Ink Whisper ~ [jikook] ✓

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A/n:
Hey...
Just. I wanted to say, cuz this is important.

I know many of you are very excited and wait for a new update, I understand that. And I know I'm sometimes slow with them.
But please understand. I work 8h a day and at the end of it, I'm tired. Even when I would love to write, my brain is too meh to get into the story. Or I rather go out for a walk and meet my dearest ppl. What I'm saying is, I have three ongoing stories (plus some other shit) and I'm trying to keep up with them all (updating them one by one weekly... mostly).

If any of you ask me when the next chapter comes out, all will get the same answer. No kidding. This is my new "thing"

No hate to any of you who have asked me that. I love you. I know you're impatient. But please.

I have a life. And I love to sleep. And I don't want to upload complete shit.
All I ask is to be a little bit more patient.
Thank you.

I sarang you~~💜💜

Now, my FLOWERS, carry on to the actually important stuff:

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The sound of machines beeping echoed through the quiet room. It was the first thing Jungkook heard when he stepped inside, following his dearest boy.

The second sound was the wet gasp Jimin let out, as he beheld his father's figure.

"Dad?"

Kook's heart clenched as he heard the soft voice. Jimin's inquiry was so faint, so unsure of what he was seeing...

His father lay unconscious, oblivious to the fact his son had finally come to visit him. If it wasn't for the fact that his name was written on the tag outside the door, Jungkook would not have recognised who this person was. Everything looked so surreal, compared to the last time he had seen the wonderful man. The left side of his face was slowly coming down from swelling and purple bruises. The jaw and brow had been stitched and forehead bandaged, and a breathing tube was stuffed between Mr Park's lips. His whole left arm was in a big cast, hovering over the bed so that it wouldn't move. Fingers held together by what looked like surgical screws. His legs were covered by a thin blanket, but there was no hiding the cast that engulfed the lower region of Jimin's father's left leg.

Another whimper escaped Jimin, as the blonde lost his ability to stand.

"Dad--"

Jungkook had only a second to wrap his arms around him before Jimin collapsed on the floor.

"Oh my god," the smaller gasped. "I--"

"Shh," Jungkook murmured, kissing the side of his head, rubbing soothing circles on his arms. "It's okay, it's okay."

It wasn't. They both knew it was far from okay. But Kook was at a loss for words and Jimin didn't even hear him in the first place.

"Come sit down, baby, please," he led the boy to the chair situated right next to the bed and helped Jimin situate himself, leaving one hand over the shaking shoulder as the younger cried.

"How could this happen? Everything was fine--" his breath hitched in his throat again.

Jimin's hands trembled, not being brave enough to touch any part of his father's body. Instead, he clenched them around himself, leaning closer to Jungkook for the reassuring warmth.

The tattoo artist felt himself be torn apart slowly. It was the worst feeling in the world - not being able to help make Jimin feel better in any way. He felt a lone tear roll down his own cheek as he listened to his baby's cries, arm squeezing Jimin's frame closer.