BTS: Songfics/One-Shots

Friends

Not requested. Inspired by Friends by Marshmello and Anne-Marie. Jimin × Jeongkook. Sorry if you guys actually ship them. I don't, but I thought that a story like this would be fun to write.

~* Jeongkook's POV *~

It was getting late, and all of the yelling coming through the Overwatch team voice chat was really starting to get on my nerves. I shut down my computer and stretched my arms above my head. Just as I was about to get up and get ready for bed, a loud crack of thunder and flash of lightning startled me. It was raining. Hard. I had been so engrossed in my game I hadn't noticed the storm outside.

What startled me more was the pounding on my front door. I checked the clock and suddenly felt kind of nervous. It was two o'clock in the morning. Who the hell was at my door this late? Was someone hurt? Did they need help? Was it the police? I had no idea, but it really didn't seem like good news.

Before I even considered opening the door, I looked through the peephole. The guy on my porch had a hand on either side of the door and his head hanging low. His light gray shirt and silver hair were both sopping wet and tinted darker from the rain. I didn't have to see his face to know exactly who it was.

"형?" (Hyeong?) When I opened the door, Jimin's head shot up. His eyes met mine and a gentle smile crossed his face.

"Jeongkook... I was starting to think you were already asleep. Were you playing Overwatch?" He asked casually, the water dripping off of him and forming a damp spot on my welcome mat.

"미쳤어?!" (Michyeosseo?!(Are you crazy?!)) I grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. "Wait right here." He was visibly shaking as I closed the front door behind us. He gave a simple nod and I ran upstairs to grab some dry clothes and a towel. When I came back, he was hugging himself and staring into space.

"지민이형?" (Jiminihyeong?) He blinked and looked up to watch me walk down the stairs. I tossed him the towel and clothes when I reached the bottom step. He barely caught them and headed to the downstairs bathroom since he already knew where it was. "Hang up your clothes to dry when you're done!" I called as I sat down to wait for him.

I had some questions about why he was here, but I didn't want him to get sick either. I leaned my head against the back of the couch and tried to fight the heaviness weighing on my eyelids. I must have lost, because the next thing I knew, I felt arms slide around my shoulders and Jimin rested his cheek on top of my head, and I hadn't seen or heard him approach. This level of affection was nothing new, and it didn't bother me, but I did need to get some answers out of him before I dozed off again.

"What are you doing here, 형?" (Hyeong?) I asked as I sat upright and moved out of his hold.

"I just really wanted to talk to you about something." He walked around the side of the couch and sat on the cushion beside me.

"Couldn't it have waited until morning?" He shook his head and looked at his lap as his small hands played with the hem of the sweatshirt I let him borrow.

"I'm not sure that I could have waited that long... I was thinking about you and I really wanted to see you." He admitted shyly, but his words hit me like a brick wall. I knew exactly why he was here now. Why he was here again. "정국아..." (Jeongkook-ah) His hand suddenly grabbed mine; firmly, yet gently. "사랑해요." (Saranghaeyo.(I love you.)) The look in his eyes showed that he clearly wasn't joking, but I already knew that. I gently tried to pull my hand free from his. This wasn't the first confession. I have to admit, he was nothing if not persistent.

"I thought we were passed this, 형..." (Hyeong.) I shifted away from him slightly. "I told you the last time; it doesn't bother me that you like guys, but you're more like my brother. I told you that the time before that, and the time before that... I just don't see you that way, 형... I'm sorry." Jimin slid closer to me and hugged my arm.

"Feelings can change, can't they?" God, this was frustrating. He did this every month or two months and it was starting to take its toll. I pushed him away firmly but not enough to hurt him.

"I'm not interested in you that way." I repeated, the annoyance clear in my voice. Admittedly, I was getting more and more frustrated every time he pushed. "You really don't seem like you're going to let this go without a fight." I muttered passively.

"전국아..." I saw Jimin reach for me again.

"형, 하지마." (Hyeong, hajima. (Hyeong, stop. / Hyeong, don't. )) I snapped and stood up from the couch. "Maybe I wasn't clear enough. I don't love you like that! We're just friends! F-R-I-E-N-D-S. That's it. All you're doing is pushing me away with being so forceful." I sounded harsher than I meant to, but I was just so done with being nice about it. By the look on his face, I could tell that this was finally getting through to him. I hated hurting him, but I couldn't let him hold onto false hope.

"아-알겠다..." (A-Algettda...(I-I know.../ I-I get it.../ I-I understand...)) His eyes dropped to the floor and I sighed. After nights like this, he always left disappointed, but something felt different this time.

"미안해-" (Mianhae-(I'm sorry-)) We both said at the same time. He never lifted his head to look at me, even as he stood.

"I-I should go... I'll g-give your clothes back next time, y-yeah?" His voice was shaky now.

"Wait!" I called to him, but he ran to the door and quickly threw his shoes on.

"나중에." (Najunge. (Later. / See you later.)) He ran out so fast that he almost forgot to close the door behind him.

"Fuck..." I muttered. I stood like a statue in my living room for a long time. It seemed like I really got through to him that time, but that wasn't how I wanted it to happen. I wanted to run after him, but I couldn't. I was scared. I was scared that I would just make things worse if I went after him. I was scared of seeing how bad I actually hurt him.

I finally turned and headed toward the stairs, but only after promising myself that I would call Jimin first thing in the morning and apologize properly. I was physically and emotionally drained, but sleep didn't find me. Only worry and guilt for my friend.

Hi guys! I'm not dead :D I've just got so many writing projects going on. Some aren't for this page though, so you guys don't get to see it unfortunately. It feels good to post something for you guys again! I hope you enjoy this story <3 It was fun for me to write- so fun in fact, I'm considering a sequel if you guys like it too! Please comment and tell me if you want a sequel and which direction you want it to go. Should it just be an apology and the recovery? Should there be an obvious wedge between the two of them now? Should Jeongkook reconsider entirely...? I know a lot of people are JiKook shippers and if you want it to go that route, I'll write it. It's up to you guys! Sorry I've been inactive for so long, I'll try to update more frequently. ❤

-NaBi