hallucinating - jikook

creeped

Jungkook scurried to the door, hearing the soft knocking. "Kookie..." The shorter drifted off, wrapping his small arms around Jungkook's tiny waist. He couldn't remember the last time someone actually cared about his problems, not even his stupid parents. He could've told his friends, but he never thought it was the right time, nor did he have the guts to say anything.

"It'll be okay," Jimin assured, the light haired holding back the tears in his eyes—obviously pointless. "Jiminie..." Jungkook choked on his words, tears falling. "I'm so scared," he whispered, voice almost cracking in the process. Jimin circled his hand on the younger's back, trying to calm him down. Jimin, pulled back from Jungkook, the other's head looking to the ground, not wanting to show his face. "Hey, look at me," Jimin said, tilting the taller's chin—even though he was a tad shorter.

Tears were stained on Jungkook's face, but he immediately wiped them away, his eyes still puffy. Jimin took his black shoes off, now even shorter. He mentally sighed, putting his arm around Jungkook's back. "Where's your room, Kookie?" he asked. Jungkook mumbling back, "You don't remember?" before leading him there. Leaving Jimin thinking.

It looked the same as Jimin's—bed against the wall when you first walk in, facing the wall. Beside the bed was the window and the desk right under it, that was the only thing different though. Jimin was the first to sit on the bed, immediately remembering when he was first there. He blushed, head falling to his hands. Jungkook didn't notice it as he was sitting down, because of the room being unbelievably dark. Jimin composed himself once again, taking a deep breath, sitting cross legged in front of Jungkook.

"Jungkookie, just tell me everything."

At first Jungkook hesitated, hoping he wouldn't be judged by the other, but Jimin did the opposite. As the taller told him everything, Jimin felt awful for someone like Jungkook to be put through such horrible experiences. He couldn't remember when, but somehow his hand found it's way to Jungkook's, holding it in reassurance.

As Jungkook finished his explaining, he took out his phone staring at it for a while, debating if he should show the texts to Jimin or not. The blonde ended up catching a glance of what was on Jungkook's phone reading, 'Unknown Number' at the top. "Kookie," Jimin said, squeezing Jungkook's hand, "You can tell me." Jungkook bit his lip, handing Jimin the phone, his hands shaking.

Even after Jimin heard the things Jungkook said about this guy, he was still shocked about what he's saying to him. "Hyung..." The younger said, almost whispering. Jimin looked up from the phone, eyes meeting with Jungkook's puffy ones. "He knows about you too,"

"Jungkookie, it's okay. I'll be okay," Jimin assured. Even he didn't know how he would end up handling the man if he ever came up to him—he didn't even know what he looked like. Jungkook tried holding back his tears, feeling it was his fault for putting Jimin in this position. The smaller noticed this as well, and moving beside Jungkook as he traced patterns on his back.

The younger eventually ended up falling asleep on Jimin's shoulder, but he didn't notice till he finally heard the soft breathing escaping Jungkook's slightly agape mouth. He laid the younger down on the bed, knowing how light of a sleeper he was, and went to the kitchen to get him some water. Jimin got sidetracked on his phone though, having thirty-minutes easily pass by. Jungkook woke up by then wondering where the elder went. He walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes from the quick sleep

Jimin looked at him totally forgetting that he was going to give him some water, until he glanced at the water beside him on the island in kitchen. "Oh! Jungkookie, your awake," he spoke, handing the glass to Jungkook. "Wow, you were thirsty," Jungkook nodded in response. It was a pretty big glass—in Jimin's perspective—so it surprised him watching the younger drink it in one go, making him unconsciously swallow himself.