There was a distinct sort of noise breaking through the pull and tug of sleep. It kept coming, a shrill sound that played over and over again without mercy, despite the way he tried to ignore it.
Only realized as wakefulness began to take over that it was coming from the area of his feet, and rose to find the source. Felt as much as heard the sharp groan coming from beside him as an arm slung over his waist and tugged him back down.
"Leave it." Jungkook's voice was still thick with sleep and rough from over use, so raw and deep that it had him following the command without even thinking.
"But it's keeping me awake." What time was it anyway? Was time a concept he could even understand anymore?
A sharp whine rose up in his throat as Jungkook shifted suddenly, throwing one of the blankets that had wound up in a puddle at the end of the bed away, revealing the source of the annoyance. His phone lay there forgotten, the screen lighting up as it came again. The sound that emitted from the other's throat was almost inhuman as his thumb tabbed against the green button, sliding it over before pressing the device to his ear.
"What the fuck do you want?" Part of him was tempted to lean in close, to try and find out who had earned such a reaction. But he stayed in place, curling his legs up beside him as he felt the bed shift beneath Jungkook's weight. "I told you to leave me alone."
Silence. And it was such an odd thing, hearing only one side of this conversation that felt so close to something he didn't want to know.
"For the last fucking time, Jimin. You are going to lose my fucking number. I told you before, you are never going to get what you want."
There were somethings in life that you just didn't need to know.
And there were somethings in life that you just didn't want to know.
This was both.
"I gave you an explanation, Jimin. What more do you expect? For it to suddenly change? Are you really that stupid that you think I'm going to wake up one day and realize I love you instead? Don't you think if that was going to happen, it would have during those five fucking years I wasted on you?"
This was both.
But there was no Taehyung here to save him this time.
So he just tried to curl up into himself. Tried not to hear what was happening despite the way it was playing out literally feet away.
"What do I have to do to get it through your thick skull that I love Seokjin? I'm in love with him, Jimin. How many times do I have to say that before you get it?"
His heart shouldn't skip a beat at that. It shouldn't.
But it did.
"Don't you fucking dare." Something inside of him twisted, and he realized that voice was new. So dark and dangerous and if he wasn't entirely sure of Jungkook's love and affection, if he didn't trust him with his entire heart and soul, he would probably be terrified right now. "Fucking try it and see what happens, Jimin."
It was so strange, watching the following series of events play out. Practically felt the force with which the phone was thrown, watched as it met the wall and cracked the dry wall. As it broke apart, the screen shattering into a thousand tiny little pieces as it landed on the hard wood floor below.
Part of him wanted to speak. Wanted to say something. Wanted to ask. But he glanced from the wreckage to where Jungkook stood, entire body shaking from the force of his anger, and he realized that it wasn't his words that were needed now. Shoved himself up and crawled until he was his knees, rising up to wrap his arms around the other's chest, drawing him back until they were back to front. Until he could rest his check against his shoulder blade in some vain attempt to send calming waves out into the space around them.
Felt as Jungkook went lax against him, a slow draining of the violent energy that had seemed to radiate from his entire being. Felt the tension ease as his lips pressed against heated skin, whispering little nonsense words against the expanse. Guided him back and down, forcing him to sit on the edge of the bed, wrapping himself around him so completely that he no longer knew where they stopped being separate people.
There were somethings in life you did not need to know.
But he had a feeling he was going to be forced to endure this, weather he wished for it or not.
