Names- Jikook (✔️)

Chapter fourteen

A/N: WARNING: Jimin's part is pretty fluffy, but Jungkook's pov is a bit... Less so 🌚. If that's not your thing, you should probably skip that part lol

Jimin's POV

"You and I were made of glass, we'd never last." -Tumblr Girls, G-Eazy

    And so, with no other choice, they prepared to separate.

    They knew it would be best if they pulled apart, untangled from each other's arms to avoid the harshest ache of emotional pain after Jungkook inevitably left, but they couldn't help but stay together. Even though he could taste the melancholy staining Jungkook's lips, even though the pain of lying with him, fingers entwined, became almost too much to bear, they still visited each other whenever they could.

    Presently, they lay on Jimin's bed, Jungkook's head resting lazily against his neck, Jimin's arms twined around the gentle rise-and-fall of his chest. They breathed in harmony, listening to the ubiquitous thumping of two hearts destined for each other. Jimin tilted his face to the ceiling, neutral tones mixing with the golden drip of afternoon sunlight and turning everything a reserved yellow. He ducked down to kiss the top of his soulmate's head, heart heavy as he thought of the limited time they had left.

    "Jimin," Jungkook's voice was soft and husky. "Should I have taken Yoongi up on his offer?" He shifted to look the other boy in the eye. "Maybe then, I wouldn't feel like crying right now."

    "Jungkook..." Jimin wound his hands into Jungkook's hair, marveling at the silky quality of his chocolate locks. "I don't think either of us would have been able to bear having somebody else getting  between us. It might have been even more painful." Jungkook's eyelids sunk over his mocha pupils as Jimin continued to fiddle with his hair, content- for the moment.

    "I love you," Jungkook murmured.

    "I love you, too," Jimin whispered.

    "Always?" Jungkook asked.

    "Always." Jimin affirmed. His free hand found its way into Jungkook's palm, the half-moons of their smooth fingernails weaving together.

    Suddenly, an idea struck him. "Wait here," He said, untangling himself from Jungkook's heated limbs.

    "Where are you going?" Jungkook asked, falling back onto a trio of pearly pillows as Jimin disappeared through the doorway.

    "You'll see," Jimin called back. The sun was warm on his back as he wandered through his parents' open door, the bed comfortably lived-in, the windows thrown open to embrace the sights and sounds of a rare sunny day. He walked over to the drawer beside their bed, pulling it open with the deep rumble of rubber wheels gliding over smooth plastic.

    Dog-eared paperbacks and discarded jewelry cluttered the drawer's narrow confines; he rummaged through its ramshackle depths, searching for the telltale smooth, hard metal of what he was looking for. He smiled as his hands came in contact with one uniform band, then another; he drew them out, their soft golden color glinting under the warm light of the sun.

    His parents' promise rings, from when they were around his age- his mother had told of the chaotic days of their early relationship, when she had lived in Daegu and his father in Busan- they were often so caught up in academics and their own separate lives, she said, that they would often go months at a time without seeing each other. Finally, his father had gotten fed up- he got his mother a promise ring, an assurance that their predestined bond would never fade. Two years later, they were married.

    Jimin blushed. Not that he wished to be married in two years- but they were a nice thought, and perhaps if the day came when either one of them was feeling their connection to the other fading, they would serve a reminder along with the dark characters lining their wrists. Satisfied, Jimin made his way back to his own room- where Jungkook sat, charcoal eyes wide in curiosity. He sat down next to him, the bed shivering under them.