hybrid

twenty-six

after yoongi's heat attack, jungkook decided it was better if they went out for a cup of coffee, wanting nothing but to savour the sweet aroma of pastries and lattes.

a small smile played on his lips as he watches his dear hybrid devour his chocolate cake, eating recklessly which resulted for it to smudge on the sides of his lips.

jungkook found himself amused at the image, a chuckle emitting from his lips as he watched he dog fondly. adorable, he thought, deciding it was the best word to describe jimin as of this very moment.

but as the image of yoongi in severe pain popped in his mind, jungkook couldn't help but feel anxious. he remembered quite well how fucked up the fox looked earlier— how pitiful he was, longing and waiting for his master to come and take the pain away.

he felt how yoongi's body shivered in both fear and dread. how the fox felt so hopeless and useless— so weak and fragile. that if taehyung came late even a second more longer, yoongi could've lost his mind. he could've been damaged, or worse.

he could've died.

that thought alone fucked his mind up. what if he got stuck on traffic and couldn't make it back in time? what if jimin's attack came unexpected and he was away for work or he was in school, studying?

a herd of what if's flooded his mind, dazed in utmost depression that he didn't notice the concerned stares he was receiving from his dear hybrid. the dead air dreaded on, filling their chests with anxiety and blues. and as the silence went on, jimin found himself grew more worried and anxious for his dear human.

"– geuki?"

those words rang through jungkook's mind like a broken record. it was those times where he would be drowning himself in thoughts, and somehow jimin's voice was strong enough to lull him back to reality. those times where jimin could just stare at him and do nothing, and his depressed state will be instantly forgotten.

it was as though jimin had this certain power to pull him off from his trance. a certain magnet that pulls jungkook to forget whatever he was deeply fathoming and just adore and cherish the small cutie sitting across from him.

"geuki okay?" he hears his sweet princess asks, eyes filled with worry and lips crestfallen.

jungkook wonders how jimin could easily do it. he wonders how jimin could just ask the simplest things and yet feels like the most poetic words jungkook has ever heard of. how everything seems brighter when they're together— how perfect it feels and just how magnificent jimin just is.

"geuki?"

he knows he should stop gazing at his adorable hybrid and start answering his damn questions because jimin might start crying if he fails to do so.

and so he spoke,

"i love you, jimin."

and as those words escaped from his lips, he didn't miss the way the hybrid's worries slowly subsided and changed into something much more; didn't miss the way his eyes softened as a small tint of blush raided his cheeks.

jimin didn't answer. he was silent and unmoving. but it was in the way his lips curved into a small smile that had jungkook smiling as well.

there were no words exchanged after that, lost in each others eyes, and yet somehow, that was everything.

they're in love