We're Different, You and I (Jikook)

Nine

I woke up in Jimin's bed the next morning, but that was a no-brainer since it's where I went to sleep.
Though, the fact that I was able to was astonishing to me. Before last night, I thought everything between us was destroyed.
But Jimin won't give me up. He keeps making himself hurt, but he doesn't care.
I realized that as he was still laying in bed with me.
It was well pass eight o'clock, but, despite having school, Jimin was still here with me.
It made me smile. To wake up and see his peaceful, chubby, cute-as-all-hell face across from me...it made me realize what I almost lost.
His eyes were still a little puffy and he had light purple circles underneath them. He hadn't slept enough yet, at least not enough to catch up on what he'd missed this week.
I slowly and carefully got up, making sure he wasn't going to get up.
I wanted to do something nice for him, so I left the bedroom and started towards the living room.

An hour later, I had everything cleaned up and the room put back exactly how I remembered it.
The imprints in the carpet helped with the table placement though.
Jimin was still sleeping, so I started to make brunch. I hate that word, but it's exactly what I was making.
It was a little pass lunch, yet Jimin would get up and ask for breakfast.
And he did. Once I started to fry bacon he was up a few minutes into the process.
"Kookie," he yawned cutely as he walked in, "That smells great."
Jimin stood next to me and stared sleepily at the frying pan.
I smiled to myself and put my arm around his waist, pulling him closer to me.
"Hey," he pouted and pushed on my side a little, "that's not fair....or nice."
"I think it's nice," I shrugged, "I mean, you're warm and I'm a little cold."
"Not what I meant," he managed to say through another yawn.
"Well," I laughed a little, "Just thought I'd let you know."
Despite his protests, he laid his head against my shoulder, "I love you so much I hate you."
I smiled, "Then you can't eat my food."
"Huh?"
"If you hate me, I'm forcing you to make your own food," I couldn't help messing with him a little. I always liked to do that, even before we were really good friends.
"No," he whined, "I take it back," he lightly slapped my chest repeatedly, waiting for my response.
"Okay," I caught his hand before he landed another blow on me and dropped it back to his side for him.
He was obviously still sleepy.
I was making sure the bacon didn't burn when someone knocked on his front door.
He sighed and slowly went to answer it.
Suddenly he was grabbing the back of my shirt and pulling me away from the stove.
"Hey!," I pouted.
"Shh," he put his hand over my mouth, "It's Hobi. He'll kill you if he sees you here."
"Why?," I whispered as we quietly made our way towards the bedroom.
"Because he likes me Kookie. He's my boyfriend and you're the person I cry over."
He pushed me into the bedroom-and I handed him the spatula I never got to put down-before he closed the door in my face.
I guess all I could do now was sit in here and hope that Hobi wouldn't eat my share of breakfast.

I was listening to them through the door.
Hobi came during lunch break because he was worried about Jimin. Now they were just talking for the last five minutes that Ho Seok had free.
I was getting bored quickly. I hadn't even been in here all that long, but it wasn't as fast paced and heart pounding as it was fifteen minutes ago.
Finally, Hobi left and Jimin came to let me out.
He had literally locked me in the bedroom, as if that wouldn't raise Hobi's suspicions if he tried to open the door.
I walked back to the kitchen with him and we sat down to eat.
It was quiet between us now. It was as if Ho Seok made me doubt my kindness towards Jimin so I didn't engage in conversation after he showed up.
"Sorry for...making you hide like that. I just didn't want him to get mad again. It's rare, but it's scary."
I looked up at Jimin and exhaled, "He didn't say anything to you last night, did he?"
Hobi was one of our school's few bisexual students. He didn't always understand what was offensive to me and Jimin, since no one could ever call him the rude names they called us. Even if they did, they'd be incorrect.
Jimin poked at his food for a second and glanced between me and his plate, "He didn't mean what he said. It just slipped out. He'd never say it if he was thinking straight, but he was just too angry last night."
"What did he say?," I furrowed my brow. Normally Hobi stayed away from all the offensive terms when he was calm, so Jimin's answer didn't narrow it down to anything.
"He called me a faggot," Jimin frowned, "and he called you that too."
I really didn't care. I never was offended like Jimin was, but I could always tell when it bothered him. I think it was even worse for him this time since Hobi said it.
"Don't worry about it. It's like you said; Hobi wasn't thinking clearly," I smiled at him, hoping it would bring his smile back.
I got a nod from him and he continued eating.
It was quiet for a little bit longer, then he spoke up again, "Um...a lot of what I said to you...last night, at least before we came inside...I don't know if I meant all of that."
"Okay," I smiled then stuffed my mouth full of food.
"And...I was already thinking about breaking up with Hobi. Before you even came actually."
"Just make sure you want to before you do," I advised him.
"Mhm," he nodded again.

"I told you that you didn't have to clean up," Jimin sat down next to me on the couch.
I shrugged, "I wanted to. You looked like you were having a good dream, so I let you sleep."
He lightly smiled and laid his head on my shoulder, "It was a good dream."
I looked down to my hand as Jimin grabbed it and locked his fingers between mine.
"Do you really think you should be doing this?," I kept my grip on his hand light.
"No, but I want to."
"What about Hobi?," I started to feel like a jerk again.
At this point, I was always hurting someone when it came to Jimin. If I wasn't with him, Jimin was hurt; if I was, Hobi was hurt.
"Hobi....isn't you. I know I'm being selfish, but I...want you," he lifted his head and looked me in the eyes, "I don't want anyone else."
This slowly started to become a remake of the last time he visited my house.
I wanted to kiss him, but I knew that I shouldn't.
"Jimin," my voice was lower than I expected when I spoke and I looked away from him, "Don't. It'll only make this worse for you."
"No it won't," his grip on my hand tightened, "I promise. I want this, and I don't care if you want me or not."
"Jimin, just stop," I looked back to him, only to see his smile gone, "I can't be to you what Hobi is. I'll never be able to do that."
"You don't have to," he shook his head, "I don't want you to be my boyfriend anymore because I know you're afraid to. I just want you to kiss me."
"But I can't," I sighed, "That will hurt you and I'm tired of making you cry."
"Jung Kook, I don't care," he said it slowly, hoping it'd have more effect on me.
After a few seconds, it was quiet again. We were just looking at each other, daring the other to speak.
Suddenly my phone started to blare eomma's ringtone that I had set for him and we both jumped in surprise.
Once that stopped, we looked away, to different parts of the room.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Only then could I feel Jimin's hand still locked in mine and I realized the death grip I had on him.
I turned back and he was staring at the wall.
"Hyung, I won't do that to you and I won't do it to Hobi. Whenever I'm not the subject, things seem to be fine between you two."
"That's because we're hanging out like we usually do. We only do friend stuff, not couple stuff. I don't feel that way for Hobi. I just wanted to try and move on from you."
Once that sunk into my mind, I figured that Hobi got so mad because of me after Jimin told him he didn't like him back.
All the pieces of Jimin's story were coming together and I almost had a full movie playing in my head.
"It didn't work, needless to say," Jimin mumbled.
I came back out of my thoughts when I realized he still wanted to talk.
"Jimin," I reached over and put my hand on his cheek, in order to make him look at me, "Break up with Hobi, and then, if you really want to, you can kiss me."
"Of course I want to. Why do you have such a low self esteem?," he swept his thumb across the back of my hand.
I shrugged, "But, just don't walk up to Hobi tomorrow and break up with him. Think about it. Think about yourself and what's better for you."
"Okay," he agreed after some visible thinking was done.
I relaxed after all of that was over. Trying to be sensitive in all the right aspects was difficult sometimes.