"I didn't know. How gullible I was, am. I never thought that he was the one. The one that I would love, the one I need. It's like that saying, 'You only know love them when you let them go.'
But I didn't let him go. The world did. The People did, an...
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Jihyun. After a long process of surfing Jungkook's memories and of his beings, he remembered who they were talking about. Or more so, what. Back when he was a little one, Jungkook made a deal with what he thought was just a shadow. A play on his mind. But it turned out to be more than that.
Jungkook would have never thought that's what the shadow was if you could even call it a shadow. His entire whereabouts, thoughts, and doings for the past-Jungkook couldn't even count how long-is entirely blank. It was almost as if he had been dead.
"Jungkook. Hello~" Jungkook snapped back into reality as he heard Jackson's voice, a hand waving in front of his face.
"Y-yes? Did you need something?" Jungkook looked around and noticed that both people, who were sitting in the room, we're looking at him with worried faces.
"Are you okay? You've been spacing out during the whole conversation. Do you need to rest?" Jimin said.
Jungkook was mortified after hearing what he had done to Jimin. They were schoolmates after all. What surprised both him and Jackson was that Jimin said he was going to stay. Jungkook thought Jimin would have run. Heck, even he would.
Jimin's exact words were, "Well, it wasn't necessarily Jungkook's doing. It was just his body. Why would I run?"
So, here they were. Sitting in the living room, an awkward silence surrounding them. Tea. Jungkook stood up and went into the kitchen. Not just to make tea but to also get out of the uncomfortable atmosphere surrounding them.
"Jungkook." A voiced said behind him. Trying to find the owner of the voice was a little more difficult as there was no one behind him.
"Jungkook." The voiced said again. This time, it was heard from beside him. Turning, He found Jimin and released a breath that he didn't know he was holding in.
"Don't scare me like that. I thought I was going crazy."
"Sorry," Jimin said smiling sheepishly. Jungkook turned back to what he was doing while Jimin, on the other hand, was standing next to Jungkook — fiddling with his shirt.
"Did you need something?" Jungkook questioned. He was still confused as to why Jimin didn't just leave.
"I-. I don't know why I came in here. I can leave if you want me to-" Jungkook shook his head, laughing.
"Is something wrong? Did I say something funny?" Jimin asked. Confusion was written all over his face.
"Nothing is wrong. I find you very cute."
At this, Jimin blushed. And when I say reddened, he was a tomato red. He had never gotten a compliment from Jungkook. He was Jimin's crush after all.
"U-um. T-thank you? I don't know what I did to be cute."
"Everything," Jungkook said while walking away. A tray was full of fruit and tea.
Jungkook sighed. He was wearing his pajamas- which consisted of only some long pants- and was on the bed. He had just finished getting ready to sleep, lying on the bed just to read a book before sleep consumes him.
Jimin, on the other hand, was pacing around the guest bedroom. He didn't want to go to bed. Heck, he didn't even know if he would be able to. Yes, he had forgiven Jungkook. It wasn't even his fault. But the things that 'Jihyun' did in front of him will be keeping him up for several weeks. Maybe even years.
Every little noise made him flinch. This was the reason as to why he was pacing. Jimin knew the others had gone to bed already, for he had been doing this for several hours. Every light in his room was on, and a blanket was securely wrapped around his head.
He needed someone's presents. That is if he wanted to sleep. Jimin had thought about asking Jackson, but he didn't know Jackson. It would probably be awkward.
Jimin had also thought about going to Jungkook's room. It seemed like a great idea until he remembered that Jungkook's body, (Jihyun), was the cause of this.
A sudden noise came from the window of his room that caused Jimin to scream. It had sounded like something was knocking on it. He didn't dare look. He was afraid to look. He just ran.
Jimin's legs controlled his body. Heading towards the end of the hallway and opening the last door. The room he entered was dark, but he didn't care. He just saw the bed and jumped under the covers.
His breathing was hard. It sounded like he had just run a marathon. Jimin was in the process of calming his body when his hand touched something. He looked over and saw that he had contacted a leg.
"Ah." Was all that could be heard before a loud thump came. The other body in the bed quickly shot up to see what the commotion was.
"Jimin?" A husky voice said. "What are you doing in here," Jungkook said, fully awake now.
"I. Uh, heard a noise on my window and I-I got scared and..." Jimin's sentence trailed off as he was too embarrassed to finish. He knew that if the lights were on, he would be red.
"Do you want to, you know, sleep in here? I'm okay with that." Jungkook patted the bed, signaling that Jimin was okay to do so.
Sliding into the spot next to Jungkook, Jimin mumbled a small thank you and lied down. His back faced Jungkook.
And right as his head hit the pillow, darkness surrounded him.
"Hey, Jungkook-- what the hell?" Jackson said, clutching onto the door.
The sight would look very wrong to a person who didn't know what happened the night before, especially to a person like Jackson.
There on the bed, two men sleep. Except that wasn't the problem. The problem was, Jungkook didn't have a shirt on, and Jimin's shorts were riding up his thigh. Jungkook had one hand on Jimin's chest and the other on the bare leg.
As for Jimin. He was facing Jungkook. One hand was hugging Jungkook's back, and the other was gripping just below the waist. What was even better was that Jimin looked like he had attacked Jungkook's neck.
"Did I miss something? Like a social cue or sexual tension between them?" Jackson said while closing the door. Poor Jackson thought he was delusional.
