This Is It • Meanie

27장

I'm writing this on the bus as I await for my stop (I just finished Band practice). It may be a little rushed, but I hope it reaches to your standard of satisfactory.

Jungkook grimaced in pain as he began walking down the pathway with Chan on his back, who was maybe having a high fever. The taller male had injured his back not too long ago from a street fight, and hadn't been able to recover well due to his worrying for Jimin. Jimin.

His everything. The only person he could show his weak self to, his soulmate. His lover, the only person he could embrace strongly with all his feelings in his arms.

But he lost him, and it was all due to his selfishness.

"J-jungkook... W-why are you here?" Chan asked with his fragile, shaky voice earning a soft chuckle from the other who hummed in wonder.

"Chan-ah. Why were you crying outside the convenience store?" After the question was spoken, they tried to get comfortable in the silence which wasn't painful for them. Both of the males was relieved no questions were thrown around, since they didn't wanted to answer any in their state of mind and physical self.

As they reached upon the Institute Building, Hanbin and Junhui was already waiting at the entrance with expressions on their faces which screamed WORRY. Jimin was standing behind them with his head down, not wanting to meet eye contact with anyone.

"Jimin-ah."

The three men looked towards Jungkook and Chan, and Hanbin and Junhui quickly helped Chan into their arms. They thanked the male before silently leaving the scene, which left a speechless Jimin staring at the confused Jungkook.

Jungkook looked totally different from the last time they met.

He looked much more grown up, with his hair dyed chestnut brown and there was a few scars on his face but they are healing anyways. His shoulders had gotten broader and his thighs had thicken, finishing off with his bigger biceps. The male was only wearing a plain black shirt with ripped jeans, bottoming it off with just normal Converse shoes which was red.

"Are you okay?"

Jimin snapped out of his trance and looked at the other with his adorable big eyes, nodding his head as a yes to the question which earned a small smile from the taller. "You said you wanted to talk, Jimin-ah?"

The male nodded and softly suggested they go to the Anime Room, which was empty and the walls were sound-proof (you know, just in case someone listens to their conversation or things go the other way around and shit happens).

Jungkook followed the smaller to the room, settling down in a seat carefully, aware of his injured back while Jimin locked the door with shaky hands. "Are you sure you're okay? Your hands are shaking.. Maybe it's not the right time to talk-"

"-I'm fine!! I-i mean, it's o-okay.. I'm just feeling nervous..." Jimin heard his voice go higher than his usual tone and so he cleared his throat as he took a seat in front of the other male.

Jungkook nodded slowly in doubt and interlocked his hands together, leaning them onto the dark wood table with a small reassuring smile. "Do you want to start?"

The smaller nodded his head and opened his mouth to speak, but no words nor sound came out. He tried several times, but he still couldn't make out the words he wanted to say. Jungkook raised his eyebrow in confusion, "Do you want me to start? That's fine, it doesn't bother-"