(JIKOOK) Texting Story Snippets

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He hadn't told the other he was on his way, not at all considering that he might still be asleep by the time he arrived. A little arrogant, Jimin thinks of himself, expecting him to be awaiting my arrival rather than resting. He realizes how much of his memory recalls Jungkook as something like a puppy, needy for attention and always waiting with an outstretched hand, that toothy smile plastered on his face and big brown eyes following his every move as if everything in his gaze was the most extraordinary sight to behold. Jungkook's hands would cover him in gentle caresses, lips pressing a few chaste kisses to his temple followed by one long and drawn out. The last one was Jimin's favorite, as the tallers warmth would cover him from his head to his toes, a pleasant feeling even in the midst of summer.

Jimin flutters his eyes open again, unaware until this moment that he'd closed them. It isn't unusual for him to get caught up in memories of the past, reliving what could be considered his greatest love story. What's unnatural is his environment and he realizes while coming back to it that Jungkook is surveying him from across the room, a curious raise in his eyebrow.

"Did I wake you?" Jimin mutters a bit sheepishly, feeling just a tinge awkward under the others unwavering stare. He hasn't felt a stare quite this intense in, well, forever. Maybe he's in his head too much already, but the weight of it is like cinder blocks on his shoulders. He backs himself into the door, clicking it closed, flinching at the sound of it catching, containing himself inside a room all alone with the man he's avoided seeing for seven years. The surreal nature of the situation suddenly feels like a loaded gun ready to go off.

Jungkook chuckles lowly, throat dry from his sleep, voice several octaves deeper than it normal is.

This catches Jimin's attention, unfortunately. He peels himself away from the door and shuffles towards the end of the hospital bed, clutching the metal bars of its frame in his hands. His clammy palms feel slick against the bars and he resolves to nervously wiping them on his pants, still caught in Jungkook's stare.

"I didn't mean to fall asleep." Jungkook finally says, taking a sharp inhale and then clearing his throat. It does little to relieve the sleep in his voice. He swallows hard once and then exhales a breathy laugh. "I wasn't entirely convinced you would come."

His gaze on his hands white knuckling the metal bars at the end of Jungkook's bed again, Jimin offers a small smile and a shrug. "Here I am." He mutters, voice barely audible. He nearly winces at his own wavering sentence, much more nervous than he should be. More nervous than the man who hasn't bothered to remove his stare for a single second since he walked through the door. He raises his eyes to peek, falling into those same brown eyes he used to stare into for hours. "You seem better."

"I am better." Jungkook finally blinks, breaking the sudden eye contact, feeling the sting of his dry eyes. He balls his fists and rubs his eyes to encourage moisture while rubbing away the remaining tiredness.

Jimin takes this opportunity while the other is distracted to move to the chair positioned in the corner of the room. He grabs one of its arms, dragging it closer, not as close as yesterday, to Jungkook's bedside. As if it lights his skin on fire, every hair standing up straight, goosebumps littering his skin, Jimin feels the other mans stare return to him. He peers back at Jungkook over his shoulder, raising a challenging eyebrow.

"Need help?"

Of course he'd ask that. With the man already moving to get up from his bed, Jimin quickly denies his offer. "Nope. All good." He stops just short of a few feet away from Jungkook, climbing into the roomy hospital chair, hugging his legs to his chest before Jungkook can even attempt to assist him with anything at all. The last thing he needs is that kind of close proximity. A few feet apart is close enough. Too close. Jimin becomes all too aware of the tension he's keeping in his shoulders, unable to relax into his own arms. With far too much intent he drops them with a heavy sigh.