Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

Just the Nerves Talking

Jimin wrung his damp hands.  He'd flown all the way from Seoul, South Korea to New York, New York in America all by himself just for this moment.  Now that he was here, he wished he wasn't.  Doing a solo album was something he'd dreamed of since the first time he'd pitched 'Lie' to Namjoon and Bang PD.  Now he'd get to show the world his truths and lay who he really was bare for the world to see.

Unfortunately, that also meant being metaphorically naked in front of the entire world.  Left vulnerable and exposed for the world to mock and criticize, poking at his most sensitive spots.  He hadn't even thought of that until he was 30 minutes from filming the Jimmy Fallon Show in New York, sitting in a dressing room alone for the first time in ten years. 

Jimin wished the other members were with him.  He wished that his Hobi-hyung was messing up his carefully styled hair while dancing behind him and laughing loudly.  He wished Taehyung was teasing a grumbling Yoongi who would sneakily smile softly at him when he wasn't looking.  He wished Jungkook and Jin were fighting each other, Jin with an angry face and Jungkook's plastered with a wide bunny grin as he treated his oldest hyung like a rag doll.  He wished Namjoon was watching it all with a look that said he was done with them all.

Most of all, he wished that if he could have just one member next to him, that Jungkook would have gone with him.  Jungkook had offered, but Jimin had confidently said it was something he needed to do alone.  To prove to himself that he could.  Now that he was here and about to put himself directly in the line of judgemental fire, Jimin felt that confidence seep out of him like a deflating balloon.

He gave into the fear and made sure there were no cameras in the room, no guards in the hallway, and that he was completely alone before dialing a favorited number on his phone.

"Hello?  Jiminie?  Are you okay?  Isn't your filming soon?"

"Jungkook," Jimin choked out, tears welling and spilling over at the first sound of his husband's voice.  "I'm sorry I woke you, but I can't do this.  I'm coming home.  I shouldn't have done this."

Jungkook cleared his throat and Jimin heard the shifting of sheets.  "What do you mean?  Of course you can do this.  I wish I were there with you right now.  I shouldn't have listened.  I should've just come with you."

Jimin wished now that he had.  "I should've let you.  I miss you.  I miss you so much.  I miss the other members.  I was stupid to think I could do this alone."

"Hey now.  That's just the nerves talking.  You can do this alone.  You are doing this alone.  Stop talking like that.  You're the bravest and hardest working man I know.  If you can't do this, none of us can."

Jimin's plump bottom lip trembled.  "Jungkook," he whimpered as he began sobbing.

Jungkook didn't say anything outside of a few softly whispered phrases, "Shhh" and "It's okay, baby" and "Let it out."

The tears continued as the two husbands felt each other's comforting presence.  6,864 miles between them.  11,047 kilometers and oceans separating them and yet, they both felt as if the other were close enough to touch.  It made their hearts ache and their hands twitch to reach out and sink into the other's soothing embrace. 

As the choked out sobs slowed, Jungkook finally asked, "Are you okay?  Do you feel better now?"

"No.  I still have to go out there in fifteen minutes and bare my soul to the whole world.  What if they laugh at me, Jungkook?  What if everyone hates what I worked so hard on?  It would break my heart.  Jungkook, I'm so scared.  I really don't think I can do this.  I know you said I could, but I really don't think I can."