just one day • jikook •

just one day.

His hand reached up to stroke the other's face. Mouth breaking into a grin, he hugged the older man. "You're here," he said, blinking as if he didn't believe it. The elder's mouth formed a grin, his eyes becoming two crescent moons that Jungkook had missed so much.

"Of course," he replied, holding back Jungkook tightly, as if there was no tomorrow. The embrace lasted long, yet it felt as if it was only for a few seconds. He saw the younger holding back tears, a few threatening to escape, and his smile turned soft. "Jungkook, I'm here. Trust me."

That did it. Jungkook buried his head deep into the crook of Jimin's neck and cried. Jimin said nothing, knowing that Jungkook tended to bottle up his feelings―especially sadness. He just let the younger man let it all go.

―

Jungkook played with Jimin's hand as they walked, and the orange-haired man let him. Both were smiling, one happily―showing no signs of the earlier outburst―and the other contently. The park was bursting with different colors, a nice weather between summer and fall. Green was slowly making way for red and orange and brown.

Their hands were intertwined, and Jungkook looked up. And laughed. "What?" Jimin asked, curious for the reason of this very sudden burst of laughter. "What is it?"

"N-nothing," the younger male said in between trying to calm down his laughter. "It's nothing!"

Jimin didn't believe it.

"Fine. It's just-" he said, trying to stop laughing and failing. "Your hair has camoflauge!" he barely finished his sentence when the laughter came back full-force, and Jimin pouted. But as the younger's laughter went on, he couldn't help but let out a short chuckle.

It was already almost 1 o'clock, and they decided to go to a nearby place to get some lunch. They were holding hands the whole way, fingers interlocked and seeming like they would never come apart.

―

Lunch had been great for them. They had went to a movie theater afterwards, watching Star Wars VII (again). Returning to their house, they changed into more comfortable clothes. Jimin laid on the bed first, beckoning for Jungkook to join him. And he did, snuggling closer to Jimin. The younger male was being back-hugged by the elder, warmth slowly seeping into both of them. They let a comfortable silence take over.

"Jimin-hyung?" Jungkook asked after a while, a hint of doubt and uncertainty in his voice.

"Yeah?" Jimin, on the other hand, sounded rather confident.

"Are you really here?" Jimin could only see Jungkook's back. He held the other tighter as he answered.

"Yeah, I'm really here," Jimin smiled into Jungkook's back, relaxing into his skin. "I'm here, Jungkook. I'm here with you."

Silence. Then, "Why?" The sudden question startled the orange-haired man. He was quiet for a few seconds, letting the question wholly sink in.

"Because I'm here." And with that, Jimin rolled Jungkook around, kissing him desperately. The younger didn't hesitate, opening his mouth to let in the sneaky tongue that pranced around in his mouth. Tongues were clashing and lips were sliding against each other, feeling each other.

They kissed again and again, sometimes soft and slow to feel the other, sometimes rough and fast, and sometimes, just little pecks that left bandages over the scars.

―

He didn't recognize where he was. Looking around at the pristine white walls and people rushing by him, he realized that it was a hospital. Why would he be at a hospital? Why was he here? There should be some explanation, some reason why he was standing there.

Just then, he thought he heard someone call his name. A familiar voice. It was weak and faint, yet Jungkook had heard it. He began to run somewhere, anywhere. The voice called out again, just as weak, but it was closer. Jungkook could feel it.

And suddenly everything went by him so fast. His vision seemed like looking out of the window of a car speeding on a highway, colors merging and flying by. He felt... free. Like he could and would never be stopped, not by anyone, not by anything. As if the cage containing him had opened all of a sudden, and he was a bird flying out with a surge of colors.

This thought flew out of his mind when he heard that raspy, whispered voice again. Suddenly stopping without fully knowing why he did, Jungkook opened a door to a room C17 slowly, his mind somehow thinking that he should be quiet. The door creaked anyways.

"Jungkook."

It was him on the bed. Jimin. He was wearing white, his skin was a bit pale, making his orange hair stand out. But his eyes weren't open. "Jungkook," he heard again, but Jimin was not moving his lips. Jungkook was sure, though, that it was Jimin who had spoken, recognizing the familiar whisper.

"I'm here," the younger man whispered back, and suddenly there were loud voices. It was just as if doctors and nurses appeared out of nowhere.

"What's happening?" he asked one of the busy nurses. "Why isn't Jimin-hyung up?"

"You're Jeon Jungkook-ssi, right?" she asked before answering, and he nodded to confirm. "So you didn't hear... Park Jimin-ssi's family decided to pull the plug."

"What? No, they didn't talk to me about this," words flew out of his mouth before he could think through them. "They can't. No, no."

"I'm sorry," with that, the nurse was gone, probably to finish up whatever she was doing before.

"Jungkook." The voice was there again, and it was Jimin. His mouth moved this time, his eyes opened. But his irises weren't normal. They seemed unnatural somehow. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"It's time."

"What are you talking about, hyung?"

"Time for you to let go."

―

Deep brown eyes flew open, and he instinctively reached for the man next to him. He was met with a chilling coldness that traveled through his skin and sent chills up his spine. "Hyung?" he whispered softly, breaking the icy silence that the room now contained. "Jimin-hyung?" he asked again, no louder than before.

"Hyung?" again, but this time, louder. And louder and louder, until he was screaming the name over and over. Until his screams slowly died down and became loud sobs. Until the sobs turned to whispered words, incoherent as they left the male's mouth. Until these whispered nothings faded away in the air and gave room for cold, unforgiving silence.

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written: 16.03.01

edited: 16.03.08 (but let's just say that i suck at editing so if you see any mistakes, don't hesitate to tell me :3)

(a/n. yes i had to put star wars in here... it was the movie that popped into my head as soon as i thought movie theater xD)