Eyes Never Lie (Taekook/ Vkook)

12. See me

Recommended song~ Falling- Harry Styles

June 1st, 2005.

"Just once, Kook. He is right outside."

Second day in the hospital was when 'consious' would be a correct word to describe Jungkook. Well, more accurate if you prefix the word 'barely' with it.

The doe eyes, completely devoid of the sparkle looked at Jimin, maybe right through him, considering the emptiness they held. However he was surprisingly adamant on his decision he took in the delirium.

He does not wish Kim Taehyung to see him.

He looks around the room to give an indication that he was done talking about this, without really talking that is. But when Jimin won't budge, scooting his stool closer to the bed and leaning in to force an eye contact and only did give up after Jungkook sternly shook his head.

"He won't even look through this glass peephole thing till he has your permission."

"I-I know he won't."

"Then why do this to him? Why punish him?"

"W-when do you t-think they will let me go?"
He slurred out averting his gaze elsewhere. Jimin sighed and rubbed his face before leaning back.

"None of your vitals are close to normal and you're undernourished so I'm guessing a minimum of three days."

With a muffled yawn, Jungkook points to the duvet crumpled by his feet which Jimin drags it up his legs to the waist.
Taking the idea that he wanted to be left alone, Jimin, sighing to himself, makes his way to the door slowly.

"Jim?"

"Hmm?" he looks back to his friend lying to his side, glancing at the glass peepbox and then back to him.

"N-not seeing each other... Who is this a bigger punishment for? M-me or him?... T-think about it." The lip tucked under Jimin's teeth slips out as he matches the sombre orbs before they flutter close in abet to the sedatives.
"C-close the blinds before you leave."

As soon as Jimin stepped out of the room Taehyung hoists himself up, straightening up his creased shirt and buttoning the cuffs.

The younger now wished he was as blunt and relentless as Taehyung himself is to the world. Atleast then he would have the heart to crash down Taehyung's hopes that seem to be so sure that Jungkook must have agreed to see him.

He sees Taehyung jog to the window of the nearest ward and brush fingers through his hair a couple of times before he wipes something off his face and diligently scrutinizes his reflection.

Bringing a hand in front of his mouth he checks his breath before finally turning to his assistant who still stands by the door.

In that moment Jimin feels tongue tied. No words seem polite enough to reject a man who has only patiently waited for Jungkook's consent to only see him once.

All he can do is look into his boss's eyes and, very sadly- very slowly, shake his head.

The man's lips part, iris float in magnificent dismal; but before you know it, it's gone. Taehyung cocks his head to the side gulping and when he turns back to face Jimin, there is an unbothered but genuine smile on his face.

"The neurologist suggested I talk to the hospital psychiatrist. Do you wish to come?"

Jimin nodded and followed Taehyung who walked ahead his ever so robust walk after hanging his coat on his arm.

He reckoned that his boss was unbelievably sweet when he's sad. And he never thought he'd say (think) this, but he kind of prefers the mean one now.