Precious Gems | JiKook

二十二

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What emotion was Jungkook feeling right then?

Jimin had set a pile of clean clothes on the bathroom sink, and had left awhile ago now to allow the younger boy to shower. The cold droplets of rain were replaced by the warm shower running down his skin, stinging in all of his cuts and bruises.

Jimin had changed, that was a fact that was undisputed. He was so much more understanding and forgiving than he had once been, and Jungkook could feel a bond between them that hadnt existed before. Jungkook had known this for a little while now, after all - it had been his goal to chip away at the older male's cold exterior.

He just didn't think it would actually work.

There was another thought though, that had been occupying Jungkook's mind. A scarier one.

The more Jimin warmed up to him, the more Jungkook's brain became more and more frazzled. He wasn't sure what it was now, that made him squirm when Jimin touched him or turn red when Jimin complimented him.

Jungkook sighed softly, rubbing his face with his hands as the hot shower beat down onto his back. It was so stressful, because Jimin was just a room away from him, and he knew that as soon as they came face to face his thoughts would come to fruition again.

He had thought about it all night after he returned from his outing with Jimin. He had thought about it the whole week after, and he was thinking about it now.

Thinking about they look on his face when Jimin saw him all dressed up for the first time. He was thinking about Jimin's arm around his waist, and his hand ruffling his hair. Jimin's laugh, and they way his features were so soft and welcoming under the touch facade he kept up.

But the way Jimin looked at him. That's what he had thought about the most. No one had ever looked at him, they way Jimin did. Under Jimin's gaze he felt like he was constantly being picked apart, every part of his appearance being observed and noted.

Jimin looked at Jungkook like he never wanted to forget him, and it made the younger boy's heart race.

Jungkook looked down at his hands, studying all of the fresh wounds that were painted across his knuckles. He wanted to know why Jimin had given him a chance, why he had grown so fond. Every time he asked, Jimin would simply reply that Jungkook was somebody that he just couldn't leave behind. He was "too interesting", Jimin would say.

In Jungkook's mind, that just didn't make any sense. Out of the two of them, he was not the interesting one - so why was Jimin so fascinated?

His heart thudded in his chest, and he brought his hand up to his chest to feel it beat beneath his fingertips. His pulse was quicker than normal, and he gulped, taking in a shaky breath. Why did Jimin have this kind of effect on him? And why was he thinking about it so much?

So many questions, but he was far too scared of the answers to look for them.

Jungkook shut off the shower, shivering once the heat and steam from the water was replaced with the cool air of the bathroom. He stepped out, grabbing a tow off of the rack beside him and using it to dry the droplets of water off of his body. He couldn't help but notice all of the bruises and scars that littered his skin, looking up into the mirror to see himself better.

Jungkook smoothed his thumb over a new scar on his cheekbone, and his lips involuntary twitched up into a slight smile when he remembered that it was from when Jimin and him had fought for the first time.