Dernière Danse [Jikook]

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Jimin was in the midst of being eased from his medication when he heard the knocking on his door, now much more relaxed and less anxious compared to how he was before, but now a bit more sluggish after starting to take his regular medication again.

At least it wasn't like his previous pills - that shit would fucking kicked him down without a proper conscious to even defend himself.

This medication was less strong, so at least he can function properly.

So fluttering his eyes open, Jimin glances to the door - where the knocking is still echoing his apartment - before getting to his feet and carefully approaching it while closing his silk robe over his bare upper body. Thankfully with his near sight he was able to capture many glances of things around him to not collide onto anything, before finally reaching the door and opening it.

For a good second he didn't recognize at all the person standing there since they were completely blurred, but after the person took a step forward toward him, Jimin let's out an exhale of relief to Jeongguk's familiar features.

"You should've texted me before coming here," Jimin huffs, appearing casual by the statement, but either way stepping aside, "Why are you here?"

Jeongguk steps into the apartment, removing his shoes by the door before turning to Jimin.

"Talk."

Well..... Shit, this was unexpected.

With eyebrows furrowed, Jimin closed the door and lead Jeongguk to the living room before sitting down on the couch, quietly.

There hasn't been any bad blood going on between them, since the main focus has been about this whole skating thing. Obviously, there's no more practice or training, so they mainly just see each other when it comes to meetings or prepping for a meeting with the rest of the team.

Yet after the protest the other day, obviously due to his fucking relapse, Jimin has been putting distance due to the discomfort of - well - everything.

However before then, him and Jeongguk weren't in bad terms.

Maybe something recently happened -

Jimin got closer to Jeongguk's face after he noticed an unusual dark blur, and that's when he realized what the bruise on his cheek was while Jeongguk was staring at the coffee table.

To make sure it wasn't a fixation of his poor vision, Jimin raises a hand and presses on it lightly - immediately earning a hiss from Jeongguk with eyes snapping towards him.

It's a bruise.

"The fucked happened?" Jimin questions, now turning himself fully while closely looking at the bruise, "Did you get into a fight-"

"W-Wine," Jeongguk breaths, eyes now pleading into Jimin's, "Please."

Wine...

He seriously wants to drink wine right now?

Well, can't blame him. If Jimin got fucked up like that, he would probably want alcohol-

Oh wait.....

He said he wanted to talk....

Immediately Jimin sits up right, "Talk to me in sign language. I will catch onto enough."

It's better for Jeongguk to be sober and explain rather than be intoxicating himself with alcohol.

Jeongguk seemed a bit unsure, but after Jimin gave an encouraging nod, he felt a little more eased. After that little outing together, Jimin has been determined to learn sign language more than before - despite with this whole mess going on. He already knew a lot of the vocabulary before, but now after this consistent practice - and also with the help of Minho and Taehyung - he got to practice it on a more casual perspective.