Black Heart

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Jimin thought about what his friends told him two days ago. But everytime he gets up the courage to tell Jungkook, Jungkook does something that brings fear to Jimin. Terrified that what he’ll say will make Jungkook take back his words. For example, the day before. Jimin was about to tell Jungkook but Jungkook said—

“Jimin, I love you so much. I don’t know what I would do without you. I’m sorry for interrupting, you just looked so beautiful.” He smiled before telling Jimin he could continue.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Nevermind.”

Jimin would dismiss the chance every time. Jimin was beginning to think he just should never tell Jungkook. But the thought hurts him. He promised himself he would tell the love of his life.

But at the moment he was smiling sadly as he looked at a picture. The most precious picture he owns. The photo resided in a box under Jimin's bed. He never let anyone touch it. He was worried something would go missing or get broken.

He hears a knock from his bedroom door. He looks up and sees Jungkook leaning against his opened doorway. He quickly throws what he was holding into the box, putting the lid on, before sliding it under his bed. He stood up and smiled walking over to Jungkook.

“Uh, you can go shower now. Is Prince asleep?”

Jimin nods.

“He’ll be wide awake in about three hours.” Jimin smiles.

“I’ll be right back.” Jimin gets on his tippy toes and pecks Jungkook’s lips before rushing off to Jungkook’s bedroom.

Sure, Jimin had his own bathroom but the couple was in the process of sharing Jungkook’s room. Plus, Jimin loved Jungkook’s shower.

Jungkook’s curiosity grew after his omega left, he wrapped his towel around his neck that he was recently trying his hair with. The wet cloth was damp against his naked back, this usually would have bothered him, but curiosity got the better of him as he walked towards the side of Jimin’s bed, getting down on his knees as he pulled the box out.

“Lost love?” Jungkook read the name of the box.

“What is this?” He mumbled before taking the lid off.

His eyes widened as his breath caught in his throat.

“Wh-what?” His voice cracked as he picked up a photo that stood at the top of the many things in the box.

What was the photo? Well, it was Jimin of course. Jimin in the hospital. Jimin in the hospital… holding a baby.

“What the fuck?”

Jimin was holding a baby, looking down at the baby with a soft smile. Both he and the baby had on hospital bracelets. Jungkook couldn’t believe his eyes. He sat the picture down and continued through the box. Ultrasounds, prints of the baby’s hands and feet, a large hospital band stapled with a much /much/ tinier one. Lastly, there was a blanket. Jungkook scoffed in disbelief before putting everything back in the box except the very first photo.

He shuts the box, slamming the lid back on before pushing it under Jimin’s bed. He walks back to his bedroom and shuts the door before dropping onto his bed. He throws the photo down before covering his eyes with his hands, elbows on his knees.

“Jimin, what the hell?” He whispered to himself.

He heard the shower turn off and the shower curtain move. There was slight movement before it was quiet. The minutes felt like hours before the door opened. The steam escaping the room.

“Oh, honey. I didn’t even hear you come in.” Jimin giggles as he walks towards Jungkook.

Jungkook lifts up the photo.