Mine (Jikook/Kookmin)- Complete

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"Talk to me..." Jungkook's voice was low, almost a plea, but it held a weight that Jimin wasn't ready to lift. Jimin's glare cut through the room like a knife. For nearly a week, Jungkook had vanished—no texts, no calls, nothing. And now, here he was, sitting across from him in the living room, as if showing up could somehow fix everything.

"For what?" Jimin spat, his voice sharp with bitterness. "Is there anything we need to talk about?" He crossed his arms, eyes narrowing. Jungkook should have started with an apology, but instead, he seemed unsure, like he didn’t know where to begin. As if that word could undo the damage.

Jungkook sighed deeply, guilt practically radiating off of him. He hadn’t been able to face Jimin after the truth came to light—that Jimin wasn’t responsible for the fire, that it had been someone else, a woman. He had spent days hiding in his house, ashamed, but no amount of isolation could erase the pain he had caused.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook finally said, his voice breaking the silence.

That was the word Jimin had been waiting for. But hearing it now, it felt hollow. The sting of Jungkook's doubt still lingered, and those words couldn’t reach deep enough to heal it. "Sorry," Jimin thought bitterly. It means nothing now.

Jimin’s voice was cold and detached when he spoke again. "Every time you face difficulty, you run away. You leave without a word. Is that how relationships are supposed to work?"

Jungkook shifted uncomfortably but didn't meet Jimin's eyes. "I didn’t leave you... I just—"

"You did leave," Jimin interrupted, his voice rising slightly, though it remained calm. "You doubted me. How could you even think for a second that I would do something like that?" His frustration was barely contained, but the anger wasn’t explosive—it was the quiet kind that hurt more because it came from deep disappointment.

Jungkook stayed silent, too ashamed to look up. He had expected yelling, maybe even a slap. Instead, Jimin had let him into the house, and somehow, that hurt even more. It was the calm before a storm, and Jungkook knew he deserved whatever came next.

"I don’t know what I was thinking back then," Jungkook murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin scoffed, his eyes hardening. "Your mind told you I set the fire. That I burned all of your precious artwork. And now, what? What is your mind telling you now?"

"To ask for forgiveness," Jungkook said, though he knew how weak that sounded. He hated how small he felt in this moment, and the shame gnawed at him.

Jimin shook his head in disbelief. "And you think it’s that easy?"

"No," Jungkook admitted quickly, his voice trembling. "I know it's not easy."

Jimin’s lips quivered as he tried to hold back the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. "Do you know how worried I was? Even after you hurt me, my heart still worried about you. Did you ever think about me? About Jae? Even a simple text would have been enough to let me know you were okay."

Jungkook flinched, his guilt deepening. "Would you have talked to me?" he asked, though deep down he already knew the answer. It was that doubt that had kept him away, that fear of rejection after all the hurt he had caused.

"How old are you?" Jimin asked, his voice now laced with frustration. "You think running away solves problems?"

"No, it doesn’t," Jungkook admitted quickly. "But—"

"But nothing," Jimin snapped, cutting him off. "It hurts, Jungkook. You hurt me." His voice finally broke, and his eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I love you. I do... But I can’t pretend this doesn’t hurt."

Jungkook swallowed hard, sensing the depth of Jimin’s pain. "I love you too, Jimin. I love you so much. Please, believe me."

Jimin closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I trusted you. I needed you to believe in me. But all I heard from you was 'you were there...you were there.' As if my presence alone made me guilty. Is it that hard for you to trust me?"

Jungkook wanted to respond, but Jimin cut him off again, not allowing him a chance to speak. "I love you," Jimin repeated, but this time his voice was softer, more resigned. "But don’t you think... you need space?"

"Space?" Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat, panic flashing across his face. "For what?"

"I don’t know..." Jimin faltered, clearly confused by his own emotions. He was trying to find a solution, but nothing felt right. "I just... I don’t know."

"You want to break up with me?" Jungkook asked, the fear evident in his voice.

"No!" Jimin said quickly, shaking his head. "No, I don’t want that. But..."

"But what?" Jungkook pressed, his voice desperate. "What do you mean by 'space'? I don’t need space. What happened before... it’s not a big deal, Jimin."

Jimin’s eyes widened, and for the first time, his voice rose. "Not a big deal? You didn’t even trust me! It is a big deal, Jungkook!"

The sudden volume of Jimin’s voice shocked both of them. Jungkook had never heard Jimin yell like that, and it cut through him like a knife. The pain in Jimin’s eyes was unbearable.

"Appa..." a soft voice interrupted.

Both Jimin and Jungkook turned to see a sleepy Jae standing in the doorway, rubbing his eyes with one hand and yawning softly.

Jimin’s heart broke a little more as he looked at his son. He turned to Jungkook, his voice now steady but firm. "You should go."