Jimin scrambled back in fear, the bedsheets tangling around his wrists. "What have I done to deserve this, Namjoon? I thought you loved me!"
"I do," he choked through tears. "And that's exactly why you have to die."
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Muffled ringing filled the room. Jimin's fingers twitched on the phone held up to his ear, wondering if his husband would pick up. When dialing the number he'd been hopeful, but by the sixth ring he'd all but given up.
Click. "Jimin?"
"Joon," Jimin breathed, nervous. "I was wondering... when you'd be back? I wanted to talk with you. Work this out."
There was a pause, too long for comfort. "I'll be back soon," said Namjoon at last. His tone sounded odd. Not quite calm, but... dull? "Go ahead and go to bed if you're tired, babe. See you soon."
"Okay. See y-"
A beep sounded against his ear. Jimin pulled the phone away, startled at being cut off so abruptly.
Jungkook shifted beside him, curious. It had been his idea to call Namjoon. "How did he sound?"
Hesitant, Jimin answered: "I don't know... peaceful? Well, not really. Less angry I guess."
"That's good," Jungkook encouraged. "Maybe he understood how idiotic he was acting earlier."
"He told me to go to bed without him. It sounded like he didn't want to talk." He frowned. "I wanted to talk. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him, and..." He buried his head between his folded knees, groaning. "What do I do Jungkook? How do I communicate with someone who isn't hearing me?"
His friend pursed his lips. He glanced at the desk in the corner. Upon it laid a pen and a pad of fancy hotel stationary. "You could write him a letter? Let him find it before he gets to bed. That way he'll be ready to talk in the morning."
Jimin's head peeked out from his curled position. He looked surprised, as if he hadn't expected Jungkook to actually have a good idea (he hadn't, in fact). "Yeah..." he paused. "Yeah, I'll do that. I'll write it down."
He picked himself up off the bed, sitting down at the rich mahogany desk. Pen clasped tightly in his hand, he began to write. The one dug into the paper, poking through a few times. He wrote and wrote. Everything that was in his heart, he put on the page. While he'd intended for it to be angry and defensive, the longer he wrote the more it seemed like a love letter. A reflection of his heart.
All the while, Jungkook sat by patiently. And for once in his life, he didn't pry. He let Jimin put his soul down in ink, and when he was finished he helped him to bed. Jimin needed a lot of help with things today, but Jungkook didn't mind. He wanted to see his best friend smile. He wanted him to know that he had someone on his side.
Once Jimin was comfortably tucked under the covers, Jungkook lay beside him on the blanket. A deep sigh rattled through Jimin's lungs and spilled into the silent room, making Jungkook frown. "I wish you'd never met him," he muttered.
