<HORNS>|| BTS x Jungkook ~Mafia AU~

Intertwining Souls

The phone had been ringing for what felt like hours, until Jimin finally slumped over the edge of his four poster bed and picked up the cell from his nearby table.

"Ye," his voice croaked. As usual, the sunshine was seeping into every part of his penthouse and yet, this empty feeling inside him crawled into every inch of his soul. Sleep isn't an enjoyment anymore; it's become an escape for lonely Park Jimin.

He expected it to be Jungkook demanding to know why he hadn't picked up his calls, but instead was met by a voice he hadn't heard in years. That voice which was better than any ray of sunshine, heck, it was sunshine itself.

"J - Jimin?"

There was a silence.

Jimin's morning eyes widened and his heart began rapidly thumping, but his breath became uncontrolled which signalled his presence. He couldn't believe what he just heard. Who he just heard.

"J-Jimin...I - It's me...Hobi."

Of course I know who you are. I've been waiting for you this whole time. I watched the cherry blossoms blooming and you still didn't come like you promised.

"Wrong number," Jimin snapped as he cut the call before immediately regretting it. He checked the recent call log and it was a private ID. Just his luck, as to him it felt like a dream anyway.

Just as he was about to lose all hope left, the phone jumped in his hand as he gulped and was left staring at it, wishing and praying he could snuggle back to bed, away from the world which took all his happiness away with it.

He finally slid the call and with shaking hands, placed it to his ear whilst fanning his light blonde hair back with the other hand.

"Jimin, please. Give me a chance to explain, please," Hoseok's voice was a beg, a whimper even.

"W- why should I?" Jimin bit the inside of his cheek, his own voice rung through the room and it sounded so childish.

Hoseok sighed and there was a sniff before he spoke, "Because not one day has passed when I haven't thought of you. Jiminie-"

"Don't call me that."

"Jimin. Please, jehbal...just meet with me. Please."

There was a rupturing silence as Jimin bit down on his bottom lip, he wanted to see Hoseok again, he wanted to feel loved for who he was and he so desperately needed to get out of here. But...

"I can't leave, Jungkook's men are everywhere. I'm sure you know Jungkook, right?" Jimin knew what he was saying and he wanted to hurt Hoseok even more. But nothing can compare to Jimin's endless crying those years ago, when he realised what Hoseok did.

The effect was met as they stung. Jimin's words were like a blunt knife digging into the thin layer of scabs which just about formed over the elder's deep wounds.

"Jim - Jimin..." he couldn't collect his words for a huge lump formed in the back of his throat.

"Say what you want on here."

Jimin's trained his voice not to sound broken even if his heart was tearing into pieces smaller than dust.

"I want to see you...I miss you."

Those words were not what Jimin expected and his soft mewl which followed struck Hoseok like a flying dagger.

A lonely tear fell down Jimin's soft cheek, "You don't...you're lying."

Hoseok looked around what was once his office with glistening eyes, filled to the brim with tears and if he blinked once, not only would they fall uncontrollably, but his heart would rise to his throat. It would restrain his speaking and this may be the only time he gets to communicate with his heart.