Two Streets (Continued)

4. Learning.

The first thing that Jimin noticed when he woke up the next morning was that he wasn't in his bed. This bed was too soft, too comfortable to be his own. The next thing he noticed was the now-brightly lit room he was in. It was a beautifully furnished room, and as Jimin slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes, his thoughts slowly started realigning.

Jungkook.

So that hadn't been an extremely elaborate dream he'd had. This was real. He vividly remembered Jungkook lending him his clothes, too big for his smaller frame, as he led him here, into the guestroom. He remembered how the younger sat beside him, talking about everything that he could think of, as he slowly drifted off to sleep. And oh, how he felt those soft fingers tracing his forehead just as he embraced the unconsciousness.

He still couldn't believe it. He didn't understand why would someone like Jungkook care about a street kid like him. Why he would insist on making him stay? But their conversation last night had been etched into Jimin's mind like a manuscript.

"We'll learn happiness together."

Jimin felt his lips curve upwards to form the slightest of a smile. If Jungkook was willing to try, he would as well. Even if he didn't believe it yet, he would do that for Jungkook. He would try to forget the burdens of his past, try to move on past the things he'd done. The things that had been done to him. He'd do whatever it takes to feel happy again. And he'd do it all for Jungkook.

There was a cold gust of November breeze through the ajar window and Jimin sunk onto the sheets, pulling them up to his chin as a sweet aroma of cocoa wafted through the air, and Jimin blinked when he saw Jungkook enter into the bedroom, with two steaming cups of coffee in each of his hands, a tired smile playing on his lips.

Jimin noticed how the younger looked so different than last night. His dark, raven hair, usually styled neatly were now falling in messy curls all over his forehead. His pretty doe eyes hinted of drowsiness and his lips were just a bit swollen. Only now did Jimin realize how young Jungkook really was.

"Good morning, hyung."

Jungkook said, in a few octaves lower than usual, as he slowly set down their cups down onto the night stand.

Jimin gave him a small, almost invisible smile before muttering a soft "Morning." However, his teeth clattered a bit through the word, and Jungkook was quick to notice. His eyes landed on how the older was all curled up into the sheets, concern quickly flooding his chocolate eyes. He turned to quickly analyse the room, before his eyes landed on the window. He sighed microscopically before walking over to the other side and shutting the window.

Jimin was a bit surprised by the thoughtful gesture, and touched. Jungkook didn't even need words to know what bothered him. He felt warmer by the younger's intention than his actual action as he let the covers fall off him. Jungkook made his way towards Jimin, taking a seat next to him on the bed as he gently handed the cup of coffee to him.

"Here, have this. It'll make you feel better."

Jimin bit his lower lip, too overwhelmed to even accept the cup of coffee that was being offered to him. This was too much for him. He wasn't used to be treated like...like he was something important. Like he was worth something. The last time someone cared for him like this was when he was a kid, back when he had an actual family. But this, it made his stomach do flips and made his heart race.

He didn't deserve it.

"Jungkook...you've already helped me so much. You don't have to do this." He replied in a small voice, averting his gaze from Jungkook's big browns.

Jungkook's expression softened, as he shook his head lightly, before taking one of Jimin's smaller hands in his as he placed it on the cup's handle, leaning down to blow the steam off the rim to make sure it wasn't too hot.