Resurfacing The Ice//Jikook

Want You Back

Jungkook's POV

I wake up with a pounding head ache as I drag myself off my couch and into my shower. I have no idea how I got home last night. I was so drunk all I remember was seeing the bottom of 6 shot glasses, then everything went black until now. 

I groan as I step into the shower, washing myself off. I close my eyes and let the warm water work its magic, and soon enough my hangover is already almost gone. I don't know why, but all I need is a couple Tylenol and a hot shower and boom, my hangover is gone within two hours. 

 ~Time Skip~

I sit at the bar of a coffee shop, sipping my steaming beverage as I try and make up my mind about whether or not I'll go get my things from Jimin's house today. Mentally I make a list of pros and cons.

Pros:

~I get my stuff back.

~I get to see Jimin one last time.

~I can formally apologize to Fredrick.

~I can possibly steal some money as I leave the house and pay them back with that. 

Cons:

~ I have to see Jimin one. Last. Time. 

~I have to say goodbye to Fredrick.

~I can't skate with them anymore...

I sip at my coffee and think over my options for another half hour before I finally build up the courage to just go do it.

~At Jimin's House~

I ring the doorbell, rocking back and forth nervously on my heels as I look towards the ice skating rink. It looks dark...aren't they practicing today?

"Hello, Mr. Jeon. Please follow me." Is all the butler says, opening the door slightly wider for me to walk inside. 

"Oh, uh thanks. So," I begin as he escorts me down the hall to my old room. "I was just coming to get my stuff so-"

"Oh yes, it should all be in your room, Mr. Jeon. Jimin made sure everyone left this room alone. He will be very heppy to learn of your return."

"Oh..." I say quietly. "Well," I'm not quite sure how to break the news to him. "Is Jimin still sleeping or is he practicing?"

"Master Jimin has not left his room since last night." He reports. 

"Oh." Is all I can say as he begins to open the door. "Well, you see sir, I'm not really coming back. I just-" He finishes opening my door and to my surprise sits a very pleasant looking blonde boy on my bed. "Jimin!" I gasp slightly. He only nods in response. His face is still loose with sleep, he must've just woken up...which is when I realize my disheveled pillows and Jimin's slightly matted hair. Did he sleep in my bed? I blush internally at the thought. 

"M-Master Jimin!" The butler exclaims, bowing in politeness. "I had no idea you were here, I apologize for the intrusion-"

"Just stop." He says, waving his hand at the frazzled butler. "Let me guess, you're here to say sorry?" He asks, sitting up a little straighter. He's dressed in an over-sized white t-shirt that goes halfway down his thighs, leaving the rest of his pale smooth legs to the open air and I have to keep my eyes anywhere but on him or else I might get a b-wait...did he just say he thought I was here to say sorry?

"Um...no actually." I say, looking down at the floor, swallowing hard before continuing. "I was just here to get my stuff." I gesture to the things on the nightstand. 

"...y-you're here to get your stuff?" He asks, sounding genuinely confused. 

"Yeah." I answer, not really sure what else to say. "I've got work in like an hour so, I kind of have to hurry." I say, checking my watch to make sure.