Jikook One-Shots

Darkest Pain

You may want to listen to the song while reading this...

Pairing: Jikook

Genre: Angst

Trigger Warnings: Blood and death mentioned

There was a new star shining amongst the sky...

Jimin shuffled along the dark alley. One of his hands covered the gaping wound on his stomach while the other gripped on his blood-stained phone.

Those people... They stabbed him...

"How the hell did they find me?" Jimin growled softly as he shuffled forward, his legs ready to give up. A strong stinging pain bolted through his body, causing him to collapse. He slid down against the wall, letting out a grunt of pain as he settled on the ground. He lay with his head rested, brows furrowed in pain and eyes shut tight. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he held his breath, letting out occasional gasps of pain.

A few moments later, he glanced at his phone. The right thing to do was to call the ambulance. But...

Jungkook.

He unlocked the device and typed in a contact in the search bar with shivering fingers.

Jungkookie <3

He held it against his ear, his other hand slowly sliding off his wound. The slow ringing turned into a voice.

"Hello?"

"Jungkook," the name came out as a sigh of relief.

"Hyung! Where are you? You are late for dinner!" Jungkook's soothing voice exclaimed from the other line. Jimin felt tears forming on the brim of his eyes. He knew that it was the last time he would hear this voice.

He sniffed and replied with a calm voice, "Yeah? What's for dinner?"

"I don't know, right now I hear Jin hyung shouting. I think Namjoon hyung entered the kitchen and broke something," Jungkook said before breaking out into giggles. The sound warmed Jimin's heart, making him let out a small laugh himself. The action made the wound sting, causing Jimin to let out a cough and then exclaimed again when the pain increased.

"Hyung? What happened?" Jungkook's concerned voice called.

"Uh? Nothing... Is Jin hyung mad at me?"

"He might be... When will you be back?"

"I- I don't know..." Jimin trailed off. The air got thicker. It was harder to breathe. Suddenly, the sickening realisation hit him. He was going to die. The pain got worse and he let out a loud groan of pain.

"J-Jimin? Are you okay? You seem- You seem like you are hurt..."

"Jungkook..."

"Yeah?"

"I love you,"

"I love you too..."

"I love you so much..."

"Jimin, is something wrong? We have been dating for a year,"

"I know... I just wanted to say it before-" Jimin broke off, letting out another grunt of pain as his vision started to swim.

"Before what?! You are scaring me, Jimin! What is happening?"

"I love you, Jungkook..." Jimin said before a sob left his throat. The tears started to fall out.

"Where are you? I'm coming there,"

"I love you..."

"Jimin, please... Jin hyung! Namjoon hyung! Come here quick!"

"I love you..."

"Jimin. Where are you?" Jungkook's voice cracked, he was about to cry. Jimin heard the muffled concerns of the other boys.

"I love you, Jungkook..." Jimin started to cry, sobbing silently as the tears poured.

"Jimin?"

"I love you..."

"Jimin, stop it! I'm so scared... Hyung, start the car! Now!"

"Jungkook..."

"Don't hand up, I'm coming there... I'll be right there..." Jungkook started to sob as well.

"I love you..."

"Jimin..."

"I love you..." Jimin's voice turned into a whisper.

"Jimin, I love you too... Please say something,"

"I love you..."

"Jimin? Jimin- Jimin p-please..." Jungkook's sobs were very evident.

"I love you..."

"Jimin?"

"Jungkook..."

"Jimin!" Jimin did not reply. He heard Jungkook's voice as his hand slipped away and fell to the ground and he let out a last sigh.

The only sound was the muffled screams of Jungkook calling his name from the other line.

~

It was midnight when six boys entered a dark alley with the police. There they found the body of another boy. Both his hands were stained red due to the wound on his stomach. One hand laid lightly on the wound while the other on the ground.

His black hair was sticking to his forehead and a trail of tear marks was etched on either of his cheeks. His eyes closed, forever.
He laid against the wall, his head falling to a side. One of his legs laid flat on the ground while the other bent for support. He laid still.

They were muffled sobs from all the six boys as they were escorted away. There was just one who cried the most. Just one whose wails could be heard by the whole street. Just one who was reluctant to leave the side of the body. The one that kept calling out the dead boy's name. If only the police knew that he was the boy whose name was flashing on the cracked screen of a blood-stained phone a few centimetres away.

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Again- so shitty

im sorry