Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

Too Clingy

Friday, January 3rd, 2:26 pm

Kook: Hey Jiminie-hyung!  I missed you today.  You haven't talked to me as much.  Do you want to get some chicken together?

2:48 pm

Kook: Hey Jiminie-hyung!  I ordered some chicken.  You're welcome to stop by and have some.

3:18 pm

Kook: I saved you some chicken.  I miss you, hyung.

Mini: Maybe later, Kook.

Saturday, January 11, 4:02 am

Kook: Jiminie-hyung...I feel so hurt.  Why have you been ignoring me lately?  I miss you.  Did I do something wrong?

4:16 am

Kook: What did I do?  I just want you to be like you were with me.  I miss you, hyung.

5:08 am

Mini: I'm busy, Kook.

Kook: Jiminie!  Finally!  I know you're awake, I can see the lights on in the studio.  Can I come to see you?  We can film a log like we used to. 

Your message has been read.

Kook: Jiminie-hyung...why have you been so cold to me these last few weeks.  I miss you, hyung.

Sunday, January 12, 3:07 pm

No New Messages.

Sunday, January 12, 4:49 pm

No New Messages.

Sunday, January 12, 9:23 pm

No New Messages.

Monday, January 13, 4:11 am

No New Messages.

Monday, January 13, 5:28 am

No New Messages.

A full 24 hours had now passed since Jungkook's last message to Jimin.  If someone had asked, Jimin would've said he was glad to be free of Jungkook's constant messaging since he'd begun ignoring him.  There was a time when he'd wanted the boy's attention more than anything, but after experiencing his hot and cold nature, he couldn't take it anymore and started to keep away from him.  However...that didn't mean he didn't still care.

Jimin had searched and searched for his maknae after his lack of messages, but to no avail.  He couldn't find the boy anywhere.  He felt so stupid and wished he could've set his pride aside to just at least answer him.  Fear and concern started to prickle under his skin and close up his throat with hidden emotion.

He'd been up all night looking for Jungkook when he finally found him, but what he found crushed his heart.  Guilt gnawed him to shreds seeing the state the poor golden maknae was in.  Jimin ran to the boy's side and knelt in the dirty floors of the bathroom stall he'd found him in.  His knees were instantly soaked through with what he hoped was water splashed from the toilets. 

Jimin gently stroked his fingers over the deep, purple bruises and gashes on the unconscious boy as he choked on his own tears.  "Oh, Jungkook.  This is all my fault.  If I hadn't been ignoring you, you wouldn't have been alone.  What happened to you?"

Carefully, Jimin picked up Jungkook's battered body, and with some effort, managed to get him back to the dorm.  He cleaned him up and put fresh new clothes on him before placing him in bed.  Jimin had chosen to keep Jungkook in his room since Hobi was gone with a few other members on an official schedule for the rapline.

Something about the jostling of being moved or getting cleaned must have brought Jungkook back to consciousness as he started to groan in discomfort once laid in Jimin's bed.  He woke slowly and painfully with a confused look on his face.

"Where am I?  What happened?"

The door opened to reveal Jimin with bandages and ointments in either hand.  When his eyes landed on Jungkook, they fell to the floor as Jimin leaped onto the bed to hug Jungkook.  The injured boy hissed in pain, but wrapped his arms around his hyung nonetheless.

"Oh, sorry.  That probably hurt," Jimin said sheepishly as he pulled away, only to have Jungkook not allowing it.  "I'm so glad you're okay.  I was so worried.  What happened?  I found you all bruised and cut in the bathroom at the label building!"

"It's nothing.  I'm nothing worth getting upset about, Jiminie-hyung.  Don't worry about me."

Jimin growled a bit at his self-deprecation.  "Don't say such things.  That's the silliest thing I've ever heard!"

Jungkook burst into tears.  "I'm not worth anything and I never will be, hyung.  Please don't be upset.  The manager, he didn't mean to hurt me like this, he was just trying to make sure I did my job properly.  Except I'm not good at my job so he had to make it stick.  Please, don't be mad at me, hyung.  I hate disappointing you."

"You're worth more than you could ever know, Jungkook!  Now stop saying such things!  This manager.  Give me his name.  He has to be fired.  There's no cause to have treated you the way he did!" Jimin's teeth were bared in a snarl as he spat the words out.

"Hyung, please.  I know you don't actually care.  I don't want to cause problems.  I'm not worth it."

"Jungkook, shut up!  I do care about you!  I love you!  I shouldn't have ignored you like I did, but I was hurt and took it out on you and now it's my fault you were injured because I wasn't there like I should've been.  I'll never leave you alone like that again and I'll make sure this guy gets what's coming to him."

Jungkook looked up at Jimin with shining, wide eyes, brimming with tears.  "Do you mean it, hyung?  You love me?  I thought I was too clingy."

Jimin softened, seeing his maknae's face.  "Of course I love you.  I made it so obvious.  I always have."

"But you ignored me."

Jimin chuckled and stroked a thumb across Jungkook's cheek.  "Because I was scared you'd go back to pushing me away again if I gave in."

"Then from now on neither of us can push the other away.  Agreed?"

"Agreed, my Kookie."

Jimin leaned down to plant a sweet kiss on Jungkook's forehead.  "Now sleep.  We'll talk more about all this later, but you need rest.  I'll be here when you wake up."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

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(956 words)

A/N: This was a request from a reader who wanted to see a text chain (which I attempted to create and did so very poorly) that lead to Jimin becoming worried when Jungkook stopped texting too much and being clingy.  He then was to find Jungkook with bruises and beaten and take care of him.  It was meant to be a secret caring side from Jimin and I hope I achieved that for my anonymous reader who requested it.

See you all in the next one, Lovely Armies!  And if you have a request of your own, DM me!