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fifty-four.

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     he's looking out the window. wrapped around his blanket, he waits. its cold and he misses the hugs, he misses how other's muscles used to flex as he had him wrapped between in arms. he used to love touching younger's bulging veins all over his arms.

     "god," jimin breathes, buries his face in the blanket and mumbles. "i miss him." he hates it, hates it so much that he wants to cry. but then again, he can't cry anymore. he wants to but can not.

     he has been on verge of going back to jungkook and apologizing, taking him back, telling him he's so close to loving him but he's terrified. he's so fucking terrified that once he'll fall, he won't be able to get up when jungkook will leave him.

     jimin is confused, he's hurt and so is jungkook. he doesn't know he hurt the younger more or the boy hurt him more. the situation has been even, both of them hurt each other. but jungkook doesn't know what kind of struggles jimin is going through, he's hurt because jungkook lied, he's hurt because he hurt jungkook, and he's hurt again because he wants to be with him but he's scared.

     "jimin?" he hears taehyung say and turns around to see the boy entering his room. taehyung has a spare key and it's a need. everyone's worried about jimin at the moment and supervision is important. "you didn't take the uber eats i ordered for you?"

     "i told you i'm not hungry," jimin says, pissed. he has been either pissed or emotional or unconscious.

     "you haven't eaten properly in the past week, jimin. you're getting out of hand," taehyung shouts, runs his hands through his hair. "i'm gonna fuck up that dumb kid." he mutters, angry at jungkook and worried for jimin.

     "it's not just his fault. he's hurt too," jimin mumbles, voice low and soft. "he hasn't come home since them. where is he sleeping? i'm worried." and now jimin is talking to himself. again.

     "he has been performing, i've seen his stages on tv." taehyung walks closer to the boy who's sitting on the chair beside the window, and holds his head to his stomach.

     "how does he look? does he look healthy?" jimin asks, with a smile and fuck, he looks like a maniac. a lovestruck maniac who is desperate to meet his lover.

     "he.." taehyung debates on telling him the truth. but right now, always jimin is the one more important. "he looks just fine." he lies. jungkook has been on tv and on news for being a hit but also about how he looks sick. but jimin doesn't need to know that.

     "i'm glad he's doing fine," jimin says lowly, looks as the curtain of jungkook's window wave and his bedroom is as messed as two weeks ago. he misses him so fucking much.

     "and what about you jimin?" taehyung says, runs his hand through jimin's hair. "what about you being fine?"

     "just give me some time, i'll be just as fine," jimin says and him and taehyung both know―

     ―that he's lying.

❝he's far too in to get back❞