We don't bite...promise?

7

There's a large knot growing in the pit of Jungkook's stomach. Something about how restricted and wobbly Jimin's voice was over the phone made his heart sink. Was he hurt? Did something happen? Oh he has so many questions! Jimin is so confident, it's hard to imagine him with anything but his beautiful smile stitched onto his glowing face. Well. Now that Jungkook thinks about it Jimin doesn't really glow. His skin is sort of dull, almost as if there's no blood coursing through his body. Jungkook can relate, his skin is also suffering and dull because he refuses to open his damn curtains and never steps out the house.

You shouldn't fault him for it though. He's been through a lot.

Just like Jimin has been through a lot. Jungkook can tell...which is probably why he's so anxious.

Jungkook nibbles on the brittle nail of his thumb, heart knocking in his chest. Why is he so worried? Jimin is literally a grown man, he can walk up a few flights of stairs by himself. And yet Jungkook feels as if he should have gone to meet him regardless. Did he make a mistake? Jimin should have been here by now, right? Is he okay? Did he fall? What if he's alone and in trouble?

A gentle knock at the door jolts him out his haze. He practically jumps out his seat where he'd previously been huddled on the sofa. He hurtles to the door, very nearly avoiding some sketchbooks on his floor. This whole place is a danger zone - one day he'll end up with a broken hip for sure.

He grabs a hold of the door handle and swings the door open. A quick once-over proves that Jimin is in one piece and hasn't been torn apart by werewolves on his two minute trip up here. But Jungkook had pretty much ruled out that particular threat because everyone knows werewolves aren't real.

"Jimin hyung..." Jungkook starts.

Hoarsely, Jimin says, "Can I come in?"

Jungkook nods, allowing space for Jimin's small little frame to step inside his apartment.

He's been crying.

"Did something happen?"

Jimin nods, wiping his eyes with his sleeve, fuck it's soaked with tears already. Or maybe he's just wet from the rain. He did come here in the middle of the night whilst a storm was kicking up. Not his best move that's for sure.

Jungkook goes all doe-eyed, his large eyes glassy and aching with sympathy, "Oh hyung you're soaking...please tell me you didn't walk here in the rain?"

"Sorry..."Jimin mumbles bleakly.

Jungkook brings Jimin to his room. He sits him gently on the bed.

"Let me get you some clothes..."

Rustling through his drawers, Jungkook pulls out a sweatshirt and some other various items hidden away. He hasn't worn half these clothes in forever, they're far too big for him now./p>

He bundles them up into a soft little ball and hands them over-oh Jimin's hands look absolutely freezing... "You don't have to tell me about it, but I'm happy to listen," Jungkook says rather hushed, almost like raising his voice could send Jimin into tears once more.

"You can change in the bathroom or just in here, I'll go make some tea."

Nodding, Jimin takes the clothes. He's thankful to get out his own, it's clinging to his skin in the most uncomfortable way, the cold is latching onto his lungs and he can sense the clawing at his throat.

Prying into the situation doesn't seem like a good idea right now, Jimin seems rather delicate.

Jungkook busies himself in the kitchen. He flicks the kettle on with his pallid hands, etiolated fingers taking two cups off the middle shelf.