(JIKOOK) Texting Story Snippets

Unconditional

"I shouldn't want to feel you, Jungkook. But I do. I really do. It's all I want. It's disgusting."

Jungkook doesn't know the first thing about how it feels to be raped, to be violated, to be a person like Jimin with an inner voice that latches onto miserable emotions. He can't hear inside the others mind, but by only assuming the lewd comments that voice is drumming into the boys naive conscious makes him want to strangle it. Only, that voice, it doesn't have a physical form. That voice, it can only be fought with the opposite of what it's made of. If it comes from Jimin's own belief of being unworthy, Jimin's disbelief of being truly loved, it's been made stronger. It's aggressive and relentless. But, as powerful as it might be, Jimin can admit his feelings of desire. Truthfully, that is enough for Jungkook to take. It's enough for him to hang onto. The desire to feel better, to block out the evil present inside of his head, it's Jimin's strength as well.

"For a moment, lets lay here together. Lets just lay right here." Jungkook starts. He blows hot air through his lips as he forces his body to relax into the unfamiliar mattress beneath him. He's turned on his side for easy access to the smaller and Jungkook loosely drapes a protective arm across Jimin's stomach. Jimin doesn't move, eyes flickering across the ceiling without registering what he's seeing at all. His uneven breathing fills the temporary lack of words before Jungkook whispers beside his ear. "Just lay here with me, and I'll tell you a story."

Jimin turns his head to showcase his confusion in a pointed look. His breath hitches when touchy fingers trace his skin through his shirt.

"Shh." Jungkook quiets the other before he can say anything. He finds a soft smile on his own lips when his memories flood him, sparking a new fire in his wounded heart. "Listen for a little while. It's a really good story, I promise."

Jimin sighs. His head, it hurts. His brain feels as if it's beating against his skull, begging to be free. He raises a hand to rub one of his temples.

"Let me start." Jungkook clears his throat gently. His fingers work in circles against Jimin's stomach, softly soothing it as if it's in as much pain as their hearts. "I once met a boy who let me fall in love with him."

"Jungkook-"

"Listen." The younger almost whines. He sighs, collecting his thoughts in a single halted second. "Yeah, I did. I met a boy who stole my heart."

"Seriously-"

"Shh-"

"This is-"

"I'm telling a story, so just listen."

Jimin groans. He can't figure out why Jungkook can possibly think a fairytale version of how they met and fell in love will change the fate of things now. All of his own piled up lies and broken promises create a strong blockade between them. There's no antidote to cure him of his past, his dishonesty and the mountain of mistakes he's accumulated. There isn't a key for the cage of his mind, his thoughts that remind him of his every fault. Jungkook is wasting his breath.

"Anyway," Jungkook breathes. "I fell in love with a boy. Do you know how we met?"

Jimin huffs. "How?" He asks reluctantly, feeling a bit annoyed. He knows that nothing will change, that Jungkook can't possibly understand. He never will.

"He texted me one night, in a panic. Somebody broke into his home and he was alone. Afraid. But that boy, he wanted to talk to me. He wanted me to be the last person he thought he might ever talk to."