HOLD MY HAND TIGHT || JIKOOK ✅

6

JUNGKOOK POV

I might have made a mistake.

That realization begins to sink in as soon as I'm wheeling Jimin out of the hospital to the car.

At least the wheelchair keeps
me from having to face him directly just yet.

After yesterday's meltdown,
I knew I needed to do some
thing about this whole Jimin situation.

I had intended to go in there, give him the flowers and leave my card so he could call me
if he needed anything.

That should have satisfied the burning ache in the pit of my stomach.

But the moment I laid eyes on him, I knew that wouldn't even come close to being enough.

Still taking him back to my
home might be going a little overboard.

Jimin stubbornly refuses any
help as he makes the transition from the wheelchair to the car.

He's still on the really powerful drugs from the hospital so I'm sure he's not feeling the full extent of his injuries at the moment.

Worried he might collapse, I
hold out a hand just in case
he needs it.

He doesn't.

As soon as he's settled in the backseat, I take a deep breath before sliding in on the other side.

Every passing moment
increases the tension in the
air around us.

Given Jimin's demeanor though, I'm starting to wonder if I'm
the only one who's feeling it.

He keeps his eyes turned
away from me, watching the buildings go by as Jin drives
us back to my home.

I'm going to be late getting to work this morning but Jackie
was able to rearrange my schedule for me. Again.

That shouldn't be anywhere
near as much trouble as it was yesterday but I make a mental note to look into giving her
a raise.

The mayor's office would grind
to a complete halt if it wasn't
for her.

"How did you sleep last night?"

The question sounds invasive and clumsy on my tongue but the quiet is overwhelming.

"Fine."

he doesn't bother looking at
me and he doesn't bother expounding on his answer
either.

"I'm glad you decided to take
me up on my offer."

I try again, hoping to figure out
a way to get through to him.

I'm not really sure why his silence is bothering me so
much.

I'm used to dealing with all
sorts of people and I've never really felt the need to fill the silence as much as I do right now.

"It was either that or
suffer." he says, rolling his
eyes toward me at last.

He looks annoyed.

"I didn't really have much of a choice, did I?"

"Are you mad at me for some reason?" I'm baffled by the hostility I sense rolling off him.

As far as I'm aware, every
thing I've done since we've
met has been to his benefit.

He shakes his head slowly.

"No, I'm just pissed off this is even happening." he says after
a minute.

"Nothing ever ends well for
me."