Friends To Forever|| Jikook||

Chapter 5

Third person's P.O.V:

Jimin approached Jungkook's car, he could feel his heart pounding with each step. He hated when Jungkook was upset with him, especially because he knew how fiercely Jungkook cared. Even though he tried to prepare himself, nothing could ease the sinking feeling in his stomach as he saw Jungkook standing beside the car, his face impassive, his usual warm smile nowhere in sight.

Jungkook's arms were crossed, his posture tense. Jimin had grown so used to being greeted with a soft smile, or his teasing, affectionate nicknames—“Minnie” or “pretty boy”—But today, nothing.

Jungkook didn't even look at him.

'Is he that angry with me?' The thought made his eyes sting, but he blinked quickly, not wanting to cry. Not here. Not in front of Jungkook.

Jungkook, still silent, moved around the car and opened the passenger door for Jimin. The gesture was so automatic, so routine, but today it felt cold—impersonal. Jimin hesitated for a moment, standing there like a small, lost child. His heart felt heavy, and he couldn't shake the feeling of dread that clung to him.

'Did I mess up that badly? Does he hate me now?' His mind spiraled with worry. He bit his lip, his small frame trembling slightly as he walked toward the car door Jungkook had opened for him. His wide eyes flickered up to glance at Jungkook’s face, searching for any hint of warmth, but all he saw was a clenched jaw and tense shoulders.

Jimin's heart squeezed painfully in his chest. 'He’s really mad… and it’s my fault,' he thought, feeling the guilt settle in deeper. His small hands clutched the straps of his backpack tightly as he climbed into the passenger seat, trying to make himself as small as possible. Once inside, he carefully placed his bag on his lap, his fingers nervously playing with the zipper. The silence in the car felt suffocating.

He swallowed hard, his heart pounding against his chest. His throat felt tight, and his mind raced with thoughts. His eyes flickered toward Jungkook, who still hadn't said a word. He was staring straight ahead, his hands gripping the steering wheel, looking like he was deep in thought—or maybe just trying to control his anger. The tension in the air made Jimin's small body curl up even more in the seat, his hands now tugging nervously at the sleeves.

He took a shaky breath, then whispered, "Kookie…"But before he could say anything more, Jungkook's voice cut through the quiet.
"Don't."His tone was sharp, and Jimin's heart clenched at the coldness of it. He shrank back, biting his lip to hold back any further protest, knowing that pushing Jungkook now wouldn't help.

The silence returned, thick and heavy, wrapping around them like a shroud.  He knew Jungkook's anger came from a place of worry, that behind his frustration was a fierce protectiveness. But it didn't make the silence any easier to bear.

Still, even in his anger, Jungkook's protective nature couldn't be fully hidden. As he finally started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, his eyes flickered to the rearview mirror, watching the road but also checking that Jimin was buckled in properly. He adjusted the temperature, making sure it was comfortable for Jimin, and drove a bit slower than usual, as if to make the ride easier on him.

Jimin noticed these little things, and they comforted him, even as his heart ached. He leaned his head against the window, feeling the warmth of the sun on his face, but it couldn't compare to the warmth he usually felt from Jungkook’s presence.

When they finally arrived, Jimin hesitated, hoping Jungkook would say something, anything, to ease the heavy silence. But Jungkook just stared ahead, his hands resting on the steering wheel, his face set in a steely expression. He didn't make any move to open the door or offer his usual, 'See you tomorrow, pretty boy. Jimin bit his lip, gathering the courage to try one last time.

"kookie, I'm sorry. I just... "But before he could finish, Jungkook shook his head, refusing to meet his gaze. Jimin's heart sank, and he realized there was no point in pushing him right now. He reached for the door handle and stepped out of the car, stealing a quick glance at Jungkook, who remained still, his eyes fixed ahead.

As Jimin closed the door, he took a deep breath, his gaze drifting across the street to Jungkook's house. They lived just opposite each other, close enough that Jimin could almost feel Jungkook's presence when he was home. He hesitated, looking back at the car one last time, but Jungkook didn't look his way. With a heavy heart, Jimin turned and walked toward his front door.

The sadness lingered, but he knew that this wasn't the end. Jungkook's anger would eventually fade—Jimin just hoped it wouldn't take too long. As he crossed the street, he cast one final glance over his shoulder, catching sight of Jungkook's car still parked there, unmoving.

He knew Jungkook wouldn't leave until he was safely inside, but he wished, more than anything, that Jungkook would look at him, give him one last sign that things would be okay. Yet, he knew that, for now, all he could do was wait and hope that his best friend would find it in his heart to forgive him.

Jimin opened the door and quickly made his way up to his room, his feet feeling like they were dragging. The weight in his chest felt heavier with each step, and the moment he closed his bedroom door behind him, the dam broke.Tears spilled down his cheeks as he collapsed onto his bed, burying his face into his pillow to muffle the sobs that shook his small frame. His delicate fingers clutched the pillow tightly as he cried, his mind swirling with guilt. He hated the feeling of being the reason Jungkook was angry.

After a few minutes, his sobs slowed, and he wiped his teary eyes with the back of his hand. His cheeks were flushed pink, and his pretty features were still damp with tears, making him look even more fragile.

And then it hit him—a sudden idea that made his eyes brighten just a little.

Cookies.

Jungkook loves cookies.They were his absolute favorite, and he always softened when Jimin baked them, especially because they were made by Jimin's own hands. The thought of Jungkook's happy face as he bit into the sweet treats sent a spark of hope through his heart. Maybe, just maybe, if he made them, Jungkook would forgive him.

Wiping the last of his tears, he slid off his bed and quickly changed into his favorite comfy shorts—the ones that hugged his tiny waist and showed off his soft legs. He picked out an oversized sweater to go with it, the kind that always made him look extra cute. His hair, still a little tousled from crying, framed his pretty face perfectly, giving him a soft, innocent appearance.

As he reached the kitchen, he spotted his mom sitting at the table, flipping through a magazine."Eomma…" Jimin's soft voice caught her attention, and she looked up with a smile.

"There's my baby. How was your day?" she asked warmly, but her eyes immediately softened when she noticed the slight puffiness around Jimin's eyes.

Jimin forced a small smile, not wanting her to worry. "It was fine… but, um, I'm going to make some cookies. For Jungkook," he added shyly, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. His mom chuckled, clearly amused.

"For Jungkook, huh? I see. Did you two fought again?" she asked gently, knowing how close the two of them were. Jimin's mom had always adored Jungkook, and she knew how much Jimin cared about him.

Jimin pouted, his lips forming the cutest little shape as he nodded. "He's mad at me…" he admitted softly, his fingers playing nervously with the hem of his sweater. "I just… I want to make it up to him." His mom smiled fondly and ruffled his soft curls as he walked by. "You're too sweet, Jimin-ah. I'm sure those cookies will do the trick. He can't stay mad at you for long."

Jimin's heart swelled at her words, and he nodded determinedly. He moved around the kitchen, mixing ingredients with care, he felt his spirits lift a little. He knew he couldn't undo the past day's events but he wanted nothing more than to see Jungkook's warm smile again, and if a batch of cookies could bring that back, he'd put his heart into every single one. His mom couldn't help but smile softly from the table as she watched her son's efforts.

To be continued.....

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