You Get What You Give || Jikook [ONGOING]

Chapter 4

Jimin felt like shit. Shittier than he normally did. He knew it was because he felt guilty for saying what he said to Jungkook unaware of his brother's death. He also knew that he owed Jungkook an apology, but Jungkook had been avoiding him for the past week. Wherever Jimin was Jungkook made sure not to be. Jimin really couldn't blame him. He'd avoid him too. Jimin at that time had decided to investigate Jungkook and who he was before becoming his companion, something Jimin was still trying to come to terms with. Having a companion.

The first thing Jimin realized as he read up on Jungkook was that Jungkook had been right. He was far from a shitty boxer as Jimin had so assuredly stated that night. Out of 32 matches Jungkook had participated in since his professional debut, he had never lost one of them. Most impressive though was that 22 of those wins were by knock out while the other 10 were won by unanimous decision. Jimin had watched a few of the compilation videos of Jungkook's best fights. It was during watching those videos that he had laid eyes on the man in the corner of the ring that without a doubt had to be Jungkook's brother. He looked just like Jungkook, just older minus all the piercings and tattoos.

Jimin in the small interactions he saw between the two brothers could tell that they were close. It made him feel even shittier about what he said to Jungkook. Jimin also wondered what happened. Because no matter how much he scoured the internet there was next to nothing available about Jungkook's brother. All Jimin had been able to learn was his name, Junghyun, his age, 25, the same as Jimin, and that he had been Jungkook's initial trainer. But nothing about why he passed away. What his cause of death was. Just that he was there one day and gone the next leaving the boxing world in mourning. Leaving Jungkook in mourning.

Jimin, pondering on all these things for another night in a row pulled himself up into a sitting position. He'd had another sleepless night between the guilt, his self-loathing, and the spasticity he had been experiencing again. It was just one more thing to add to his plate. He knew he would have to tell Namjoon but more specifically Hoseok that his muscles were involuntarily contracting again. You would think he wouldn't be able to feel it, but he could. The pain was kind enough to resonate through the rest of his body that could feel. Just another wonderful perk of being paralyzed Jimin grimaced as he pulled his chair closer to the bed.

Jimin, unlike his usual grace he managed to employ when transferring from his bed to his chair struggled to do so thanks to the spasming in his legs. He had almost lost his grip on the chair when a particularly bad contraction seized his right leg locking it up. Jimin gritted his teeth as he righted himself in his chair. Jimin had to take a handful of deep breaths to calm his racing heart that was doing so from both the excursion of moving and the pain rippling through his upper body. Jimin exhaled slowly as he grabbed the hand rims on each wheel and rolled himself forward towards his bathroom. As soon as Jimin entered it light flooded the room the sensor that was installed at the bottom of the door being tripped to do so.

Jimin's bathroom by any normal person's standards was nice with its hardwood flooring and white subway tiled walls made brighter by the white walls that took up the wall space they didn't occupy. Additionally, it had all the standard requirements a bathroom would have like a walk-in shower, sink, toilet, and bathtub; however, all those things were modified just like the rest of the house to make his disabled life easier. The sink was a wall mounted vessel sink with counter space that allowed him to roll underneath the space in his chair so that he was able to reach the things he needed comfortably. The walk-in shower had a built-in bench tucked into its corner with a handrail bolted to the wall that ran up it diagonally starting levelly with the built-in bench. It also had built in corner shelves that ran up the wall stopping before it reached the height of the detachable showerhead. The bathtub was as you would expect not your run of the mill tub. It was a walk-in tub with a door that sealed well enough to hold in water so that you could take a bath. It had built-in seating, a handrail, a detachable showerhead next to the faucets, and whirlpool jets. The jets enabled Jimin to imagine he was sitting in a jacuzzi somewhere far away from his shitty life. It was the only perk the tub had outside of it giving Jimin the ability to bathe himself after Namjoon helped him in of course.