(JIKOOK) Texting Story Snippets

Use me

"I won't leave." The smaller mutters into the still air between them. He sighs and shuffles towards the side of the bed, removing his jacket as he does. He slowly lowers himself onto the edge of the bed and folds his legs under himself to get comfortable. He won't leave, not tonight. He won't leave again without saying goodbye.

Jungkook's shoulders slump and he looks up to consider joining the other on the bed. His body is tired, his feet ache from walking. His mind is spinning trying to find a solution to a problem it's created. How can he make sure Jimin stays tonight if he chooses to sleep? He can't sleep, not even a wink. It's as simple as that.

Jimin moves his limbs to wrap his arms around his legs, bracing his back against the headboard. He sighs louder, drawing Jungkook's undivided attention. "Come sit down and we'll talk, okay?"

Jungkook nods, distancing himself from the door cautiously. He doesn't really believe Jimin will run, suddenly and without warning, but he's anxious nonetheless. He seats himself at the end of the mattress and chews on his bottom lip, quiet and feeling the tension heavy in their silence. "Can I just start by saying-"

"Don't." Jimin interrupts.

Jungkook shakes his head, twisting his body to face the other. He looks down at the already ruffled sheets, their light brown color unappealing to the eye. The material is frayed and his fingers find unraveled strings to play with as he mumbles. "I'm sorry. I just want to say that I'm sorry."

The apology is the very phrase Jimin doesn't want to hear. He's heard it already, and it's wrong. Jungkook doesn't need to say those words, utter that phrase, feel the pricks of painful needles that flutter in his chest as his sincerity pours out through his lips to say that he was wrong. Jungkook was never wrong. His mistake, the choice he made to leave him alone that night, was just the beginning of him understanding how corrupt Jimin has become. "Don't say it again."

"But, I am." Jungkook rebels, the stare he's raised his head to engage in intensified. "I am sorry, because I walked away from you and that hurt you. I wanted it to hurt you, because I felt hurt. I didn't understand."

"You still don't understand. What are you saying?" Jimin scoffs. He breaks their eye contact to look away before Jungkook can notice the chill creeping up his spine. Their surroundings and the ball of emotion climbing up his throat makes him feel too exposed. He feels too vulnerable. His words are sharpened by his tongue when he speaks, controlled by the untouched thoughts he still hides inside of his head. Jimin can say them, the secrets he still keeps, but they aren't as easy to swallow as the dangerous kind he's already spoken. "The letter that I left for you came from the remaining good thoughts that I have. You haven't heard the ugly ones."

"Then tell me the ugly ones, so I'll understand." Jungkook challenges, licking his dry lips and folding his fidgeting hands into his lap. He inches closer to the other, swallowing dryly as his heart thumps off beat in his chest.

Jimin huffs softly. "They're really fucked up, Jungkook. You have no idea."

"So explain."

"I'd rather not." The smaller groans, brushing his hair back from his dewy forehead and realizing he's sweating. His fingers feel cool against the hot skin of his forehead. He pays no mind to it, knowing he's probably suffering a fever or something incredibly less important than the man he can feel watching his every movement. "God, they're dark. They're unnatural. Do you really think you want to hear this, instead of the good ones I tried to leave you with?"