to end up living with your aunt?" he asks. I grimace.

"Well, that is the plan," I say. He hums in response.

"You'd better use Dae's money wisely and not end up with a burnt apartment when she's back," I warn. He laughs. And it warms me up more than the fire.

"I won't, mom," he drones.

We're both done with our food now, staring into the flames. It's licking at the hay and softly thrumming and growing.

Jungkook and I are pressed against each other for warmth and my eyelids start to grow heavy along with my head. His shoulder is right there, so I rest my head on it. He doesn't say anything about it. My legs are crossed and his are outstretched - my left leg rests on his right one that way.

It's a strange comfortableness I've never gotten to experience before. It's nice - really nice.

"Jungkook," I start, sitting up so I can turn back and look at him. My left palm plants itself on the ground centimetres away from his hand and I've pivoted such that my crossed legs are facing his outstretched ones.

His eyelids are droopy and the light from the fire flushes his features a soft red and orange. And then my eyes glance at his lips and the fire stops crackling. I think my heart stops too.

What is happening?

I can't remember what I'm about to say.

"Jimin," he says quietly. So quietly I'm not sure he's even said my name or if it's just his lips moving in my mind. His gaze grows more intense - or maybe it's always been intense, I can't remember. I can't think. I can feel the blood rushing to my face and it's making me feel weird and dizzy.

"Jimin, I-"

And then he leans in. Jungkook leans in. His presence, lips, eyes - everything.

And the blood drains from my face.

My left palm removes itself from the ground as I back away.

My breath is caught in my throat and even the fire seems to wilt a bit.

He looks at me and I can hear his heart crumbling.

No, no, no, what have I done.

"Jungkook-"

He shakes his head and slumps back, folding his legs and looking down.

"It's fine. I shouldn't have done that," he says silently and I want to grab him by his shoulders and kiss him. I want to hug him. I want to tell him that I wanted that. I wanted us.

But I don't.

Because I'm a coward like that.

Because it's Jungkook.

I can't tell if my heart is racing or if it's just stopped altogether.

I swallow the breath I'd been holding in and I push myself off the ground. The world is spinning. I want to throw myself into the fire.

But I don't.

I wrap my arms around myself and leave the barn.

I don't look back once.