Give me a sign - Jikook

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Jimin was recovering from a major surgery, but that didn't stop him from doing anything.

They had been laying in jimins bed, jungkooks face nuzzled into jimins neck as he held him very close to his chest. They fit there like pieces of a puzzle, tightly held together.

Jungkooks eyes opened slightly when out of jimins mouth moaned the words "kookie..." As he rutted against jungkooks thigh, whining like no other. Jungkook pulled the small body even tighter against him to stop him as he tried to fall back asleep. (which did not seem to work.)

Jimin had no one to blame but himself when he grinded up against jungkook again and soon felt something poking his lower back. His eyes shot open and he turned to look at a jungkook ~pretending~ to sleep.

Jungkook was caught, so jimin opened his big eyes and stared at jungkook for a while. He wanted to see if jungkook would ever wake up and acknowledge that the boy was just staring at his face.

When his plan didn't work, even after nuzzling into his neck and poking him numerous times, jimin needed to come up with something just to bother him.

After a few seconds, he decided that he had no chance of jungkook "waking up" without some sort of shock, so jimin licked a stripe up his neck, giggling like a toddler. Jungkook finally began to get fed up and his eyes slowly fluttered open.

He scrunched up his nose, wiped his neck with his sleeve, and began to laugh just as much as jimin. He rolled over and layed on his back, covering his face with his hands. Soon he felt a body on top of his, straddling his waist. He slowly took his hands away from his eyes, staring at the boy tilting his head in front of him.

"You're too cute my eyes hurt." Jungkook laughed out, receiving a concerned face from jimin who sat more comfortably and signed "I cannot hear you." Jungkook reached behind him and grabbed a random piece of paper and some worn out marker.

He stared at it before letting it fall out of his hands. He wrapped his arms around the smaller boys waist, pulling him down to kiss him. After a while, he let the boy fall asleep on top of him since he knew the meds he was on was sure to make him sleepy.

...

Hours later, jungkook was beginning to get bored of keeping himself asleep with jimin in his arms so he decided to get up for a moment. He ran his fingers through his hair and exited jimins room, heading into the kitchen.

Jimins mom was there, cleaning dishes with an upset look on her face. "Mrs. Park, don't even worry about it. I got it." Jungkook said smiling brightly, taking over her spot in front of the sink. "You're such a nice boy, how is jimin?" She asked.

"He's okay. I don't think he's really been up at all. Poor thing sleeps like a puppy." Jungkook giggled as he began to do the dishes in front of him. "You're really too sweet, jungkook. I'm sure you're busy with school and stuff. It means a lot for jimin to have someone that cares about him."

Jungkook set a dish down with a clink before furrowing his eyebrows. "what do you mean? He has you guys."
"Well... Jimin has never really had friends. And it's not exactly helping that his father is shutting the poor kid out, so you're like an angel to him." She laughed as she opened the fridge, taking some things out.

"He has friends at school. Hoseok, seokjin..." Jungkook tried to be humble. "You're all he thinks about though. He tells me about how amazing it is to finally feel cared for by someone other than me... You really do care for him too. At the hospital I came out to get some water but I couldn't bare seeing you and your friends cry like that.."

Jungkook sighed, letting the kitchen rest in silence. "I love him a lot..." Jungkook said shakily, finishing up with the dishes. "I would probably be living a lowlife right now if I didn't meet him." He giggled, not noticing the footsteps in the hallway.

"His father separating with him is probably going to take a big toll on him, he's gonna need you." She managed to say before a certain brown haired boy came waddling into the kitchen. "how'd you sleep?" Jimins mother asked jokingly, motioning toward the clock that read 5:30pm.

Jimin waddled over to jungkook, butting his head into his chest and staying there for a while, closing his eyes. Jungkook would just tolerate the boy smooshing his face against his chest as he fidgeted with the olders fingers.

He didn't want to hold him closer to himself because he knew that the unhealed scar on his neck from the surgery would probably hurt. Also because he got drop dead nervous when jimin pulled stuff like this with his parents around. Or anyone for that matter.

"Jimin, what're you doing?" His mom chuckled, continuing to sift through the fridge. "Sleeping." He replied drowsily. Jungkook laughed at that, rubbed the boys back for a second before he got up again.

They both watched as jimin walked into the family room and plopped himself on the couch, his face melting into it. "I'm hungryyyy!" Jimin groaned. Jungkook followed the boy and sat next to him, poking the fluff that was his hair.

Jungkook reached over to the table next to them and grabbed a half empty box of pocky. He took one piece out and placed it in his mouth, nomming on just the tip of it.

He was so focused that he didn't notice jimin sitting up and looking at him, soon moving his face to look at his own. He had his bottom lip sticking out, that lip soon parting from the other to grab the other end of the pocky still hanging out of jungkooks mouth.

Jimin giggled as he ate farther down the pocky, his left leg being slung over jungkooks legs, straddling him.

Soon jimin was far enough down the pocky that his nose was touching jungkooks, a smile apparent across both of their faces.

Jimin bit the pocky and pulled away, leaving them both idiotically laughing.

The two boys left the rest of the day for cheesy movies and a ton of snacks, accompanied with jimins occasional crying because of 'how bad it hurt'. Jungkook was mused with jimin and barely spoke the entire day on top of that

And though he was in pain, this had to of been one of the best days of jimins life.