You Get What You Give || Jikook [ONGOING]

Chapter 2

Jimin stared up at the stark white ceiling Hoseok's voice rambling on in the background which Jimin relegated to white noise. He didn't care about whatever it was that Hoseok was talking about. All Jimin could focus on was the lack of feeling he felt in the leg that Hoseok had bent at an angle that if he wasn't paralyzed would be uncomfortable, likely painful. But Jimin couldn't feel it. Just like he couldn't feel it when Hoseok lowered his useless leg to rest flat against the table that he lay on exchanging it with his other useless leg to do the same to it as he'd done to the other. It was always the same. The routine that Hoseok put his legs through so that the muscles in them wouldn't atrophy from their lack of use. Jimin didn't know why Hoseok bothered. Why he bothered. It wasn't like he was ever going to use them again. The asshole that hit him and left him bleeding out in the middle of the street a year ago made sure of that.

Hoseok looked down to see Jimin's face devoid of emotion his all too usual uncaring gaze locked on the ceiling. Hoseok knew Jimin wasn't listening to him. He never did these days. Not like he used to in the beginning when Jimin had hope of recovering his mobility. When Hoseok had first started working with Jimin, which was right after his accident and diagnosis of paraplegia Jimin had been determined to walk again. He was the definition of determination and will to prove his doctors wrong, saying that they could, in Jimin's words, take their statistics and shove them up their asses. But as time went on and Jimin didn't regain the ability to walk Hoseok saw that determination fade into bitterness. Now all Hoseok saw when he looked into Jimin's eyes was resentment at the turn his life had taken. Hoseok hated that Jimin's optimism was exchanged for resignation. But Hoseok was himself determined to keep up the way they used to be in the beginning hoping that someday that spark he once saw in Jimin would rekindle. It's why he still talked to Jimin even though he knew Jimin wasn't listening as he finished working the muscles in his legs.

Jimin felt a hand slink under his neck which had him pulling his eyes from the ceiling to meet Hoseok's. Jimin guessed that his hour with Hoseok was up if he was lifting him up into a sitting position. When he heard Namjoon exchange greetings with Hoseok as he walked up from behind them, Jimin knew that was the case. Namjoon always showed up at the end of the session.

"Hey Hobi. How was his session today?"

"Same as always. Legs still don't fucking work." Jimin grumbled instead of letting Hoseok answer as he scooted to the edge of the table.

Hoseok rolled his eyes at Jimin's remark as he watched Jimin lower himself into his wheelchair Namjoon holding onto the handles to keep it in place as he did.

"It was good. His muscles are still in good condition. Even though his legs still don't fucking work." Hoseok parroted back Jimin's words with a heart-shaped smile.

Jimin scoffed as he undid the brake on his wheelchair rolling past Hoseok catching his toes as he did.

"Jimin!" Hoseok shrieked, his face contorted in both pain and disbelief.

"So sorry about that." Jimin let out as he looked back over his shoulder with a fake smile at Hoseok who looked like he wanted to kill him while Namjoon shook his head.

Jimin looked turned back around as his hands propelled him forward closing the short distance towards the door. His escape. He was hoping that he'd be able to go back to his room to wallow in his misery, not wanting to be around any walkers today. Jimin had begun to refer to everyone that had the ability to walk around him as walkers when he lost hope of ever being able to do the same. Some days were better than others even though he would classify all his days as of late as shit. But on days where he felt the pit in his chest that was filled with despair become too much, he just needed to be by himself. Of course, all hopes of that happening were dashed when Jimin flung the door open to find Seokjin standing there blocking his escape. Jimin sighed.