Love Will Remember | Jikook [COMPLETED] 🔞

Chapter - 62

Jungkook lay blissfully relaxed in Jimin's arms. He hadn't been able to sleep at all these past few days yet sleep seemed too far out of reach. He knew Jimin wasn't asleep. The elder was stroking his hair absent-mindedly, seemingly lost in thoughts.

Jungkook turned in Jimin's arms, facing him. Jimin briefly glanced at him, his lips stretching into a smile as he leaned to press his lips on Jungkook's head. Jimin nuzzled his hair with a contented sigh before going back to staring at the ceiling.

The youngest drew a random pattern on Jimin's stomach with his index finger as he collected his thoughts. There were so many things he wanted to say then. Jimin had always been considerate. But Jungkook was a stubborn insecure ass with no courage to talk about it.

"Hyung..." he called softly.

Jimin hummed.

"Can we...uh... talk?"

Jimin shifted his gaze to him, one hand reaching to caress the side of Jungkook's face. "Sure."

Jungkook licked his lips, suddenly forgetting the words. He blinked, trying to bring out the things he wanted to say to Jimin. His hyung, however, was patiently waiting. Jimin's thumb was a smooth caress, tracing Jungkook's jawline. The youngest relaxed a bit. It was just Jimin. He wouldn't judge.

He let out a sigh, his hand enclosing Jimin's hand on his face. He felt the pulse over Jimin's wrist. Without another thought, he snuggled to Jimin's chest, pressing his ears above his heart.

"I never told you about my family," he started and Jimin hummed in response. "I didn't mean to hide, it's just...there was nothing to talk about and I didn't like...uh..."

"Understandable," Jimin murmured. "I have met your father. Trust me, I understand."

Jungkook nodded mutely. "So, my mom and dad separated when I was little." He took a deep breath. "She moved to Busan. There aren't many memorable events to recall from my childhood. It's just..." It was hard to speak about these things but he had to get it out of his chest. "She started seeing men and would tell me to go inside my room whenever someone came to visit her. I was...um...I was only allowed to come out for food, you know."

Jimin's arms around him tightened and he started running a hand on Jungkook's back.

"So...I kinda got used to it. When I'm not in school, I'd stay in my room, drawing or reading or playing games. I didn't have many friends at school. It's not like I didn't want to become friends, but...uh...it just happened. You see, when they all talk about their weekends, like how they went to this park with their parents or how their father got them new toys..." It still hurt him to recall the memories. "I'd stay silent because I had no stories like them to share."

Unlike the other children, his weekends were spent inside the four walls of his room or the small backyard alone. His father did not visit him with toys. His mother hardly had time for him.

"I liked listening to them. They were so happy spinning tales of adventures. Though I had no stories to tell, I liked to imagine myself in their place. Going out with dad and mom, doing all things." Jungkook sighed. Jimin only inched closer, stroking his hair this time, fingers softly massaging his scalp. "They would ask me about my weekend. I'd stay silent because there were no stories to tell. I didn't think they would appreciate me telling them about my time that include any of the things they do. So, they started avoiding me..." Jungkook's voice was pained. "...stopped including me in their circle and soon I became this lonely kid in school. On top of that my introverted personality didn't help."

Jimin kissed the top of his head and Jungkook felt his emotions spiral out of control.

"Wait until I tell you about my dad," Jungkook laughed without humor. "So...he has this socialite thing he does every year. It's like one of those corporate parties, but for the people in his socialite circle. They use this to brag about everything. So, every year he makes me attend this." He rolled on his back, head resting on Jimin's arm as he stared at the ceiling. "I was the youngest kid among the children of his socialite friends. You remember how small I used to be?" He craned his neck to see a fond smile stretching Jimin's lips.