Jimin's small hand reached out for the offered milk, his feet digging into the sand to stop himself from swinging. A small 'thank you' was muttered, followed by nothing but silence. Jimin wondered whether the other knew about his weakness for strawberries. How could he possibly, though? The two had never talked, nor were they in the same class, there was no way he could know, could he? The smaller tilted his head to look over at Jungkook. He assumed the other must have gotten the same for himself, just to be proven wrong when he saw the banana milk in his hands.
In fact, Jimin underestimated those big round eyes. Jungkook had always been quiet, but good at observing people. He didn't really like people much, but Jimin was different. He found his round face, the chubby cheeks and his whole being so adorable in the most innocent way that he found himself observing him more than he wanted to admit. He also noticed him drinking the strawberry milk quite often after they had PE together or in the cafeteria.
The two boys didn't exchange one word that night. Jungkook had questions, but refrained from asking them. Showing someone was here for the broken boy seemed like the best he could do, he didn't have to stab into his wounds, hurting him more. If Jimin wanted to talk, he would and in that case, Jungkook would be there to listen.
Jimin found Jungkook's presence nothing but comforting. It was the opposite to what he had at home - yelling, doors slamming, crying.
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At one point, Jimin got up when he thought it was safe to go home, he still had homework to do. He looked at Jungkook, smiled, bowed and walked away. Smiles and good company was all they exchanged, no number, no word.
The playground remained his escape and Jungkook would see him whenever he raised his gaze to think while doing homework. He would come down every time, staying next to him on the swings, bringing him strawberry milk, strawberries, strawberry gums or candy or just any other random snack in attempt to cheer him up. Jimin would never be able to put his thankfulness into words. Maybe that was why he never even tried.
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Broken
FanfictionJimin was once again alone. It wasn't something new or that he wasn't used to, but this time it was more apparent when the tall brunette sat beside him routinely after he'd fled from his house. Nothing more was shared than silence and strawberry mil...
