Pluto Rooms | Jikook

Whenever I Blink, I See Nothing But the Darkness!

"Why do you look so...upset, Melonheart?"

Jungkook waves a spoon in front of his chin, staring puzzled across the hotel table at his boyfriend. Now that they're dressed more appropriately (Jimin is in one of Jungkook's outfits, the baggy T-shirt knotted above his navel for a makeshift crop top) Eunmi is sitting next to them. Watching Jimin. Hoping that the purple-haired male can convince Jungkook to speak with Junghyun.

"Just waiting...uh, for someone..." Jimin sips at his coffee, blinking at Jungkook. The younger lifts a brow, unimpressed. How am I just supposed to tell him he has to speak to his brother? The same brother that has lied to him all this time?

"What, am I not good enough company for you?" Jungkook raises his hands to the soup bowl--Eunmi made them soup for breakfast, which didn't shock Jimin at all--and tilts it back, downing the rest of the liquid. "Or...do you mean that bitch is going to come back to our room? Well, I'll tell you one thing, and it's that if I ever see that girl, she's not going to lay a finger on me or you. I'm going to crash my wheelchair into her...in front of some really fucking steep stairs-"

"Jungkook, enough." Eunmi sighs, parting her hair. She nods at Jimin, trying to get him to push the message across to her son. Her face is worn, worry pinching her brows, and Jimin feels a familiar anxiety settling into his bones. The fear of confrontation. 

He can almost hear Perilation now, yelling at him to stop being avoidant--to just tell the younger that he has to see his brother. No matter what. They need to talk.

"Kook?" Jimin's fingers tap against the table surface.

"Hmm?"

"Your brother is coming to the hotel room."

Jungkook freezes, blinks. "No, he isn't."

"Yes. He is. And we're all going to talk-"

"No, he isn't!!" Jungkook slams his spoon down, his anger turning to Eunmi. "Mom, I'm not speaking to him! I don't care what kind of mess he got himself into, I don't want to speak to him. He's an asshole for lying to me about the accident. I'll never forgive him for that. You guys can sit out here and talk, but I'm not going to. I'll stay in my room. I'm not seeing him."

Eunmi groans, her hand threading through her hair. "Jungkook, you have to-"

"I don't have to do anything! I'm an adult, I make my own choices! Just because I'm crippled doesn't mean I can't make my own decisions! My caretaker can't always do that for me..."

Jimin swallows, not knowing how to approach this. He sees the determination in the younger's clenched jaw and fiery eyes. Jungkook clearly does not want any part of speaking to Junghyun. 

Jimin inhales sharply, drawing the attention of the others at the table. "Jungkook. Please. I'm not your caretaker, but as your boyfriend I really want you here to talk. Maybe Junghyun has a reason for not telling you the truth-"

"Fuck his reason!" Jungkook pushes the soup bowl away, the liquid nearly sloshing over the container. "He blamed me for something I didn't do--and manipulated our whole family into believing him. He nearly ruined my life. That's unforgiveable...no matter what stupid excuse he has for it."

I understand his anger, but... "Jungkook...what if he knows something about Gyuri that could be important to you? Even if you don't want to forgive him or speak to him about the accident...you should at least hear what he has to say-"

"No." Jungkook wheels himself backwards, away from the table. Eunmi stares blankly at the table, her lips pressed together from the tenseness in the room. "No. No...I don't want to see him. Not going to."