Jimin POV
Groaning softly as I feel the onset of a shitty headache, I squeeze my eyes shut tightly for a moment before forcing them open. I wince at the bright lights, quickly shutting my eyes once more before trying again. It takes a few attempts, but I finally manage to adjust my sight to the brightness of the room as I weakly look around.
"Jiminie?" I hear a familiar voice say quietly in a scratchy tone. Tilting my head curiously, I slowly move my head to look over to my side. A faint smile dawns my lips as I spot Kookie sat beside me, feeling myself quickly calm back down again.
"Oh my gosh, you're actually awake. Thank god. How are you feeling, baby? Are you alright?" He quickly starts. I giggle softly at his cuteness, struggling but managing to take his hand in mine since it had been resting on the edge of the bed next to my hip.
"I'm okay, Kookie. What're you doing here though?" I question softly. Immediately, he frowns as he looks up at me.
"What the hell are you talking about, baby? Why wouldn't I be here?" Jungkook asks hesitantly. I sigh quietly, looking away from him.
"Jungkook, I thought I told you to leave me behind." I murmur softly, not looking over at him.
"Park Jimin, I've told you once and I'll tell you a million times more until it's engraved in your head if necessary. I do love you and I'm not leaving you. As soon as the doctors clear you, you're coming back home with me. Okay? I'm not going to let anything happen to you again. You're staying in my room from now on and you'll be sleeping with me as well. I'm gonna take better care of you than what I was. I promise, you're safe now and you're gonna be okay. I love you and I'm not leaving you, sweetheart." Jungkook goes off almost immediately, a serious tone in his voice that makes me snap my head over in his direction.
Taken aback by his sudden affectionate outburst, I can feel my lips begin to tremble as tears start forming. Forcing myself to part my lips so that I can breathe easier, I try to wrap my head around his words, still trying to believe the fact of how serious he seems to be about all of this.
"But, Kookie,... Why? I-... I'm nothing of value to you, and I'm difficult to have around, I know. I know having me around just causes frustration for others..." I question, my voice airy as a tear slips down my cheek. He gives me a soft smile though, reaching up and gently cupping my cheek to wipe the tear away.
"You're not difficult or frustrating to have around, Jiminie. And you're everything of value to me, baby. You have no idea how terrified I was to find out you were gone and that you'd been taken. I-... I couldn't focus all damn day long, just worried if you were okay. I love having you around and I love you, Jimin. Okay?" Jungkook tells me in a gentle tone.
Not being able to control myself any longer, I pull myself into a sitting position as I reach my arms out to Jungkook. He smiles, helping me up as he wraps his arms around my waist, letting me wrap mine around his neck as I bury my face into his chest and begin sobbing.
"Shhhhh. It's okay, baby. It's okay. You're okay. Shhhhh. You're safe now, baby. I promise, you're okay. Shhhhhh. Calm down, Jiminie. You're alright, baby. It's okay. I'm right here. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart. It's gonna be okay." Jungkook whispers softly, rubbing my back gently with one hand and lightly running his fingers through my hair with his other. I can't help but whimper in response, nuzzling my head further against his chest as he provides me with both warmth and comfort.
Squeezing my eyes shut tightly, I try to get the tears to stop, ignoring the pounding in my head from everything as I stay curled up with Jungkook. I'm still struggling to wrap my head around everything he's said, around the fact that he really does want to be around me and that he really does seem to love me. That none of this is a fucking dream or a hallucination, an illusion.
"Do you mean it?" I question, my voice barely audible as I refuse to look up at the taller boy.
"Of course I mean it, Jiminie. I meant every word, and I'll always mean it. You never have to worry about that with me, baby." Jungkook answers almost immediately before kissing the top of my head. I pull away slightly, looking up at him with wide glossy eyes and lips just barely jutted out in a pout of disbelief.
"Really?" I whisper quietly as I try to keep more tears from falling. Cupping both my cheeks gently, Jungkook gives me his beautiful smile before leaning in and gently pressing his lips against mine. While just a short chaste peck, those couple of seconds of our lips molded together spoke volumes for what he wasn't verbally saying, the short kiss full of emotions.
"Really. I promise."
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