One Shots Part 2

Make Me Cry {JiKook}

"Gave you up 'bout twenty one times
Felt this lips tell me twenty one lies."

Silence in hangs eerily in the apartment above the bustling streets of New York, early morning light filtering in through the large window panes. There's a young man with black hair asleep in bed, sheets haphazardly tossed about as he lays face down, bare back bathed in the sun. He's peacefully asleep and oh so oblivious to the small pink haired man on the floor, sitting beside the bed, knees hugged to his chest and staring at his lover. His eyes are cloudy, on the verse of tears- but he usually is. His name is Park Jimin, and he finally forces himself to stand up, starting at jungkook, his boyfriend of two years, with longing.

Jimin walls to the edge of the bed, a lone tear escapes and lands on the sheets below him, he wants to crawl into bed and let Jungkook just... hold him for a while. But he can't- no, he won't. He won't give in. He's too tired of being stuck in this loop. They don't talk, not like they used to, then they argue and Jungkook always manages to win and seduce him back into the same routine. It seems like they fight every day, and every day, Jungkook doesn't pay attention to what they fight about. He doesn't listen to Jimin anymore, he just calms him down and soothes him without addressing the problem and today? Jimin has had enough.

"When I hear you sayin', "Darlin', your kiss is like an antidote."

Jimin climbs onto the bed and slaps the younger mans back with a stern "wake up." Jungkook stirs and rolls over, hands grabbing Jimin and pulling him into his lap oh so tenderly, thumbs tubing circles into his thighs "that was a rude way to wake me up wasn't it?" Jimin glares, slapping his hands away and scrambles out of bed and away from him. He has to stay strong if he wants to end this, and Jungkook's touch makes him want to keep pretending but he has to end this. For his sake. Jimin swallows the lump in his throat and finally says the words he's held in the back of his throat for six months "I can't do this anymore." Jungkook sits up, eyebrow raised and he sighs "Jimin what are you talking about? So we had a fight last night, big deal! We fight all the time, it's normal!" Jimin finally finds his voice to speak out and shouts "it's not normal!!!" Jungkook blinks in surprise, his boyfriend is never loud, never. Jimin hugs his arms around himself, feeling smaller than ever "it's not normal. You don't listen to me when we fight, you don't hear my concerns or fears. All you do is apologize for no reason and pretend everything is fine the next day- it's not fine! I'm not fine! Why can't you see that?!" Jungkook slings his legs off the bed and sighs "Jimin, just come back to bed.." the pink haired man sighs and laughs bitterly, tears gathering in his eyes "no. I won't, and for the first time in my entire life of being a doormat, I'm saying no to you. Goodbye." Then Jimin walks to his closet and starts through his belongings into a duffel, tears streaming down his tanned cheeks. This hurts like hell, but if he stays the heartache will only grow.

"I never needed you like I do right now."

To Jinin's surprise he's turned around and pinned to the wall in a flash by Jungkook, eyes misty and Jimin holds back his surprise "let go of me." Jungkook swallows thickly, hands holding both sides of his lovers face desperately "Jininie, please don't leave me. I've never needed you like do right now. With work and everything changing- please don't leave me." Jimin aches to hold him, but he smiles sadly, lips trembling and he removes the youngest hands from his cheeks "I can't stay, Kookie... six months ago I would've never dreamed of leaving you but.. the way you've treated me, the things I've learned about myself- I can't stay. I wouldn't be happy. I just... I don't love you the way I used to..." Jungkook backs away, a silent tear escaping with a broken voice "I'm sorry to hear that." Jimin frowns but busies himself by returning to his hasty packing. He sees Jungkook out of the corner of his eye, stuffing clothes into his bag. He's helping him pack, helping Jimin leave him. Jimin feels his heart suddenly ache and if he still loved Jungkook the way he once did, that act alone would've made him stay. Jimin finishes packing quickly and moves the duffel bag from Jungkook's touch and stands before him, the younger snuffling with tears pouring down "Kookie.... I'm sorry.." Jungkook shakes his head "don't be. It's my own fault- all those late nights at the office, not listening to you vent about work, ignoring when you were sad or upset, I was a fool and I took you for granted. I'm so sorry Jimin.." the older frowns and wipes his tears away "were just too different... we wouldn't have lasted much longer and it would've ended worse. You know that, don't you?" Jungkook nods sadly wiping his eyes quickly. Jimin reaches up and wraps his arms around the back of Jungkook's neck, feeling arms coil around his waist in return and he sighs "thank you for everything. You were and always will be my first great love Jungkook, you taught me so much about myself... thank you for getting up the nerve to talk to me in Central Park two years ago. Our love has been grand, we just didn't check the expiration date." Jungkook nods, smiling a little at the fond memories replaying in his head "the only thing I regret, and wish I could've changed was appreciating you more. Making more time for you, maybe then our expiration date would've been a little further away." Jimin sighs through his nose, fingers carding through the younger mans ebony hair before leaning closer and gently pressing their lips together. It's so filled with heartbreak and memories that Jimin can't help the tears that escape and melt into the kiss. When he pulls away he wipes his eyes, steps away, grabs his bag and walks to the door.

"'Cause all you ever do is make me."

He pauses in the doorway and glances over his shoulder "goodbye." Jungkook only watches in heartbreak as Jimin leaves.