Diary of The Infinite

84| Jimin

Hoseok was gone in a whisper of shadows and I pressed my fingers against the place his lips had brushed me.

My head hurt a little, but my chest had stopped its painful twisting. End was solid against me, arm thrown over my stomach and face pressed into my shoulder, breath coming out in little hums. All at once I remembered the drive, the screeching and the shouting. It was all hazy.

I slipped out of Yoongi's grasp and tiptoed to the kitchen. The oven was off and empty, the food packaged and stowed in the fridge.

The things Yoongi said about Void didn't add up to the broken version of Hoseok who had stood over us. I pulled two water bottles from the shelf and set them on my nightstand before slipping out of my jeans and scooting beneath the covers, wrapping myself securely around Yoongi's still sleeping form.

I tried to quiet the questions I had, I could ask them tomorrow. For now, my head hurt and Yoongi was resting in his arms.

I tried.

But I couldn't help the empty feeling that nagged at me.