Click Send | BTS ~ Jikook

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2 days until Jimin moves

Stepping into the entranceway of his home, Jimin couldn't help but feel the sense of panic choking him. The pile of once stacked boxes were now scattered on the floor, their contents still sealed securely. He dropped his school bags against the front door while locking it behind him, cutting off the only way out. Why you may ask? Jimin knew all of the windows and backdoor would be locked as no one had been in the house since the morning and that his parents were both working late. Also taking note of that there was a chance he might have to fight, his breathing had become steadier to ease the nerves creeping upon him. 

Slowly, he manoeuvred down the hallway quietly stepping over the knocked over boxes. Where the hell are you? Jimin spat in his head, a stranger had entered his home and he wasn't going to let it slip so easily. BANG! His head darted towards the stairs, scuttling feet stomped above him. Jimin's legs moved on their own jumping up the steps, skipping a few to reach the top quicker.

A figure running down the hallway, obviously panicked, fiddled with every door handle trying to find an unlocked one. "Motherfucker," Jimin hissed running towards the stranger without any hesitation despite him being a lot taller. One strong tug on the stranger's shirt was hard enough to send him to the floor letting out a giant groan as he tried to stand back up. Jimin moved swiftly not giving any time for the intruder to stand back up, one punch to the face sent the intruder back down.

"Fuck," he groaned holding his lower face in pain. Jimin stepped over the stranger lowering himself ready to punch again, his face a few inches away from theirs. "Stop! Stop!" The intruder waved his hands in front of him, Jimin paused at the familiar voice.

"Jungkook?!"

"What the hell Jimin!" Jungkook shouted putting his hands to his side lazily, revealing a cut on his lips from the punch.

"What the hell are doing in my house?" Jimin yelled back, he pulled his arm back relaxing it while sitting on Jungkook's waist area.

"I have a key," he explained letting a heavy huff of air escape his lungs. "I wanted to talk to you but I knew you wouldn't answer if I sent a text."

"How the hell did you get a key to my house? Did you steal it from my mum?"

"Your mum was the one who gave me it," Jungkook replied back digging for the key in his jean's pocket. He pulled it out while holding it by the key chain with one finger and jingled it once before putting his hand back down.

"Why would my mum do that?!"

"Because she cares about you, she cares about you so much that she lectured my dad into letting me see you!" Jungkook admitted sitting up with Jimin still on top of him. The younger male huffed choosing his next choice of words carefully knowing that it could make or break the already stressful situation. 

"Jimin... I'm sorry."

Those were the only words that he could think of, those two simple words were filled with endless emotion. It fell to silence, it was to the point that the rare summer's wind could be heard whistling lightly. Jungkook waited and waited for a reply but got nothing, he stared at the short male hoping for a hint that he was going to reply then it came. A singular tear streamed out of Jimin's right eye trailing down to his chin then another one came and another.

Suddenly, the short male grabbed Jungkook by his shirt and plunged his back against the floor again. His eyebrows narrowed, his dark brown eyes glassed over, his balled-up fists wrinkling the shirt. "I hate this, all of this," Jimin bellowed, "I thought you loved me, I thought we were meant to be there for each other. But of fucking course the one time, the one fucking time! I thought that my life might be getting better, you shut me out! You didn't even attempt to see me and the only time you contacted me you were an ass! I started to believe that us not seeing each other was for the best."