Ghost of you |jikook|✔️

Thirty Five

It's the sound of the doorbell that catches his attention.

He feels like he hasn't heard much noise in the past day or so, it's just been quiet, like if you were to drop a pin you would be able to hear it vividly.

The ring of the bell echoes throughout the empty house in waves, hitting off of each wall and bouncing back, entering Jimins ears. His eyes snap open instantly, sitting up abruptly and nearly falling off of Jungkooks bed.

"Jungkook!"

Jimin is so happy as he's scurrying past the frames of the door from Jungkooks room, his feet padding against the floor as he runs.

When Jimin gets to the front door, he's already whipping it open, the smile on his face is so evidently happy.

The sun shines so brightly today. It would only make sense for Jungkook to come walking in, sun behind his back, smile on his face.

It's when Jimins eyes adjust that he realizes,

It could only ever feel bright and sunny if it were Jungkook,

Because at the moment it was pouring rain,

And Jungkook was still no where to be seen.

—

He's walked for a long time,

Where is my mind?

Like his brain was a cup, and it was just overflowing and cracking at the sides. He couldn't think, couldn't even feel anymore.

It was when his clothes were sticking to his skin did he realize it was raining, thunder roaring from the sky's as the rain fell down as hard as it can. As each rain hit the ground it was like a drum, beating like a heart, 100 miles a minute.

He couldn't even remember feeling cold, like his skin became numb to each prickle of the rain, numb towards the wind that blew harshly against his skin.

Couldn't even feel it when he stumbled on his feet, tripping over and landing— scraping the palms of his hands. His breaths came out in huffs, visible in the air as if he was smoking.

He came face to face with himself in the reflection of the now forming puddle. Eyes meeting his own, he couldn't even recognize himself anymore.

His own reflection only showing him, what he himself sees. Everything he's ever regretted and hated formed into the reflection of himself—creating a sundry amount of terrible and devastating images to shower through his mind.

Jungkook just didn't feel right anymore.

He felt the heart wrenching sob at the back of his throat and he could only dare to let it out. At the moment he just couldn't think, but when his mind slowly started to clear out he could only think of one thing, one person.

Jimin.

Jimin.

He wanted to, no, needed to see Jimin. This was what motivated him to stand up abruptly, not caring about the stinging on his palms and on his knees. The stinging of the cold prickling his skin as he ran to the one place he started to call home again. To the place with a small boy with blossoms in his hair and more love in his glass heart that not many or anyone at all can even compare to.

Jungkook was ready to accept Jimin in his all, AI and everything if it meant not hurting anyone. Maybe he's always accepted him, maybe nothing has to change.

At the moment or any time ever, all he wanted was Jimin, to just be there for him, and Jungkook would be there for Jimin.

When he gets home, the sob staying at the back of his throats finally escapes. Like he's relieved to be back in the familiar walls of his home, back into the comfortable atmosphere that only built up there because of Jimin.

"Jimin?" Jungkook calls out weakly, walking through the door slowly. He didn't even bother to kick off his shoes as he walked in, mind too clouded on Jimin to think of anyone else.

"I'm so sorry I left so suddenly, it's just that I had some things to do and i came back a lot later then I should have."

He ignores the panic that starts to settle in at the silence, mind starting to become delusional as he looks through his bedroom door to only find it empty.

"I'm sorry if I've worried you, I know how much you hate when I do that, Jiminie? I'm sorry."

He's walking through the kitchen now, the thunder becoming louder as the rain now pounded against the roof. From the corner of his eye he can see the trees shaking intensely from the wind, the occasional bolt of light, as lighting hit the earth.

Jungkook gulps, turning around and walking up the stairs. His legs are wobbly and shaky with each step as Jungkook finally makes it up the stairs. His heart feels so heavy now, hair still damp as it falls over his eyes as he stares at the familiar door knob.

"Lets just—"

Jungkook opens the door, eyes now drinking in the sight of empty canvases and an empty room.

"I just wanna—"

He loses his energy, slowly dropping on his knees as he watches the empty room. In his mind he sees the room become golden, a younger version of Jimin giggling up at him as he splashes paint on the side of his cheek.

The memory clears as a tear falls down Jungkooks cheek.

"I just want to see you."