Ghost of you |jikook|✔️

Epilogue

"But—"

"Shh."

"I thought—"

"It's okay."

"What—"

His words are cut off by lips against lips, hands reaching up and cradling the side of Jungkooks face.

"Shh." Its Jimin who coo's at him, his soft breath hitting the frame of his lips. Jungkook though more calmed down, he's still fidgety, unsure of what's really happening.
Still stuck in between the time space of between now and then.

"J-Jimin?" Jungkook breaths out, hands trembling and voice becoming panicked.

He's only realized how different Jimin was acting from his usual self. It was until Jungkook looked up, though it was the same eyes he's been seeing for months, even if AI Jimins eyes held just as much life in them. It was different. It was different in a way that only Jungkook could recognize.

Jungkooks eyes scanned each part of Jimins face then, from his hair, to his face, to the tip of his nose, all the way down to his toes.

He studied the way Jimins cherry petal hair was barely even pink anymore, how the colour faded out of his roots, that you can barely even tell if he even had pink hair anymore. How his eyes were more aware of everything, they didn't hold the strain of his recent unknowingness of the world around him.  How his lips curved upwards in the saddest of smiles.

Like without speaking anything, he was voicing out his apologies with his body, and Jungkook fought away any assumptions that were traveling though his mind like parasites.

"It's me." Jimin whispers out gently, his tone is careful and filled with such a softness. Jimin knows Jungkook is in the mid of a panic attack and anything too sudden would have drove him right over the edge.

He's been through so much. They both have and now that Jimin finally feels like he fits again.  Whilst in the process of explaining what happened to Jungkook, he knows he's going to have to take things slow.

With even the smallest of nudges, Jungkook would crack under the pressure. He would shatter more then he already was with the smallest of stitches that Jimin has been trying so hard to work on.

"What about?" Jungkook whispers out, his eyes held such vulnerability to them that Jimin felt his chest tighten. The only thing he could do was stand up, staring down at the frail boy below him.

Jimins lips tugs up the smallest bit as he reaches his hand out. Jungkook stared at his hand curiously, one eyebrow raised before following his hand, traveling up his arm then to his face.

"Come on." Says Jimin, giving his hand a small shake, indicating Jungkook to take it.

Jungkook follows so, grasping onto his hand and letting Jimin help him up. Their hands interlock as Jimin begins to lead him to the room next door.

The room that used to be theirs and theirs alone.  The room where they shared their first times, secrets, where they spoke openly and enjoyed each others embrace.

Once they reach inside, with a gentle push, Jungkook is knocked backwards as to where he's seated on the bed. Jimin standing before him.

"Just relax, okay?" Says Jimin, stepping forward and cupping his hands on Jungkooks face once more.

Jungkook, though hesitant he nods anyways. He has many questions, and as much questions he has, there's a lot that he himself needs to say.

Perhaps what Jimin wanted them to do right now was not to think, not to stress out. Atleast for now, they should just let loose and save questions for in the morning while their not as stressed as they are now. With a clear mind, and heart, they can talk then.