Actions Against Words (jihope)

12

Hoseok gave up on Jungkook and had focused more on finding a way to get Jimin from one side of Seoul to the other without driving. Driving would cause motion sickness, and though Jimin had told Hoseok time and time again that he was okay, Hoseok wasn't convinced. He didn't want to make Jimin walk, though.

So he had two options: carry him, or let him stay until he got better. Hoseok didn't have enough willpower to carry Jimin across Seoul, but Jimin had been wearing the same clothes for a while, now, and all Hoseok's clothes were too big for him. Jimin didn't exactly have the voice to complain about oversized clothes, though. And he wasn't exactly going to leave the house.

Hoseok lay on his back next to Jimin, who rolled over and put an arm around him, kissing his cheek. Hoseok had gotten changed ages ago, but he'd just worn his last shirt (like a responsible adult, Hoseok did his laundry), so lay there shivering under the covers, shirtless. Jimin cuddled up to him, making Hoseok smile. Jimin's skin on his sent a wave of warmth through him, toning down the shivering a bit.

That being said, if you could freeze in different languages, he'd be freezing in Russian.

Jimin buried his head in Hoseok's neck and sighed into it. His breath tickled Hoseok. Jimin kissed him there and Hoseok rolled over to face him, kissing his forehead. Jimin clung onto him, and Hoseok put an arm around him. "You're okay, right?" Jimin nodded, eyes closed. "Promise me you'll take things easy, okay?"

Jimin nearly fell asleep before hearing Hoseok talk. In his semi consciousness, he listened as well as he could.

"You're adorable. I didn't realise until now but you are, like, so cute it's actually physically hurting me. You're beautiful." Hoseok took in a shaky breath, emotional tones in his voice suddenly appearing. "And unfortunately, people wanna hurt beautiful things. People pick flowers to look at them, but those flowers die. I promise you-"

Jimin fell asleep before hearing what Hoseok was promising him. He didn't dream, he just sat there, oblivious to everything, staring into darkness for what seemed like seconds, but was actually hours. He started to wake up when the sun was going down. Hoseok was asleep, facing Jimin, head tilted down so their foreheads touched.

Jimin was examining his face at close range, feeling a bubble of happiness down inside him. He didn't know what it was about being so close to Hoseok, but whenever he was he just wanted to hug the shit out of him. He wanted to cuddle him and be held near to him and listen to his voice, absorbing everything he said.

Hoseok's eyes suddenly flung open, a panicked expression lied in them. He sat up, running a hand through his hair, which stuck to his forehead in nervous sweat. He was breathing heavily, each breath long and drawn out, taken in and out through his mouth. Jimin was confused, but assumed it was probably another nightmare and sat up, wrapping his arms around Hoseok's stomach and kissing his neck. Hoseok tensed up at that movement, stiffening. His breathing stopped. Jimin looked up at him, concerned. Hoseok caught his eyes.

"I'm okay." He took Jimin's hand and pressed it to his heart, "my heart's beating, which means I'm okay. It was just another nightmare."

Her hands round his neck. Him struggling for oxygen. The action was familiar, but he wasn't used to the feeling of not being able to breath yet.

What Hoseok said was a small bit reassuring, but Jimin was still anxious for him. Hoseok kissed the bridge of his nose, then his forehead and then his lips. "Don't worry about me. Are you feeling okay?" Jimin didn't do anything to answer that, just buried himself in Hoseok's arms, listening to his heartbeat. It was quicker than it should have been. And Hoseok's voice still had a nervous twitch to it. Whatever that nightmare was must've scared him to death.

They sat there in that way, not doing anything, until Hoseok's quickened breaths slowed down, as did his heartbeat. They still didn't say anything. Jimin nearly fell asleep like that, when Hoseok's phone started ringing. They both jumped. Hoseok checked who it was, concern flashing through his face when he saw the name of the caller. He answered. 

"Yoongi? Is everything all right?" A pause, before Hoseok smiled. "So everything's okay with your mom?" After receiving his answer, Hoseok bid Yoongi farewell and hung up. "His father wants him to stay until Christmas. And his mom's fine, I think." He explained. He fell back into the duvet, wrapping both him and Jimin tight into it. Jimin wrapped his arms around Hoseok and smiled adoringly.

Hoseok caught the smile and let his own fall onto his face. "What? We have to stay warm, don't we? It's a South Korean winter, would you rather freeze to death or be close to me?"

Jimin didn't make an effort to answer. He just closed his eyes and let Hoseok talk. And Hoseok spoke a lot, littering pet names into his phrases (Jimin fell more and more in love every time he was called sweetheart, darling, honey or anything else). Hoseok's nightmare started to fade away. He kissed Jimin out of nowhere. Jimin, tired and slightly confused, kissed back. He couldn't shake off his drowsiness, though, and nearly fell asleep kissing Hoseok. He pulled back and actually went to get a good nights sleep.

Hoseok kissed Jimin's nose. "You're an angel. Really, I mean it. You're the holy grail of the atheist world."