You Don't Have to Understand [Jikook]

Chapter 1: Beginning

"I'm not sleeping alone tonight, there's no way. Nope. No no, I can't. Jimin, I can't." Taehyung babbles, eyes wide as he stares at the laptop screen, and clutches onto Jimin just a little too tightly.

"Ow – Ouch Tae," Jimin hisses, making a move to pry his friend's fingers from his arm, but he ends up squeezing Taehyung's wrist instead, all in an attempt to quell his own rising fears. Sadly, it doesn't help.

Jimin and Taehyung both loved horror movies, but just because they loved them, didn't mean that they weren't incredibly sensitive to all things scary. In short, they were big babies, and they had an uncanny ability to freak themselves out. Scary movies were simultaneously the best, and the worst thing for the two.

Sometimes, the things you love the most can hurt you the most.

"Oh my god, why'd I agree to watch this, I have a test tomorrow, oh my god. I'm not gonna be able to sleep, oh my god. Did you see that, Tae? Oh my god."

And so, the remainder of the movie was watched in such a fashion. Why are we watching this? I'm never doing this again. Ew, did you see that? And of course, there was a fair few holy fucks, and fuck thats sprinkled in there, and even the occasional fucking fuck that's so fucking wrong no fucking way ohmygod what the actual fucking fuck just fucking happened.

And, because it's Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin, even when the movie ended, it was only the beginning of their problems.

"Seriously, why do they do this? Why do they make the credits so scary, I mean come on." Taehyung's practically whining at this point, eyes still fixed on the laptop, butt still glued to the couch, and hands still gripping onto Jimin for dear life. Currently, the only light in their dorm came from the laptop screen, but it didn't offer much comfort.

The faint light only casts menacing shadows on the walls, which maybe wouldn't have been so scary if the music that played during the closing credits didn't sound like it came straight from Satan's own private orchestra.

"Turn on the light," Jimin urges, nudging his friend. "Why's the music getting louder? Turn on the light, Tae."

"Why don't you shut off the laptop - this creepy ass music is freaking me out." Taehyung counters, returning the gesture, and elbowing Jimin as if to encourage him to get up. He was a supportive friend - always had been.

"I'll shut off the laptop if you turn on the light."

"I'll turn on the light if you shut the laptop."

Neither of them moved. The laptop sitting on the coffee table seemed to be too far away, and Jimin did not want to be the one to get off the couch first. To Taehyung, getting up to find the light switch was out of the question. Trying to find a light switch in the dark was just inviting a demon to snatch you up.

The sinister music grows more frantic, and whatever hellish instrument is being played makes Jimin want to plug his ears before they started bleeding.

"What even is this – what are they playing? Are they playing the violin with a table saw? It's getting worse, Jimin please just shut off the laptop before I piss my pants." Taehyung's practically yelling at this point in order to be heard over the music, and he grips Jimin's arm tightly, fingers pressing deeper into his skin as the music becomes more frenzied.

Jimin really doesn't want to get up. In fact, he's so scared of getting up that he's considering just pushing Taehyung off the couch, and using him as a sacrifice to whatever creature may be lurking in their apartment. Now, that said a lot about just how scared he was, because he fucking loved Taehyung, and it would suck if he got eaten. Plus, the emotional scarring from watching your best friend getting gobbled up would be a whole other thing to deal with, and Jimin doesn't know if he's ready to deal with that just yet.