Run into Sin | Jikook

⋆Part 11⋆

Jeongguk's sitting in Jimin's room, on the bed with his Sociology work sprawled out across him.
Jimin sits up, resting against the headboard with his knees drawn close to his chest. He's trying to focus on his Psychology notes, rewriting out his notes and attempting to process the information.

Jeongguk had been craving someone else's presence, someone's company. He doesn't like to spend time alone. He doesn't like to be cooped up in his bedroom, on his own, doing his work. He hasn't found the time to go out with Taehyung and entertain himself with masses of people, tied down with dance practice and his assignments. Jeongguk usually thrives off social interaction so right now, he feels starved.

He had creeped into Jimin's room after insufferable silence in his own, trapped within the four walls.

They hardly hang out together in each other's room. In fact, Jeongguk thinks this is the first time he's analysing Jimin's room properly. They usually see each other in the kitchen, in the living room and the invitation never extends beyond that. It's a clear boundary Jimin has, wanting to keep his bedroom for himself and Jeongguk's never tried to overstep.

But today, it seemed like Jimin doesn't mind.

"Why are you staring at me?" Jimin breaks the quietness in the room between them, not looking up from the handout of sheets he's reading.

Jeongguk hadn't realised he was doing so. He quickly looks away, diverting his gaze back towards the papers before him. He tries to read the notes but it's an impossible feat, the words blurring into each other. Concentration has always been difficult for him and right now, even more so. With each passing second, it feels like ants are crawling under his skin.

He pushes the work forcefully away from himself, taking a deep breath.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to."

Jimin finally does look up, narrowing his brows carefully.

"Uh. Are you okay?"

It's not often Jeongguk's ADHD seems to take effect in such a startling manner. The medication he takes usually sets him for the day, allowing him to remain in a pliant mindset where his thoughts aren't spiralling and his attention span isn't less than ten minutes. But he had forgotten today due to the demanding schedule and Hoseok's insistent text messages, asking him to come to the dance studio as soon as he could.

In the midst of his morning chaos, he had forgotten.

Jeongguk fiddles with the hem of his shirt, sitting up straight and then laying back down. He shrugs.

"I'm fine." He lies. "Honestly, I'm kind of shocked." He changes the topic.

Jimin follows the lead, knitting his brows together. "Shocked?"

"Yeah, that we're hanging out like this. We never do."

Now that he's in Jimin's personal space, he lets his eyes wander. He observes the bedroom. It's bare, there's barely any decorations, any sign of sentimentality or any personal touch. It's void of any emotions, empty inside out. It's oddly fitting to Jimin, too.

Jimin pauses for a beat before he manages a laugh, shrugging.

"Yeah but I guess, it's not too bad?" He tilts his head to the side, observing Jeongguk carefully. "Especially when you're quiet and you let me do my work without any distractions."

Jeongguk's only quiet because there's turmoil inside of him, his thoughts racing hundred miles per hour as he tries to placate himself. He's finding it difficult to stick to a tedious task: reading. The telltale sign of ADHD.

"Fuck you," Jeongguk says fondly, shaking his head.

"I don't typically let people into my room," Jimin continues. "You should feel special."