Constants towards okay
Authour: ppphonology
Retrieved from: Ao3
Words: 2692
Ship: Jimin×Taehyung×Hoseok
Summary:
Jimin copes. He’s got great people for that.
Notes:
it’s a bit vague, but there’s nondescript references to past sexually aggressive behavior from an adult aimed at a child/minor in here.
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Jimin was curled up in bed when Hoseok came home. This was not the plan. The plan, when he had laid down, exhausted, was to get it together before he had an audience. That hadn’t been him taking into account how truly wiped out he was, though. It’d been a long day.
To Hoseok's credit, it wasn’t like he was pushy. He stepped into the room, and silently watched Jimin peer up from his nest of sheets. “Hi,” Jimin tried cheerfully. It was a half successful attempt, even if Jimin knew it was a little pointless.
Sure enough, Hoseok gestured around them at the dim evening sun barely lighting up the room. “Any particular reason the lights are off?" His voice was soft and gentle.
Figuring Hoseok was just making small talk to be nice and normal, Jimin only shrugged. “Just because. I never switched ‘em on. Saving us on electricity, though.”
Hoseok stared for a while longer, then sighed at whatever he was seeing. Jimin thought he was giving off pretty normal vibes, all things considered. But Hoseok switched on the lamp, then climbed into bed with him.
Jimin scooted over a little to make room for Hoseok to make himself comfortable in the space behind him, spooning Jimin with practiced familiarity. "Alright,” Hoseok said finally. “So...I heard that Namjoon..."
Jimin laughed a little. Hoseok was being gracious by waiting to say it, but Jimin didn’t want to fumble around the issue if it was time to bring it up. "That he helped me recover my old accounts and read the logs? Yeah. He did. We did that today, yes."
Hoseok nodded -- Jimin could feel the bob of Hoseok's head against the back of his own head. “Yeah, Namjoon told me. And Taehyung, too. He thought we should know.”
That wasn’t too surprising. Jimin didn’t really feel one way or another about it, because it just was. Like a lot of things with this, it...just was. “I'm not compromised or anything,” Jimin told him quietly. “If you’re worried about whether I’m freaking out or not, don’t. Because I’m not. I’m, you know. Thinking.”
There was a lot to consider here. Jimin didn’t necessarily feel like voicing any of it, because that wasn’t where he was at right now. But at Hoseok's questioning and worried noise, Jimin realized some elaborating might be helpful.
He tried his best to grasp at some of what he was feeling, for Hoseok's sake. “Doing it was good, actually. Sounds weird, but I swear it was helpful. Maybe refreshing, even.” Maybe, maybe not. “I got to see firsthand what happened and not just pull it from my memory. I got to...confirm? I guess? That I was a victim. ...I guess?”
Hoseok made a little noise of understanding (like this was brand new, and they hadn’t gone over this before, a hundred times, a thousand times, a never ending argument), and kissed the top of Jimin's head gently. "Yeah, you're the victim. You were a kid when it happened. You sure you're okay? Want to talk about it, or just lay here in silence, or what?”
Jimin shrugged again. He felt a little detached. That was probably going to bite him back later, in a rush of too much of everything, numbness a far off distant memory. Nothing much to do about it right now, though. “I don’t know,” Jimin admitted. “We couldn't -- the worst one? The big incident? The very bad thing that we all agree was very much not okay? Yeah, that one, we couldn’t get. My old accounts didn't have copies of it. I think if I had read that one, I’d be more of a mess.”
