One, Two, Three
Authour: jkjm (BlueRainChild)
Retrieved from: Ao3
Words: 3584
Ship: Jimin×Jungkook
Summary:
"... Yes?" He says breathlessly as soon as he picks up, heart racing, anticipating hearing the sound of Jungkook's voice after so long.
"Oh," it's a soft, breathless, but lovely sound that Jim's hears escape Jungkook's lips. "Oh, Jimin, you're alright, baby, you're alright ..." Relief is clear in the younger's tone, and Jimin feels relief himself hearing the sound of his lover's voice.
"Yeah ...," Jungkook's voice-he can almost feel the warmth of Jungkook's love and concern. "Yeah, I am." He repeats, and almost smiles.
"God, I was so ...," Jungkook gets choked up, Jimin can hear it through the line. "God, do not do this again, baby, where are you?"
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Jimin needs help because sometimes it gets to be too much.
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It is a small, cold apartment, tucked away into some forgotten corner of the city. The shelves are a little too dusty, having gone untouched for a little too long, but no one had cared enough to fix that. There are only a few quiet sounds echoing softly through the apartment- the low whir of a fan, the quiet rustle of disturbed papers left out, untouched, on a desk, the drip of a faucet not properly closed all the way- and it is too quiet.
His phone rings from where it has been abandoned on the bar counter, breaking the lull of soft sounds and disturbing Jimin's peace. But his peace was not that peaceful.
He had been stretched out on the floor, the side of his face pressed into the scratch of the carpet floor as he willed time to pass faster, for the end of his lifespan to come a little closer, a little quicker. He does not immediately move to pick up the phone- in fact, he does not move at all, dark eyes fixed on the plain off-white color of the carpet and the wooden feet of his couch and the coffee table and whatever else is in his range of vision while he is still pressed up against the floor, unmoving, uninterested.
It is not the first call he has not answered since he got back to his apartment minutes? hours? days? ago. No, it had been one of many, all ignored by Jimin in favor of sinking to the floor, feeling the weight of the ground beneath him, and drowning in a misery of thoughts. It is truly pitiful, he does not even cry, nor can he bring himself to. He ran out of tears long ago and it is not like he wants to cry anyways. Even if it would be better that way, better than bottling it all up and just sinking deeply into the dark, bottomless abyss of his self-deprecating thoughts. He still wouldn't be able to bring himself to cry even if he knew that.
He does not care who is calling, he probably already knows who it is anyways. There are only so many people who care enough to notice that something was wrong at the last practice, and, of course, Jungkook was one of them.
Jimin still cannot bring himself to care, even knowing he is definitely hurting Jungkook by not answering the phone, causing him endless worry because he will surely think the worst. It is not that bad. It could be worse- and it has been in the past, when the little marks would appear again and he would carry around his pill bottles, too many different kinds for him to remember the names, as if they were his lifeline, and he would put a little less food on his plate and he couldn't be left alone for too long or he would try and hurt himself in any way he could, able to craft ways to harm himself that most people would never even think of.
