Who would have known that a broken heart would hurt that much?
It was different from what Jimin had ever felt before. It was a dull ache, starting from his heart, seeping through his veins and numbing his entire body until everything hurt. But he just accepted the pain, he didn't try to fight it. Because he deserved it.
He let out a shuddering breath past his lips, staring at the door that had just shut close in a loud bang, still echoing in Jimin's head even though the room was now eerily silent. Maybe if he kept staring at the door without moving, time would stop. Time would come to a standstill and he wouldn't have to face the consequences of what had just occurred.
"Jimin, don't do this, please." Jungkook had breathed out in broken whisper, barely audible, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.
"There's so many reasons why this." Jimin said mentioning in the empty space between him and jungkook, "is wrong. And you know that, as much as I do." He took a pause, trying to swallow down the lump slowly building in his throat.
"I don't care!" Jungkook cried in desperation, louder this time, taking a step forward, his hand reaching for the older boy. Jimin stepped backwards, out of his grasp.
"Don't come closer." No, please, please, come closer, take me into your arms.
The brown haired boy bit his lips at Jimin's cold words, his hand coming back to his side.
"No, we can make it work!" Jungkook said feverishly, with a glint of hope in his tone. "I'm lost, why are you doing this now? What has changed during our break? You've barely talked to me since we came back from Busan, acting so cold. Look! You can't even look at me in the eyes! What happened?" asked Jungkook, his eyes genuinely worried and demanding to know this sudden change in Jimin's behavior.
"I-..." Jimin opened his mouth, but no words came out of it. He wanted to tell the truth, to be sincere with Jungkook so badly. He wanted to tell Jungkook how afraid he was, how lost and tired,
so so tired he was feeling.
But most of all he wanted to tell Jungkook how his only smile could make butterflies burst forth in his belly, how his skin would break out in shudders and get all tingly at the mere touch of the younger's fingertips skimming his stripped back. How he was always craving for his lips . Even right this moment. Craving his touch, his hands, his voice whispering sweet nothings in his ear, his smell, and comforting warmth.
But suddenly Jungwoo's words supplanted Jimin's daydream, turning soft and loving pictures, twisting them into something wrong, bad. It came back all at once, the pain, the cold floor of the dance practice room, the kicks, the punches.
Jimin hated himself for what he was about to say. Hated himself more than anything or anyone, even their manager.
"I just opened my eyes. There's no point in keeping seeing each other that way. It'll only hurt us and everyone around in the end." He spilled the words like a robot, without any emotions, without meeting Jungkook's glossy eyes. It felt as if every word coming out of his mouth was scorching his lips, like acid.
"It's not worth it." he added, looking at his feet and biting his lower lip afterwards, hard enough to draw blood, knowing how much those words would hurt the brown haired boy.
"It's not worth it." Jungkook repeated listlessly. Jimin finally looked up to the boy before him. Jungkook had now a lonely tear streaming down his cheek.
"Yes." said Jimin, this time staring straight into Jungkook's eyes, his tone firm and jaw locked. He compelled himself to keep eye contact with the maknae, teeth now digging harder into his lip, pain welcomed to keep him grounded.
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A Window to the Past | Jikook ♥
Fanfiction" If only he could forget it all, and only remember Jungkook. "