Unspoken
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the dorm as the members of BTS settled into their evening routines. Laughter echoed through the halls, but in one room, a different kind of tension lingered.
Jimin sat on the edge of his bed, absently strumming his guitar. The melody was soft, but his mind was elsewhere—focused on the figure in the corner of the room. Jungkook was sprawled on the floor, his attention glued to his phone, but Jimin knew better. He could sense the unspoken bond that pulled them together, a connection that felt electric yet delicate.
“Hey,” Jimin finally broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. Jungkook looked up, eyebrows raised, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile.
“Hey, hyung,” he replied, the warmth in his voice making Jimin’s heart race.
Jimin set the guitar aside, the strings vibrating softly before falling silent. He shifted closer, his heart pounding. “What are you working on?”
“Just some videos,” Jungkook said, though his focus seemed to drift back to Jimin. He tucked a stray hair behind his ear, an innocent gesture that made Jimin’s breath hitch. “Want to see?”
Jimin nodded, scooting down to sit next to him. The small space between them felt charged, their shoulders brushing against each other. Jungkook turned the screen toward him, showcasing a montage of their recent performances.
“Wow, you captured some great moments,” Jimin complimented, his voice laced with sincerity.
“Thanks! I thought we looked really good,” Jungkook replied, his eyes shining with enthusiasm. Jimin admired the passion that radiated from him—the way his gaze lit up, the way he spoke with such conviction.
“Yeah, especially when you did that high note,” Jimin teased, nudging Jungkook playfully.
“Hyung, stop!” Jungkook laughed, his cheeks flushing. “I was just trying to keep up with you.”
Jimin felt a warmth spread in his chest. They had shared countless moments like this—moments filled with laughter and teasing, yet layered with something deeper. He glanced at Jungkook, who was now focused intently on the screen, oblivious to the thoughts swirling in Jimin’s mind.
Taking a breath, Jimin shifted again, creating just a little more space. “You know, I’ve been thinking…”
Jungkook looked over, curiosity piqued. “About what?”
“About us. About… how close we are.” Jimin’s voice faltered, the weight of his confession hanging in the air. He had always found it hard to articulate his feelings, especially when it came to Jungkook.
Jungkook’s expression shifted, a mix of surprise and understanding crossing his features. “Yeah? I’ve been thinking about that too.”
The confession hung between them, charged with possibilities. Jimin could feel his heart race. “Do you ever wonder… what it would be like if we were more than just friends?”
Jungkook’s gaze softened, and he shifted closer, the distance between them evaporating. “All the time,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I didn’t know how to tell you.”
Relief washed over Jimin, mingling with something deeper—a burgeoning hope. “So, what do we do about it?”
Jungkook took a deep breath, his hand brushing against Jimin’s. The contact sent a jolt through both of them. “Maybe we just take it one step at a time. See where this goes?”
Jimin smiled, his heart swelling. “I can do that.”
As they sat together, the world outside faded away. The laughter of the other members, the noise of the city—it all felt distant. In this moment, it was just the two of them, exploring uncharted territory hand in hand.
“Let’s promise to be honest with each other,” Jungkook said, his expression earnest. “No matter what happens.”
“I promise,” Jimin replied, his heart pounding in agreement. “We’ll figure it out together.”
With their hands intertwined, they felt a sense of peace wash over them. Whatever lay ahead, they would face it as they always had—together. And as the night deepened, they knew that the unspoken words between them would finally start to find their voice.
