Hummingbird (jikook/kookmin)

5

"Here drink this."

Jimin glances up from where he's sitting in Jungkook's kitchen, fresh out of the shower and dressed in the other's baggy clothes, a towel around his neck for his hair.

"What is this?" He asks, looking down at the weird brown concoction.

"A detox, it'll clean you out."

Jimin frowns, unwilling even as his trembling body begs to differ. Jungkook notices and he sighs, leaning over the table in front of him. "Hyung. I don't want to see you like this anymore. I know it's hard and I know that you said that you would stop when you're ready but it doesn't have to be like that. You say that you do it because it makes you feel good but honestly I think it makes you feel worse."

"Jungkook, you have no clue about how I feel."

"I don't," he agrees, "I don't..." he finds Jimin's hand clutching the edge of the table, the older flushes in embarrassment. "But you don't tell me either so what am I supposed to think?"

Jimin stays quiet at that, staring at the other before sighing. "I'll be mad."

"I'm sure," Jungkook nods, glancing away momentarily, in thought.

"I won't want to be without it for long."

"I know," Jungkook nods, understandingly. Jimin looks away angrily, blinking away his tears.

"You don't," he says eventually, her touch ever so vivid even now. "You do know the half of it Jungkook."

The younger just holds his hand tighter. "Okay well... I will learn if you allow me to," he studies Jimin's face, his own furrowed. "It's all in due time hyung."

And he was right, nonetheless, it still didn't make Jimin feel any better.

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Jimin woke up with a groan, his stomach churning. He shot up from Jungkook's couch that he was sleeping on and quickly made his way to the bathroom.

He undressed before getting on his knees, ready for it to come up before frowning, his stomach churning from a different side.

"Ah, fuck me."

Jimin was embarrassed, beyond mortified as he sat on the toilet with his his eyes wide in shock; his stomach gurgling. "The fuck did he give me?"

Usually when he was withdrawing, the honest truth was that he had problems going to the bathroom. Now, while his body was still resisting painfully it seemed to just be flowing out of him. He was horrified.

"Hyung? Are you okay?" He hears Jungkook from outside the door and he glares, unsure of what he should say.

"I'm fine," he responds, trying not to be so mean anymore because he knew that Jungkook truly didn't deserve that.

"Are you sure? I'll get you some aspirin."

Jimin frowns, thinking to himself, "And then what? Did he plan on coming in here and giving it to me himself?"

He should've known not to underestimate Jungkook when the younger does exactly that.

"Jungkook what the fuck?" Jimin cries when he opens the door, trying his best to cover himself.

"I told you, I was getting you aspirin," he says plainly, placing a cup of water and the pill right on the sink counter besides Jimin.

Jimin blinks, groaning as he waves Jungkook away. "Okay, you can go away now—"

"Here let me get you a towel," Jungkook ignores him and Jimin stares dumbfoundedly, watching the taller get on his knees and search underneath the sink for a towel.